Sunday, September 24, 2017

John Blackham Senior

John Blackham, Sr.
1827-1900
              John Blackham, Sr., the first child of Samuel and Martha Robinson Blackham, was born in the town of Heaton Norris, Lancashire, England on November 14, 1827.  Heaton Norris is a small town in the parish of Manchester.  
        Lancashire County in the 1800s was known for its large cotton mills and many inhabitants were connected with the cotton industry.  John was a cotton spinner by trade but his father was a "Smith" and nail maker. 
        Brother John Taylor and Cyrus Wheelock were among the missionaries that came to England and converted the Blackham family.  John Blackham was baptized by T.J. Schofield on April 4, 1849, and confirmed by John Albiston April 29, 1949.  His mother had joined in 1847, and most of his brothers and sisters joined but there is no record of his father ever being baptized.
        John married Susannah Lees April 20, 1851, John was 23 and Susannah was 20.  At this time neither one could read or write because they signed their wedding certificate with an "X" mark.  Both families were living on George Street in Ashton Under Lyne when they married. Plus both families were members of the Ashton Under Lyne Branch of the Church.  Susannah had been baptized several years earlier in July of 1848.
        They made their home at 47 Victoria Street in Ashton Under Lyne, Lancashire, England, where they had two girls.  Elizabeth was born March 5, 1852 and Martha on the 8th of September 1853.
        John and Susannah decided to emigrate to Zion and were registered to leave on the ship "Elvira Owens" in 1853 with John's brother, James and Susannah's parents, John and Betty, and two younger brothers, George (13) and Josiah (11).  But for some reason John and Susannah and children waited two years and came on the ship "Samuel Curling" that departed from Liverpool the 22nd of April 1855.  Susannah's two brother's Joseph (26), and John (22), and John's wife, Martha Needham, were also on the ship with them.
        They were very poor and came with the help of the Perpetual Emigration Fund.  The P.E.F., as it was known, was set up by the Church to fund the emigration of the poor.   Everyone was expected to pay back the money they had borrowed so others could also come to Zion.
        In a meeting at Liverpool before they left, Brother D. Spencer and Franklin D. Richards both prophesied that if the Saints would do right on board the “S. Curling” they would have a good voyage and not a soul would die, but if we would not do right it would prove the unhappy reverse to them.
        There were 581 members of the Church on board, with Elder Israel Barlow (the half-brother of Julia Ann Lockwood) a returning missionary was their leader.  The Saints were divided into seven Wards.  During the voyage there were several storms, with one that was quite severe.  Elder Barlow afterwards told some of the Saints that while the storm was raging he saw the ship surrounded by scores of angels, who stood in a circle around it with joined hands.  This was a testimony to the Saints that the Lord was watching over the ship, and that there was no danger.  There were no deaths on this journey.
        They arrived in New York on May 22, 1855.  The emigrants continued by rail to Pittsburgh, then by steamboat on the Missouri River to Atchison, Kansas.  They were outfitted at Mormon Grove, Kansas on 4 August 1855. 

        John and Susannah joined the 8th and last wagon train company of the year 1855, with Captain Milo Andrus.  There were 461 people with this company, and this was a Perpetual Emigration Fund Train.
        As they traveled westward from Mormon Grove, the sound of the bugler aroused the Saints at six o'clock.  Families would then attend prayers, prepare breakfast and make everything ready to start the day's journey by eight o'clock.  En route, each teamster walked by the side of his wagon.  All able-bodied immigrants walked most of the way, and according to Captain Andrus they "rejoiced to be on their way to Zion."
       They were late in the season and while crossing the South Pass ran into some snow for several days and lost some cattle.  Many men, women and children were almost barefoot and very destitute of clothing.  Thankfully it warmed up in a few days and they did not have any more snow.  By the time Milo's company reached Green River, they were so depleted of animals that they were unable "to roll."  From there, the Captain dispatched two men to Fort Bridger in quest of animals to help them in their travels.
        Word reached President Brigham Young of the destitute condition of Captain Andrus' train and supplies and oxen were sent to help.  Despite their problems the companuy arrived in the valley on 24 October 1855.
        John and Susannah settled in Salt Lake City on what is known as 5th West Street.  While living in Salt Lake they had their first son and third child, William, born October 31, 1856.
        At the October Conference of 1856, President Brigham Young asked for volunteers to go and relieve the ill-fated Martin Handcart Company.  John Blackham was the first man to respond, because he knew that in the company were his mother, sister Sarah, and brothers Samuel and Thomas.  President Brigham Young then dismissed the conference, and promised protection to them by the U. S. government.  At this time, John Blackham as working for Heber C. Kimball.  He happened to meet him, as he was on his way with what provisions he had gathered.  He said, “Brother John, where are you going?”  He answered that he was going to relieve the handcart company.  “Well then, come with me.”  They went to the tithing office where Brother Kimball supplied him with clothes, food, two oxen and a couple more men.  One was Cyrus Wheelock, an old sea captain, who with President John Taylor had converted the Blackham's to the Gospel in England. 
        The men placed their quilts, clothing, corn and food in the old government wagon and started on their errand of mercy.  The snow was 18 inches deep.  Brother Wheelock rode a horse.  When they reached the summit of “Big Little Mountain”, they saw smoke issuing from a distant grove of trees.  At first sight they thought it was Indians, but upon going nearer they saw it was the ill-fated Martin Handcart Company.  Brother Wheelock on his horse reached there first and heard Thomas cry out, “Here comes our Jack.”  Never had there been a more happy reunion.  Tears would flow from his eyes, as he would relate the story.  He said, “Never have I received a more welcome greeting.  When this help came they had no food except four pounds of flour for each person left in camp.  They had cooked rawhide to obtain some nourishment.  At one time they had buried 17 persons in a snow bank.  The survivors were so thin they almost looked like skeletons.  Little Billy Wareworth lost his father and mother.  But John’s mother, Martha, took him to her heart.  He rode with his little feet hanging over the side of the wagon and they froze, causing his death after they reached Salt Lake City.  All rode in the wagons, as they were too weak to walk.  President Brigham Young along with many others met them outside the city and tears of joy rolled down his face when he saw they were rescued.
         
        John and his family settled in Salt Lake and obtained work at Kaysworth, now Kaysville.  He walked to and from work each day and received for his wages one pound of flour a day.  Then he went to Fillmore with Charlie Kemp, a millwright, who later married his sister Sarah.  While working there on a millrace, he earned a yoke of oxen and a cow.  Later, when John returned to Salt Lake, he carried a flapjack to his family, knowing that they were in such destitute circumstances. 

        The seven Blackham families moved to Nephi, but not long after that, they were called by Brigham Young to settle Moroni under the leadership of George Bradley and his family.  They built a dugout on the bottom of the Sanpitch River, but later, upon the advice of President Young, they moved North upon higher land. 

        A son, John Blackham, Jr., was born to John and Susannah on August 8, 1859.  He was the first child born in the new settlement of Moroni.  They had seven more children in Moroni: Josiah, Samuel, Susannah, Alma, Betsy, Benjamin and Mary Jane.  Susannah and Benjamin died as children.
         
        The land was divided up into five-acre lots and he kept that land until his death.  In his later years, he planted potatoes in part of it; then gathered his grandchildren to help him harvest them.  It was a happy day for the children.  His grandchildren can well remember his voice calling to them, “Shift up, shift up,” when they became slack in their work.  Almost every day he would call, in his buggy and old gray horse, and take them riding often through the fields and in the hills to gather wild flowers.  He was a great lover of children. 
         
        He, with his three sons, were among the first to work on the Manti Temple, and he took an active part in the Black Hawk War, holding the rank of 2nd Lt..  He was in the Salina Canyon Engagement.  He was a stockholder and director in the Co-op Store and Land Company, and also Chairman of the Committee of the town cowherd, and hay meadow committee.  His duty was to see that all the hay was watered.  He was a member of the High Priests Quorum and served with Brother Lars Swenson for many years as head Ward Teacher of the Moroni Ward.  For 18 years he held the position of Sunday School Superintendent, also teaching the Primary Class.  It is told he had wonderful discipline and it became very quiet the moment he came in to the classroom.  He will always be remembered for his singing in the Sunday School.  He made one trip to St. George with provisions for the temple workers.

        He went on a mission to Michigan, but after 6 months was forced to return because of illness.  At one town, he and his companion were warned to leave the place or they would be tarred and feathered.  They left the next day for another small town.  While they were walking along the street a little girl come running and asked them if they were Mormon Missionaries.  When she was told that they were, she said, “Mother wants to see you.”  It developed that they had been Mormons for sixteen years and had not dared to let it be known. 

        John Blackham, Sr. married a second time to Elizabeth Catrine Nielsen in July of 1863, after more than 20 years they were divorced.  They had two children, John W. and Annie. 

        John died May 14, 1900 at the age of 78 in Moroni, Sanpete County, Utah.

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In the 1870 and 1880 U.S. Utah census John appears twice, once with his wife Susannah and once with his other wife Elizabeth.

BLACKHAM, John       <1828>         S.Curling        1855
          Gender:         M        Age:    27       Origin: Asthon Under Lyne    Occ:    Cotton Spinner
          Note:   BMR, p.169; "Ordered from Great Salt Lake City" (BMR).
BLACKHAM, Susannah <1831>         S.Curling        1855
          Gender:         F         Age:    24       Origin: Asthon Under Lyne
BLACKHAM, Elizabeth <1853>         S.Curling        1855
          Gender:         F         Age:    2        Origin: Asthon Under Lyne
BLACKHAM, Martha    <1854>         S.Curling        1855
          Gender:         F         Age:    1        Origin: Asthon Under Lyne
Ship:   S.Curling
          Date of Departure:     22 Apr 1855  
        Port of Departure:       Liverpool, England
          LDS Immigrants:        581     Church Leader:          Israel Barlow
          Date of Arrival:          22 May 1855   Port of Arrival: New York, New York
          Source(s):      BMR, Book #1040, pp. 169-191 (FHL #025,690); Customs #376 (FHL #419,652)
          Notes: "DEPARTURE OF THE S. CURLING. -- The ship S. Curling cleared on the 21st ultimo, and put to sea on the 22nd, with 581 souls of the Saints on board, of whom 385 were P. [Perpetual] E. [Emgration] Fund emigrants, all under the presidency of Elder Israel Barlow, formerly pastor of the Birmingham and Warwickshire Conferences.  He is accompanied by Elder John Barker, late pastor; Elders John Robinson, Matthew Rowan, George W. Bramwell, Joseph Westwood, Thomas Caffall, Joseph Boath, John Perry, formerly presidents of conferences; Moses Thurston, travelling elder; also Elder William W. Willes, who is on his way home from an arduous mission in the East Indies; and Elder G. W. Burridge from Malta.  These brethren leave these lands with our confidence and faith that they will live to realize the blessings in Zion which they so fondly anticipate.   The sailing of the S. Curling closes up the through emigration from hence to Utah this season."

"EMIGRATION. . . . The ship S. Curling, S. Curling, master, arrived at this port on the 22nd ultimo; Elder Israel Barlow, president.  She had when she left Liverpool 581 passengers on board, and had an increase of three on the passage, and no deaths; thus she had a net increase of three.  Most of the passengers left on the 24th by way of Philadelphia, en route for the Valley; the remainder of those who were going forward, went on the 25th.  All in good health and spirits."

"EIGHTY-SEVENTH COMPANY. -- Samuel Curling, 581 souls.  On the twenty-second of April, 1855, the ship, Samuel Curling, sailed from Liverpool with five hundred and eighty-one Saints on board, of whom three hundred and eighty-five were P. [Perpetual] E. [Emigration] Fund emigrants, all under the presidency of Elder Israel Barlow, who had acted as pastor of the Birmingham and Warwickshire Conferences.  William Willis, on his return from a mission to India, and other prominent elders embarked on the Samuel Curling, which, after a safe and pleasant passage, arrived in New York on Tuesday, the twenty-second of May.  During the voyage three children were born, and as there were no deaths on board the net increase was that number.  Elder Peter Reid, who emigrated to America as a passenger in the Samuel Curling, in 1855, and who now resides in the Sixteenth Ward, Salt Lake City, told the writer some time ago that the ship encountered several storms in her passage across the Atlantic, but that she passed safely through them all.  In the midst of one of these storms the captain got somewhat disheartened, and declared to Brother Barlow, the president of the company of emigrants, that he, in his long experience as a seafaring man, had never encountered a worse one; he then added that the tempest had not reached its highest point yet, but that the next half hour would be worse still.  Brother Barlow, in reply, told the captain that the storm was nearly over, and would not increase in violence.  This bold remark of Brother Barlow made the captain angry, as he thought he knew more about the weather and the sea than anyone else on board; but on going into his cabin to examine his barometer and other nautical instruments, he found that Brother Barlow was right; the storm abated almost immediately.  Elder Barlow afterwards told some of the Saints that while the storm was raging he saw the ship surrounded by scores of angels, who stood in a circle around it with joined hands.  This was a testimony to the Saints that the Lord was watching over the ship, and that there was no danger.  Most of the passengers left New York en route for the Valley on the twenty-fourth, going by steamboat via Amboy to Philadelphia, where the emigrants were placed on the railway train, and left Philadelphia on Friday the 25th, about noon, arriving in Pittsburgh on the morning of the twenty-seventh, (Sunday.)  The same day the P. [Perpetual] E. [Emigration] Fund emigrants of the Samuel Curling joined the like passengers who had crossed the Atlantic in the Chimborazo, and on the steamship Amazon they continued the journey to St. Louis, whence they proceeded to Atchison, Kansas.  Some of the Samuel Curling passengers remained in New York for the purpose of earning means to continue the journey to Utah.  (Millennial Star, Vol. XVII, pp. 280, 397, 399, 423, 424, 459, 461, 490.)"

Name: John Blackham Arrival Date: 23 May 1855 Age: 84(error) Gender: Male Port of Departure: Liverpool, England Destination: Salt Lake Place of Origin: England Ship Name: S Curling Port of Arrival: New York Line: 25 Microfilm Roll: 152 List Number: 376
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Journals of Matthew Rowan (Came on the Samuel Culing Ship also)
          . . . Tuesday, 17th.  Went to the office at 36 Islington and got my emigration ticket paying the balance for the same for Sister Smith and ourselves to New York by the Samuel Curling which amounted to, at the rate of B. 17.6, in total 11.12.6 the child was not chargeable.
          Wednesday, 18th.  This evening we went to the Adelphis Theater and saw three good plays.
          Thursday, 19th.  We got our luggage aboard the ship and slept on her for the first night.  I got a berth about midship, very good for air and light but much confused and thronged on account of the staircase being so near it.  Between Sister Smith and ourselves we had 9 Cwt, 11 pounds of luggage. I made her a present of the 6/4 ½ I paid for her railway fare from Sheffield to Liverpool.
          Friday 20th of April 1855.  We left the dock about 12 noon and went up the river Mersey to "Rock Ferry" to lie until the vessel was laden which was done by means of small boats coming alongside of her.  I did not see a tear [p.153] shed by anyone on board, all seemed very cheerful.  I should have recorded under date of yesterday that all pastors and presidents going out with the Samuel Curling met with F. [Franklin] D. Richards at 15 Wilton St. where we had some instructions given unto us by Brother D. Spencer and F. [Franklin] D. Richards and both prophesied that if we would do right on board we would have a good voyage and not a soul of us would die, but if we would not do right it would prove the unhappy reverse to us.  Elder [Isreal] Barlow, late president of the Birmingham and Warwickshire Conferences, was appointed the president of the ship and Elder [Joseph] Perry late president of the Wiltshire Conference and Elder Robinson, late president of the London Conference were appointed to act as counselors in fact we were all appointed to act as his counselors.  After partaking of some refreshment with Elder Richards we separated about 11 p.m. and I went and slept on the ship.  The Samuel Curling is the finest ship that has sailed from Liverpool with Saints. [p.154]  There are [-] souls aboard about 500 of whom are bound for G. S. [Great Salt] Lake
          Saturday 21st.  We lay all day in the river.  We passed the doctor on board about 2 p.m.   One family had to go back on account of their child having the measles or smallpox.  The surveyor surveyed the ship and pronounced it in good order.  F. [Franklin] D. Richards, D. Spencer and others of the pastors and presidents were on board the ship when she was surveyed &c.,  and left in the steamboat with the doctor &c.  At a council meeting of the pastors and presidents of conferences on board the ship in the evening I was appointed to take the presidency of the 5th Ward.  There being seven of them in number.
          Sunday 22nd.  The ship left the river today with a fair wind at a few minutes past ten a.m.  The weather was very fine and has been ever since Monday last.  A meeting was held in each ward at 8 p.m. or near to that time.  I chose 2 counselors [p.155] to act with me in my ward.  They were James Jardine & George Burridge.  The president of wards met with President Barlow in the capacity of a council meeting, and counseled with each other on matters.  We sailed near to Holyhead by the evening.
          Monday 23rd.  This morning we were nearly at a stand still the weather was so fair and calm.  We did not sail more than about 14 miles last night.  I got up by half past 5 a.m. and got my ward watered and breakfasted, then had prayer therein by 10 o'clock a.m. The strictest discipline is kept up relative to going to bed at night and rising in the morning.  Up by half past 5 a.m. and to bed by 9 p.m. prayers being over by 9 p.m.  It is the business of the presidents of wards to see that all in his ward are in bed by that time.  None to go up on deck after that except by the special permission of the president of the ward the one may be in. [p.156] There is a guard at each hatchway relieved every 4 hours, and there are 2 men appointed in each ward to wash and scrape the berths.  The ward’s cook in turns under the supervision of their respective presidents.  A good feeling prevails.  All goes first-rate along.  We prayed for a little wind this morning.  In the forepart of the day the wind blew a gentle breeze and we got along first rate.  We held a council meeting in the stern part of the ship in evening when several little matters were attended to.  After meeting our ward meetings were attended to.  There was a little seasickness on board.
          Tuesday 24th. We made good progress last night.  I attended to  my ward.  We held a general meeting of all the Saints on deck at 11 o'clock a.m., when the authorities on the ship were [p.157] presented and unanimously sustained and several little duties were explained and matters to be observed were pointed out to the Saints.  Elder [William] Willes [Willis] was appointed to gather the children together once a day and teach them that which will be for their good.  The captain scorns our system but loves some of our doctrines, at least he says so.  The wind fell today & in the evening it was contrary.  The captain jeeringly wanted us to pray and have the wind changed, then, he would believe in Mormonism.
          We held a council meeting at 6 p.m.  We were told while sitting that some sister was in the cabin with the captain and the cabin door shut.  Elder Barlow went slyly to see into the case.  Sickness was getting pretty prevalent.  [ON THE SIDE OF THE PAGE IS WRITTEN: "I called Elders Robert Micklejohn [Meiklejohn] and David Moffett as teachers in the No. 5 Ward."]
          Wednesday 25th.  The wind is still rather contrary.  A good deal of seasickness prevails. Very few but what were somewhat affected. [p.158]  My wife was a little sick, so was the child.  I was rather squeamish.  We are still in the Irish Channel.  We had a council meeting at 11 a.m.  I attended to my ward duties commencing at 5 a.m.  I felt very heavy at my stomach when going to bed tonight.
          Thursday 26th.  I was rather sick this morning and vomited a little water.  I did not attend my ward meeting this morning neither did I attend the council meeting which was held about mid-day, but my counselors did.  It was decided that no washing nor drying of clothes be done between decks.  David Moffett was appointed marshal of the ship.  Sailors out of a vessel which bore down upon us about 6 a.m. came aboard our vessel for news.  The vessel had not been home for 4 years.  She was coming at this time from the Sandwich Isles for Germany.  She was a German vessel.  She took 6 months or nearly so to come from the Sandwich Isles to where she met us. [p.159]  The sailors got several newspapers and Stars [Millennial Star].  Some from the captain and some from the passengers.  We sailed due west today, but the ship made but little progress as the wind was but gentle.  The ship rocked very much and much sickness prevails still.  We got clear of the Channel last night. My wife had to part with her breakfast this morning on account of sickness, but it was happy but temporary, and she served the company of us well all day.  The child was well.  I saw the captain order some straggling passengers on the deck while prayers were going on in the ward below to "go down to prayers."
          Friday 27th.  We were in a calm all day.  The captain says we are only one day’s good sailing from Liverpool and it is always so with him when he has a lot of praying persons and other hab-gabblings from Jerusalem on board.  "It is the case" said he, "as sure as Christ is in Israel."  We had our second ration of provisions given out today, which occupied the chief part of the day. [p.160]  Sickness does not prevail so much today.  The children are  playing as merrily on the deck at their little games.  The young men and women at their pastime and promenading, the sailors at their fun and frolic as though we were assembled as a picnic party on some large park or green.  A brother who can play the saxehorn is appointed to give the following signals for the following purposes:
          1st:  Three notes for general silence.
          2nd:  "Weep not for me Zion," for general prayer in wards.
          3rd:  "God Save the Queen," for lights to be put out at night.
          4th:  "Soldier's tear," for those engaged at night, such as the guards, to take to their posts and for all passengers are to get to bed.
          5th:  "Rosa May," to prepare to get water in the morning.
There are 12 men appointed to be on the deck to spy out what is going on between the passengers and the crew and to report anything that they may see wrong.  Our child, we observed today had got another two teeth in the upper jaw making six he has all together.  We are all well. [p.161]
          Saturday 28th.  We are still in a calm this morning and of course, making little or no progress.  I had a testimony meeting in my ward this morning at ten o'clock. The brethren were spirited in bearing their testimonies and a happy feeling prevailed.  All seem quite satisfied with their conditions &c.  There was a little confusion in the cooking of breakfast this morning but when my ward was going on with it, I got order restored.  There are in my ward 45 berths, 19 men, 35 women, 24 boys, and 31 girls, all together, 109 souls.  There are on board as passengers 578 souls about 500 of whom are going direct to the Valley of  Great Salt Lake.  All in my ward are Scotch, and those I used to labor amongst in Scotland, save two or three families.
          Sunday 29th.  This morning I held my ward meeting at 9 a.m.  There was a public or general meeting held on deck.  And agreeable to appointment we fasted until our first meeting was over which was between [p.162] 12 and 1 p.m.  Elders Barlow, Robinson, his counselor, and Willes [Willis], the secretary addressed the meeting.  The day was fine and calm, but in the evening the air freshened up and away we went at a good rate.  I had a meeting of my ward at 7 p.m. and administered the sacrament.  There was a good spirit in our meeting.  Several of the brethren spoke in the meeting.  All is union & concord!  There is very little sickness on board.
          Monday 30th.  The breeze is still up and we are going at the rate of I should say 9 knots an hour. My wife is unwell today; very much pained inwardly.  The nankeen for the tent and wagon covers was given out today and those who could of the company gave in their names as makers of them.  I paid for my 70 yards of nankeen £7.19.7. of which Sister [Ann] Brewerton  pays the one half.  The weather is fine.  I preached in my ward this morning at ten o'clock.  Had prayers in the evening. [p.163]  The ship ran at the rate of 14 ½ miles per hour in the morning and in the course of the day at the rate of 12 per hour.  I met with my ward in the morning.  All the beds were brought up on deck to be aired after breakfast.  The weather was fair.  All, with but very few exceptions, are in good health & spirits.  My wife is well today.  We lack not for music on board we have both violins, saxehorns, cornopians & accordions, playing merrily.  We indulged in but very little dancing, however.  The captain and crew are not so well pleased with us for preventing our sisters from associating with them.  The sailors say they shall have some of them at New York. Perhaps so.  It is hard work to get some of the sisters to keep away from the captain and crew.  There is a little sister in my ward whose name is A. H. who is perverse in this way.  In the evening the first tent cover made [p.164] under the superintending of Elder G. [George]  Bramwell was put up on deck, and the president of the ship, Elder Barlow, and his two counselors walked in procession through it followed by the 7 presidents of wards each with his two counselors, linked arm in arm.   Then came the secretary of the ship with 2 of the sisters who assisted in making the tent cover.  Then followed in the rear the tailors with others of the sisters who assisted in making the tent.  While walking in procession we sang "Praise to The Man" &c.  The sailors commenced making some fun at the time at which many of them gave way to vanity, which was instantly and severely reproved by President Barlow.  The tent was christened by President Barlow "one of the tents of Israel built on the Samuel Curling" to which the Saints responded by a long and hearty 'Amen'.  I met with my ward.
          Wednesday 2nd.  Last night we sailed at the rate of [p.165] between 14 and 15 knots an hour, this morning about ten knots an hour.  My wife fainted away after getting out of bed this morning and continued to be very ill until after midday.  It seemed to be spasms and severe gripping in the bowels.  I had a testimony meeting in my ward at half past 1 p.m.  Elder Barlow came among us and gave us some good instructions.  The tentmakers are as busy as bees, and as merry as crickets.  It is delightsome to see and hear them:  the love of God and each other, and the sweet melody of heaven swells each saintly bosom.  We had a few showers of rain today.  We are now (in the afternoon) in what in nautical parlance, is termed a "lull" in consequence of which the ship  lurches and has caused some of the too incautious to tumble downstairs &c. getting sprained feet and other mishaps.  Our captain has been practicing fortune telling today.  He is a droll Duke (our captain). [p.166]  I met with my ward in the evening.  I sang to my ward "O heard ye what news from the valley has come," with which I was well helped in the chorus.  During our meeting the ship rocked very much and the boxes and tins rattled about alarmingly.  I order my ward to make fast all their boxes, tins &c.  Some in other wards did not take this precaution and they had to get up on the night to do so and dry up the slops and such  like that had been spilt on the deck out of their vessels.  "A life on the ocean wave a home on the rolling deep." &c.
          Thursday 3rd.  This morning the weather was calmed very much, but the vessel rocked considerably.  Many lost their breakfast, some as they were carrying it from the galley to their berths and some when it was set before them on what they had for a table.  John Memmott’s breakfast was a total wreck. [p.167]  One man let his oatmeal porridge fall down the stairs.  It was a mercy he did not follow their example.  We were instructed to pray for the wind to became more propitious.  We did so, God heard, and the wind blew pleasingly.  We commenced to make our tent cover today.  I am well, my wife is  pretty well and the child is first rate.  I wish to have it recorded (and lest no one should do it I shall take this opportunity of doing so myself) that I can eat with pleasure the double more than what I could do with great pressing &c on land.  It is the same with others on board.  I wrote out a scale of rations for my ward to be distributed tomorrow, and on the following week.  I met with my ward this morning.  There is but little sickness or any other disease among us at present. I attended my ward meeting at ½ past 8. [p.168]
          Friday 4th.  I grew sickly this morning.  My wife was taken ill, and fainted in bed, but was soon restored.  I got little rest all night, and I had a little breakfast in bed then lay down a bit.  Then it was I grew sick.  I got up and vomited repeatedly, I lay down on deck for awhile, and my sickness left me.  I attended to the giving of the rations to my ward, and soon after grew sick again.  I went to bed.  My wife was poorly today.  The sea was very heavy and rough.  We ran 17 knots per  hour.  At 6 p.m.  J. [John] Memmott’s hat was blown over board and went back to Sheffield for ought I known.  Between 11 & 12 p.m. it was very rough and our marshal called up a few of the healthy of the brethren to assist in furling the "topsail."  The captain said he could have done perfectly well without them and he was seen calling down the ventilation "all passengers on deck" in order to put us in a game but although he was [p.169] captain he was not the "good shepherd" hence the sheep heard not his voice.  About 12 p.m. the ship it is thought ran at the rate of 20 knots an hour.  The boxes and tins rattled well.  Many were sick tonight.
          Saturday 5th.  I am still sick, sick, sick, and not able to take anything.  My wife happily is able to be up today.  It was very rough today.  The galley was set on fire today by a Brother who was boiling a piece of pork and the pot boiled over and the fat running on the stove away flame went.  The mate of the vessel threw the pot and all its contents into the sea but he did not throw the man over who owned the pot.  Curious!  I am. sure it was neither the pot nor pork that was the offense but this is none of my business.  I got up a little in the afternoon.  Many are sick today. [p.170]
          Sunday 6th.  A fast until after the morning meetings in the wards was observed by some.  The sacrament was dispensed in the ward meetings at 7 p.m.  There was no public or general meeting on deck today as it was rough weather.  I am still very sick in bed.  Brother Barlow announced today in a council meeting of the presidents of wards and their counselors that he had been in company with Joseph and Hyrum Smith and Willard Richards and their instructions were for the presidents of the wards to be fathers to the Saints and to attend to the health of the all on board.  "Let us do right and all will be well" is the voice of the Spirit unto us through the priesthood.
          Monday 7th.  I took a little brandy and water in the afternoon which had the effect of settling my stomach.  I then got a little pea soup, and oh! they were delicious to me and what is better.  They seemed to be just the thing my stomach wanted for there they sat until properly dismissed.  I get up in [p.171] the afternoon and paced the deck awhile but oh! it was piercingly cold but fair.  Rather out of our course being north northwest by north.  After pacing the deck awhile I felt as though I was a new man, I was so much better.  I went to bed early.  My wife and child are well.
          Tuesday 8th.  I get up this morning about 6 a.m.  I attended my ward meeting.  I was startled at hearing Elder Perry declaiming against giving heed to the sayings of the captain as he was trying to put us in fear by his lies in saying we were in great danger.  He rebuked evil spirits who were trying to annoy and destroy the Saints.  The wind shifted into a more favorable quarter this forenoon blowing us southwest.  I got some sago for breakfast, and it sickened me.  I vomited it.  Went to bed.  Got some potato soup after which I felt better and [p.172] was able to write a good bit in my diary.  Susan Lant fell downstairs and sprained her ankle and otherwise hurt herself.  Her mother is still very sick, she has been sick most of the time.  I saw an iceberg today to our left.  One was seen yesterday to our left.  It is still very cold but fair.  There is, I am told, a sailor in this vessel who is making his fourth attempt to get home to New York.  The last three attempts were failures!  He having been wrecked everytime; the last on the Banks of Newfoundland, not far from here.
          Wednesday 9th.  I got up free of sickness and kept so all day for which I was very thankful.  Very raw and foggy in the after part of the day.  We recommenced our tent making.  I attended my ward meeting at ½ past 8 p.m.
          Thursday 10th.  Last night on going to bed I was attacked by [p.173] the sick headache.  My old land curse following me on sea as well, despite of sea sickness &c. which have been so highly spoken of as a  cure for biliousness.  In the morning I took a dose of bilious powder which helped me.  It was raw and foggy all day.  Our course was west by north according to my pocket compass.  Sickness is again on the decline.  Elder Barlow has been very sick and poorly for some days past, but is a little better today.  The tentmaking is going ahead.  All is well, only a few of our young sisters who will be friends with our gallant captain and some of our brethren say he (the captain) is not so bad a fellow after all, i.e. when he has just given them such a glass of brandy.  Some would, I believe, call the Devil a complete gentleman for so small a compliment! as even an invitation to drink with him.
          Friday 11th.  I got up at 6 a.m. and attended to [p.174] my water distributing for ourselves and my ward.  I met with my ward in the morning.  A good feeling there.  We were becalmed from breakfast time till [--].  The captain caught some codfish and haddocks with the line.  The fog cleared away a little about 11 a.m.  It was agreed that no provisions be distributed today as the weather was not favorable to have it done on deck.  In the afternoon the wind freshened up and away we set northward.  I met with my ward in the evening.
          Saturday 12th.  We tacked about 4 a.m. and went southward all day, pushed on by a pretty stiff breeze; in consequence of which the vessel pitched pretty much, causing a good deal of sickness on board and a good many to fall down the hatchways and hurt and scald themselves with what [p.175] they might be carrying from the galley at the time.  Sister Smith of our company fell down the hatchway as she was coming down with a saucepan of gruel, and scalded herself on the one arm and bruised herself on other parts of her body.  The provisions were distributed today between decks as it was too rough for the job above.  I met with my ward in the morning, also in the evening.
          Sunday 13th.  I met with my ward in the morning.  A public meeting was convened at 11 a.m. on the deck.  Elder Barlow, Robinson, Mayben, Bramwell and Willis addressed the meeting.  Elder Willis's remarks were directed in an indirect manner towards the captain and crew concerning making free with the the sisters and against the [p.176] [SIC] sisters for their freedom with the captain and crew which was but ill taken by Brothers Barlow, Robinson and perhaps some others, they judging that his remarks were uncalled for.  The captain broke up the meeting (being piqued at Willis's remarks) by setting the sailors to shift the sails, and their yee hoes soon drowned the voice of the speaker.  I closed, with prayer, about ½ past 1.  We held our fast today until this meeting was dismissed.  We met at 7 p.m. in our respective wards and administered the sacrament.  We had a very good meeting in our ward this evening Elders Perry and Willis met with us.  The captain informed us that we were 910 miles from New York this morning, at 3 o'clock this morning.  We sailed with a fair wind all day but it was not very strong.
          Monday 14th.  About 2 a.m. I was awoke by [p.177] the noise and rattling of tins as the ship was rocking very much.  Some were bawling out about their beds being wet by the contents of slop pails, and other vessels which came down from the berths on the deck above them when they were upset.  I had to get up in a hurry twice to fasten mine , as they had broken away. We were flying at a good speed before a fair wind at the time.  We were about 700 miles from New York this morning, according to the captain for he said he had just past a milestone that told him so.  We went at a good speed today with a fair wind.  The tentmaking is going on briskly today above and below.  The beds were brought up on deck to be aired, the day being fine.  I met with my ward in the morning and in the evening.  My wife was very poorly this morning but got better during the day. [p.178]
          Tuesday 15th.  I was awakened this morning about 3 o'clock when the thunder was rolling and the lightning flashed at a pretty smart rate.  The rain fell in great plenty; and the sailors were pulling at the ropes and roaring in regular earnest.  Now all this has an effect upon the waking ear down below that is just enough to bear and at such a time it is clever work to keep one's self from being pitched out of one’s berth upon the deck.  Elder Bramwell came to my berth and whispered that I with the other presidents of wards were to join in prayer privately for the storm to cease.  This was done, and the storm did cease soon afterwards. I was afflicted of the sick headache and I went up on deck and vomited then returned to bed.  I was troubled with my stomach all day and vomited several times.  We run south all day.  My wife was sick  in the morning [p.179] but got better in the afternoon.  It was discovered that a child of 3 years of age was attacked with the smallpox in No. 6th Ward.  The president of the ship convinced the presidents of wards to take into consideration what was to be done in this case.  It was the belief of the presidents that it was not the design of God that this malady should spread amongst us and it was settled that the child and the other members of the family should be removed to the hospital forthwith, which was done.
          Wednesday 16th.  I was a little better today.  It is a fine day.  A steam packet passed us about 11 a.m. bound for New York.  We spoke with her.  She will have reported our whereabouts in three days from this time, in New York.  We are running northwest today.  I met with my ward in the morning.  Today there was a great to do made about a Brother [Samuel] Sully who is an under Marshall having seized a boy by the collar and did so much in the way [p.180] of chastising him that the boy was thrown into fits.  Some said the marshal struck the boy, but this the marshal denies.  At any rate, the boy bled at the nose from some internal injury and was otherwise very ill; and when he would see the Marshall or even hear his name mentioned, he would go into a fit, and exhibit great dread of him.
          Thursday 17th.  We run to the northwest all day at a good rate.  We had it foggy for a good part of the day but it cleared off by the evening.  It was said that we were between 500 and 600 miles from New York and here we were visited by some sparrows!  It is quite common for them for them [SIC] to do so, that is, to come as far out on sea.  The sun is setting this evening was beautiful.  It looked like a great body of fire resting on the sea.  I met with my ward in the evening.
          Friday 18th.  We are in the right course today.  About 8 A.m. Sister Meiklejohn wife [p.181] of Brother David Meiklejohn from Glasgow, and in the 5th Ward was confined of a fine daughter. Both are doing well at present.  The provisions are being given out today.  The boy that went into fits on Wednesday is still subject unto them when the least excited.  In the evening I was surprised to see two fiddles playing and Elders Perry and Willis dancing with a few sisters on the deck, and around them congregated a great number of the Saints and some sailors, the latter joining in the dance.  A few fish were caught this evening.  I attended my ward meeting.
          Saturday 19th.  We were becalmed this morning during which time the captain and several of the brethren caught some codfish. The captain cut up 5 of them that he had caught and gave them away in pieces to some of the Saints.  A Brother [Henry] Clucies sent me a bit of one he had caught.  We had a council meeting this morning in the stern of the ship. [p.182]  The dancing and dancers of last evening were censured by the president at the meeting this morning.  The president expressed that Elder Perry was asking something of him very importunately and a voice from behind Brother Barlow said "Let Elder Perry repent before he can have what he asks for."  Elders Perry and Willes confessed to their having repented of their dancing:  My wife was afflicted of the headache today.  The breeze freshened up about 9 a.m. and being fair all our sails was set and away we went very smoothly at the rate of 9 knots an hour.  The weather is very fine.  The cooking is sadly behind today and this causes a great bustle in the galley.  He earns his meal who cooks it today.  A collection was taken up in the wards to pay a man whom we had appointed to attend the fires &c. In the galley, today is a man, or rather a rascal at Liverpool, to lash [p.183] it properly in the ship, but he got his cash from Brother Robinson  before hand and he contented himself with lashing only a few boxes and we want to have £2 or £3  on hand when we arrive at New York to slip into the excise officer's hand so that we might get passing our luggage without being detained at that port, in the way of having any luggage examined.  I attend my ward meeting.  Ten shillings was what I got out of No. 5 Ward for the above.  There are some large families some of whom have nothing in the shape of money.  Others of them have such as 5 demies , 6 demies and a 1 [-].  Poor enough!
          Sunday 20th.  I attended to the cooking of some oatcakes in the morning, then my ward meeting.  Then a council meeting.  Nothing of any consequence was done.  The latter.  The wind blew [p.184] at a good rate and we dashed through the waves in bold and rapid manner.  The weather would not admit of us having a meeting on deck today.  The wards met at 7 p.m. when the sacrament was administered.
          Monday 21st.  Many get up early this morning to see the land, as it was given out at day- break that such was to be seen but as the sun got up the land went down.  What a disappointment!  The morning was beautiful, and many vessels were to be seen.  The wind was ahead of us in the morning.  In the afternoon a pilot came on board and agreed with the captain to pilot us in to harbor for the regular pilot fare on the pilot ground although he was many miles on this side of it. [p.185]  The pilot boats with their pilots run far out on sea in opposition to each other in getting vessels.  The evening was beautiful and many of the Saints get up upon deck and sang some of their Mormon songs in the true Mormon spirit.  I attended my ward meeting.  I examined some luggage that I had brought out of the railway luggage van at Liverpool for Sister Smith's it being addressed "Mrs. Smith passenger to Liverpool."  It consisted of a good leather portmanteau, a little square box and another old worthless box, broken in the lid.  They cautioned principally clothes and toys and school books for a young girl who as far as I could make out from letters in the same was at school at Liverpool.  The name of her parents is seemingly, Anderson, St. James's Square, Hull. [p.186] I did not know but the luggage belonged to some of us in company until we were near to America.  Had I known at Liverpool I should have returned with it to the railway station.  In a small "savings bank" in one of the boxes were three pieces of silver coin; one a shilling of George the 3rd’s reign, dated 1816, and has a quite new appearance.  Another is a French coin, stamped with the head of Napoleon, having on the head side "Napoleon Emperor," and on the other side "Empire Francois. A. 1811." and round the edge "Dieu Protage La France," it is a "2 Francs" piece.  (The other was a "2 Francs" piece, date "1833" with the inscription "Louis Philippe I Rot Des Francois.")
          Tuesday 22nd.  6 a.m. the land was sighted by a naked eye, and oh! how beautiful it did appear to the emigrant’s eye.  All were electrified by the cry of land.  Lame, old, young, sick, and all ran [p.187] up on deck to see it.  It seemed like a fairyland.  We first gazed upon what is called "Never Sink," then "Sandy Hook." then "Stratton Island," to the left, then we feasted our eyes upon the beauty of "Long Island." There we passed the doctor who is stationed there for the inspecting of passengers relative to the state of their health &c.  The company all passed without any exception, save the child that had the smallpox, and that the captain contrived to put out of sight until the examination was over which did not last longer than 15 or 20 minutes.  The doctor that came out with us the captain put out of sight so that he might not have need to sin his soul by telling a lie as to no disease being on board or from sinning still greater by telling the truth in the matter.  Elder Willis acted the part of the doctor in his stead.  All passed off well. [p.188] The steamer towed us into the harbor by the afternoon, and all the way up the (Hudson) river we were annoyed by sharpers, alas thieves, who came out in small boats, and "climbed up (another way)" on to our vessel, and would be in but our guard kept them at bay and hunted out of the vessel any that chanced to get in.  The captain engaged the steamer that towed us in for 75 dollars, which was only 100 dollars less than what the captain of the tug offered to tow us in for.  There was plenty opposition in this by steamers.  Yankee meets Yankee here. When landing at New York we were regularly beset by thieves, but the guard and the captain and crew kept them back and all the hatchway were guarded so that no stranger could possibly get down to our goods.  Oh with what audacity and unconceived of impudence do the New York sharpers go about their cursed business.  They are worse by far then their transatlantic brethren [p.189] at the Liverpool Docks.  They came in very "questionable shapes."  Some of them are hung and hooped in chains and rings of gold.  Mormonism can match them, however.  The captain is eloquent in extolling our conduct and propriety on board to the pilot, doctor, excise officers, and reporters.  He boasts that for goodness and healthiness, there never was a better ship load of people brought into port.  He and the crew wish we had further to go with them.  Our company has been so engaging, they express their regret to part from us. The captain gets us to sing to strange officials when they come aboard.  Oh! he is big about his passengers.  He was told at Liverpool what a life he would be led by our misconduct on board, during the voyage.  This, he states, he is prepared to speak against.  Our landing was reported in the New York papers today and our voyage and general conduct and appearance were commented upon.  We were called cleanly and orderly and our order was recommended to other emigrants &c. [p.190] [ABRUPT END OF THE JOURNEY ACCOUNT TO THE SALT LAKE VALLEY]
BIB:    Rowan, Matthew, 1827-.  Journals, 1853-1855. [LDS Church Archives, Ms 6084 1, fd. 1, vol. 2; Acc. #9323] pp. 153-190.  (HDA)
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John was baptized 28 April 1848 by T.J. Schofield and confirmed 29 April 1848 by John Albiston Jr.
Hans Jacob Arnoldus & Inger Sophia Frederikka Sorensen
1810-1889   1842-1920


Hans Jacob Arnoldus was born 8 May 1810 in Bornholm, Denmark to Jockumsen Arnoldus and Johanna Christensen.   He first married Marie Larsen on the 24th of February 1830. They were later divorced.   He later married Hedevig Clausen on the 12 Feb 1857, they were later divorced. Hans joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 24 June 1867.

Inger Sophia Frederikka Sorensen was born 10 May 1842 in Copenhagen, Denmark to Carl August Renaldo Sorensen and Frederikka Wilhelmine Bugge.  
 
Inger was a convert to the Latter-day Saint Church and was baptized 10 April 1867.

Later that summer in the far-off land of Copenhagen, Denmark, Hans Jacob Arnoldus and Inger Sophia Fredrikka Sorensen joined hands in matrimony on the 1st of July 1867.   In 1868, along with their six month old daughter, Eliza Josephine, they sailed to America.   They chose to make their home in Moroni, Utah. In Moroni they had seven more children:   Margaret Christina, Hans Jacob, Sophia Johannah, Carl Issac, Anna Maria, Abraham, Andrew Hansen.  
 

When the children were young they learned all the chores and duties of farm life.   They worked in the fields with their father, putting in many long, hard hours.   The girls also learned the arts of cooking, milking cows, and tending a garden.   The children attended the Moroni schools and received a fair education.

They built one of the nicest brick homes in Moroni.   Hans Jacob later followed the Prophet’s revelation and married a second wife, Dorthea Majane Daniels, also from Denmark, on 24 November 1874 in the Endowment House, in Salt Lake City, Utah.

Hans Jacob died the 7th of December 1889 in Moroni, Utah.   Inger Sophia lived for many more years.   Inger Sophia moved to Cody, Wyoming to be near her son Hans Jacob, who had a hide and fur business there. She died the 10th of March 1920 in Lovell, Big Horn County, Wyoming.   She was buried in Salt Lake City, Utah.



Sunday, September 10, 2017

Sophia Johannah Arnoldus Bradley


Sophia Johannah Arnoldus Bradley
1874-1922

Many years ago in the far-off land of Copenhagen, Denmark, Hans Jacob Arnoldus and Inger Sophia Fredricka Sorensen joined hands in matrimony on the 1st of July 1867.   Both Hans Jacob and Inger Sophia were born in Denmark.   They had joined the church in the spring of 1867.   In 1868, along with their six month old daughter, Eliza Josephine, they sailed to America.   They chose to make their home in Moroni, Utah. In Moroni they had seven more children. Sophia Johannah was born 14 September 1874 in Moroni, Utah.

Some of the records list her as Sophia Johannah and others refer to her as Johannah Sophia, it is not known which is correct.   The Moroni cemetery records list her as Sophia Johannah.  
 

Sophia Johannah, as a young girl, learned all the chores and duties of farm life.   She with her siblings worked in the fields with their father, putting in many long, hard hours.   The girls also learned the arts of cooking, milking cows, and tending a garden.   The children attended the Moroni schools and received a fair education.

Sophia Johannah was a beautiful woman.   As a young woman she earned the title of “Miss Moroni”

She married James Otis Bradley on the 5th of December 1895, and they settled in Moroni.   They were sealed in the Manti Temple on 3 April 1918. They had seven children: James (who only lived a few months), William Otis, Mark, Ora Sophia, Clifford Henry, Anna Elizabeth and Helen.

They had a large farm and grew mostly sugar beets, but also grain and alfalfa.

Sophia did not have good health.   She had heart problems and died from a cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 47 on 27 March 1922.   She left James Otis with six children to raise on his own. The youngest, Helen, was just two years old. The older sisters cared for the younger ones in their nice, five room, brick home in Moroni.   They lived kitty corner from the chapel, the tithing office, the post office and the town marshal.


James Otis Bradley Obituary and Gravestone



James Otis Bradley

James Otis Bradley
1870-1943


James Otis Bradley was a great-grandson of George Washington Bradley, an early ancestral pioneer born in New York who came west with the Saints after he found the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. Soon after his family’s arrival in the Valley of the Great Salt Lake, Brigham Young “called” him to go and help settle the Sanpete Valley, where he became the first bishop in Moroni and also served as that city’s “president” for the next 18 years.
 

With the Bradleys having established such a strong presence in the Sanpete area—where more and more Bradleys lived and died over the next several generations—it should not be surprising that James Otis’s parents, George Henry and Elizabeth Angeline Love Bradley, were also living there 135 years ago when he made his journey to earth from the spirit world, landing in Moroni on Wednesday, 9 February 1870.
 

So James Otis grew up in Moroni in Sanpete County, where he met and married his sweetheart, Johannah Sophia Arnoldus. Her family had put down their roots in the same place after having joined the Church and migrated westward to be with the Saints in Zion.

Today James Otis and Johannah Sophia Arnoldus Bradley have a large posterity of faithful children, grandchildren, and so on. Many of those still living today who knew him in life have fond memories of him.


One of these was reported by Verdeen and Ronald Bradley. Ronald recalls that when he was about three years old and Verdeen eight they often rode sitting on the floor of a wagon pulled by two horses with their father, Clifford, and grandfather, James Otis, sitting on the wagon seat. Ronald remembers how excited he was about being able to go with them because he thought he would be allowed to stay and help his father work on the farm—probably thinning beets.

Ron, who still lives in Moroni today, remembers vividly that they traveled south on Turkey Plant Road from Grandfather’s home and then went west to get to the farm. But as soon as they arrived, Grandfather said he had better take them home, so he left the wagon for Clifford and started up the road with the children. This upset Ronald terribly because he had thought both he and Verdeen would be able to stay at Grandfather’s for the night. Several blocks from the farm as they traveled along the road they passed Russ Bailey’s farm, which had an abundance of peas growing. Grandfather took them in and helped them get some handfuls of peas and then continued home. It was several miles to his house.

Arriving at Grandfather’s home, they were given thick slices of homemade bread with molasses and sugar sprinkled on top. Ronald remembers it was very good. Then Grandfather said they were to go straight home because their mother would probably need them. So Verdeen took Ronald and walked nearly a mile further to get to their own house.

Verdeen recalls that Grandfather was called “Ottie” by his friends and that he whistled and hummed a lot. Many remember him for that. In fact, he was known for his whistling and singing, whether at home or in the business section of town. One speaker at his funeral stated that “he was truly great because it is only a great man who can whistle his troubles away.”

His son Clifford carried on his tradition of whistling and people would know he was coming before they saw him because they could hear him whistling.
 


James Otis had a large farm on which he grew mostly sugar beets but also grain and alfalfa. He had two horses named Rock and Rye, and they were the best horses in all of Moroni, Ralph recalls. He also had a cow, some chickens, and a pig or two. The chickens were not cooped up but were left to wander all over the farm at will. But they laid their eggs in the barn and Ralph remembers having collected them there. Then Grandfather let him trade one for an all-day sucker. Grandfather’s farm also had a great garden with an abundance of turnips and peas, which the children loved to eat raw.

Grandma Bradley, James Otis’s wife, Johannah Sophia Arnoldus, passed away in 1922 when Ralph was scarcely two years old, leaving James with six children (three boys and three girls) to raise on his own. After “Sophie” died, James’s daughter Beth cared for him and the rest of the children in his nice, five-room, brick home in Moroni, which was located kitty corner from the chapel, the tithing office, the post office, and the town marshal. Ralph remembers that Grandfather’s house had a large swing in the tree, which the children loved to swing on.   Mealtime at Grandfather’s always featured meat, potatoes, and milk gravy. Sometimes they had liver and onions, which the kids didn’t like.
 

The house was surrounded by a nice, white, picket fence, through which they watered their lawn with irrigation water by flooding the whole lawn whenever it was their turn to take water. Inside the house they had an old Edison record player, which operated by cranking it up before playing it. The sound came out through a large horn that sat atop the apparatus.

The grandchildren loved to climb up on Grandfather’s big mahogany bed and lie on his thick and comfy straw tick. They’ll never forget the marble slab that adorned the top of the chest of drawers.
 

Ralph remembers that during the beet harvest Grandfather would take him for a ride on his horse, complete with what it felt like to sit atop the horse pushing in with his right or left knee to turn the horse in either direction. Because he was so small, there wasn’t really much else he could do to help with the work.


Even the children remember how very happy Grandfather always was. He was constantly whistling and when people heard him coming they would holler out, “Here comes Oat!”

In later years James Otis had a job in Fountain Green maintaining road shoulders. His grandson Ralph used to ride with him on his maintenance runs and thought it pretty neat to be able to work with Grandfather.

Grandpa Bradley was always generous to his children and their families. It must have been hard for him to see his daughter-in-law Nida struggle financially when his son William Otis, who had all but deserted her and her children, failed to send his monthly allowance of $20.00 for their support. He was working and living in Oregon and did not appear to intend to come back to Moroni to be with his family. It was that year, 1928, that Grandpa Bradley loaned Nida $5.00 so she would not have to disappoint her children, Ralph and Betsy, for Christmas.

It was on a Sunday, 3 October 1943, that James Otis Bradley quietly passed away at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Don Nielson, in Provo, Utah. Funeral services were held in the West Ward chapel in Moroni. An unusually large number of relatives and friends came to pay their respects to the man whom they held in the highest esteem. He was interred in the Moroni City Cemetery, as was the custom with the Bradley family who had come there 95 years earlier after being called by Brigham Young to settle the Sanpete Valley

William Otis Bradley


William Otis Bradley
1897-1986


William Otis Bradley was born in Moroni, Utah, on 2 February 1897 to James Otis and Johanna Sophia Arnoldus Bradley, the second son in a family of seven children. Otis, as he was called, came from good pioneer stock, his great-grandfather George Washington Bradley having served as the first Bishop in Moroni and also as the town president for eighteen years.
 

Otis worked at a local firm known as the Moroni Co-op. It was there he met and began to date Nida Hales, who, after only two years of high school had also gone to work there to help her family’s financial situation. Nida had dated many young men previous to that time, but in Otis she felt she had finally found the one the Lord intended for her. By the fall of 1918 they were dating steadily and planned to be married the next spring. But early that same fall a serious flu epidemic broke out that plagued the entire nation. It was so severe that all public gatherings such as school, church meetings, picture shows, and dances were closed down. Otis and Nida had often attended the Wednesday and Saturday night dances so were now forced to cultivate their relationship in other ways while they waited for the flu epidemic to subside—and for the ban on the temple to be lifted.

The Manti Temple reopened the first week of March, and it was in that first week after the closure, on 12 March 1919, that Nida and Otis went there to be married. Their first home was in the front part of the James M. Christensen home.
 


Unfortunately for Nida, her marriage got off to a much different start than she had dreamed of since she was a girl. Despite Otis’s having qualified to go to the temple, he was not truly converted to the gospel. His mother died shortly after he was married, so the responsibility fell to his widowed father and his sisters to give him spiritual support in his new patriarchal calling. He floundered because of his lack of leadership sense and this deficiency   was immediately apparent to Nida when he did not “preside” over her in his new home. Each night, for example, Nida prayed alone then had to persuade Otis to pray with her—but she always had to be mouth.

When Otis and Nida’s first child, a son, Ralph Otis Bradley, was born to them on 24 Feb 1920, Nida’s first concern was how she could successfully teach him to “return home” to Father in Heaven. His had been a rough delivery, which led to her prolonged sickness, requiring that she receive continuous care from her family. Ralph was a big baby and was hard to feed. Then Nida nearly died giving birth on 5 May 1921 to her second child, a girl whom they named Betsy, after Nida’s mother. Both children were born in Moroni.

Otis left the Moroni Co-op and went to work for People’s Sugar Company, where he boiled sugar all day. He liked that kind of work but it was seasonal, which meant moving around from job to job in the off months. Otis and Nida bought a building lot from his Aunt Eliza Bradley just one block west of the Moroni Co-op, between her home and Otis’s father’s home. The moved from their first house in the Christensen home into a two-room lumber house they had purchased from Nida’s Uncle Alma Blackham and moved onto their new lot. They dug a basement and a foundation with a floor and were happy when they moved into their very own home.


The following spring Otis was laid off at the sugar company, so he went to Salt Lake and found a position as a meat cutter, a trade he had learned from Lawrence Larson at the Moroni Co-op. Once settled, Nida also moved to Salt Lake with the children. There they rented a furnished house at 245 Hampton Avenue, across the street from Nellie Morley’s family, another of Nida’s relatives. Late that summer the sugar factory in Moroni contacted Otis asking him to return in the fall to Moroni to boil sugar for them again, so he accepted the offer and they moved back home.
 

They were happy to be around family again in Moroni, but shortly after Thanksgiving Otis was laid off once more, and they were out of work—again. Otis wasted no time trying to find employment back in Salt Lake but nothing was available, so he went to McGill, near Ely, Nevada, where he was able to get another job as a meat cutter. The family followed by train the following January, but they only stayed about a year in McGill because the copper ore fumes from the nearby smelter were harmful to Betsy. She could not breathe and in the nighttime it became even worse. So Nida and the children returned to their little house in Moroni, leaving Otis to fend for himself in McGill.
 

The first part of October 1925 the family was reunited when they all moved to Sparks, Nevada, three miles north of Reno, where Otis had secured a position with Safeway Stores. In Sparks Nida began immediately to serve in the Church, being called as a counselor in Primary the very first month. When her father died suddenly on 7 May 1927, she and the children went home for the funeral and when they returned, they found that Otis had been transferred to Safeway’s large store in Reno as manager over the entire store. It was a good career move for him.
 

To facilitate Otis’s new position, the family moved to Reno. But they did not like it there because the school was too far away for Ralph to walk. So they moved back to Sparks, where Ralph could walk to school. They did not have a car at the time and the small town was much more convenient. It was not difficult for Otis to get to work from Sparks because a street car went every 30 minutes to Reno and returned about as often. It stopped just a half block from their home in Sparks and one block from the Safeway store in Reno, and the fare was very reasonable.


Over the next several years the Bradley family moved again and again, during which time Otis mysteriously began to distance himself from Nida and the children, even living apart from them for long periods of time. In July 1928, he asked for a transfer to Santa Barbara so moved there on his own, leaving his family in Sparks to facilitate their own move back to Moroni, where it was agreed they would go. He left for California on July 5 without even saying goodbye to his children.
 

In the ensuing months Nida suffered in private because of the outcome of her marriage, but she constantly prayed for Otis’s return.   California did not prove to be a good venture for him, though, so he moved on and found an opportunity to cut meat in Portland, Oregon, where he ultimately opened his own butcher shop.

For a while Otis sent $20 a month to Nida, from which she always paid $2 in tithing the very first thing. When her Christmas check didn’t arrive that year, however, Nida borrowed $5 from Grandpa Bradley so her family would have a Christmas. Then in May 1929 she suffered another heartbreak when a parcel post package arrived with Otis’s garments and the church books the local missionaries had given to him when they tried to reactivate him in the Church.
Nida and her children were invited to go and live with Aunt Nellie Blackham Morley in Salt Lake City. During that time she visited Otis once in Portland to try to get him to come back to her, but it was no use, so she had to face the ugly reality that she was totally on her own.
 

After making a few modifications to Nellie’s basement, Nida set up housekeeping on a shoestring, and her cousin Doris got her a job at Auerbach’s, which enabled her to now carry some of the financial responsibility for her family. All this while Doris, despite her rheumatoid arthritis,   maintained her usual cheerful spirit, which proved to be a real boon to Nida.

Life was bearable, and ultimately even enjoyable, at Nellie’s, but Nida so longed to have her family back together again. Though her husband was gone she was at least able to help pay the rent now that she had her job at Auerbach’s. But shortly after Thanksgiving Otis wrote asking for a divorce—which broke Nida’s heart.


After the divorce, Otis married Ofa Anna Marts and he ended up having lived much of his adult life with her in Oregon. In Portland Otis owned his own meat market and was a great success. His son, Ralph, recalls that he had real people skills, which was partially why he did so well in his own business.

Otis saw very little of his family after his divorce from Nida. Ralph was 35 years old before he had any kind of a relationship with him. Once when he was in Boise, Idaho, on a business trip he felt impressed to drive over to Portland, Oregon, to see his dad. They had a good visit and were able to get re-acquainted with each other. Years later, after his wife died, Otis called Ralph and said he would like to move back to Moroni, Utah, to live with his brother Cliff and his wife, Rhea. So Ralph sent his sons Craig and Jim up to Oregon to help with the move. There they rented a U-Haul truck and brought their grandfather down to Moroni with all his things.
 

Otis had bought Cliff and Rhea a home in Moroni, which he had given them as a gift, but things didn’t work out for him to live with them for very long so Otis built a small addition on his nephew Ron’s house and lived there for several years.

Ralph often took two of his daughters, Barbara and Lisa, down to Moroni to see Otis and to take him to lunch. He particularly liked the food at a favorite restaurant in Ephraim. They enjoyed those trips because it gave them a chance to nurture him and show love and concern for him. And their efforts proved successful because Otis was really trying hard to become active in the Church again. He was obeying the commandments, including paying his tithing, but he needed to qualify for a temple recommend, which didn’t seem to be forthcoming.
 


Ralph learned that his father had been struggling with some past things he wanted to “clean up” in his life and didn’t quite know how to go about doing it. He talked to his bishop and asked for his help, but the bishop wasn’t very responsive, so nothing happened. Finally, Ralph intervened and talked to the bishop’s wife and she encouraged the bishop to move things along, which he did, and Otis finally got his temple recommend. After he moved to Salt Lake Ralph had the privilege of performing the sealing of his deceased second wife, Ann, to him in the Salt Lake Temple. (Nida, Ralph’s natural mother and Otis’s first wife, who was sealed to him initially in the Manti Temple, had that sealing canceled when she was married and sealed to her second husband, John A. Donaldson.)

In Salt Lake, Ralph bought a trailer home for Otis to live in and they parked it near the Bradleys’ store so he could easily go back and forth to where Ralph’s family members worked. They all enjoyed having him around. He was, in fact, a great help to them all the while he lived there, partially because of his own past experience in business.
 

About the time Ralph and Mildred were called on their mission to North Carolina Otis’s health was beginning to fail so they assigned their daughter Barbara to care for him regularly during their absence. She took him “out and about” each day to run errands and tend to personal needs. Later, when she was no longer able to keep up with his physical demands, the family moved him to the Salt Lake Home on 200 North, and he lived there until he died on 24 June 1986 at age 89.

After having been away from Utah and the majority of his family and friends for so many years, Otis felt blessed to spend the last six years of his mortal life “back home” again in Utah. It was only fitting that, even though he was living in Salt Lake at the time of his passing, he should be buried “back home” in the Moroni City Cemetery.
 

Having reconciled himself again with his Father in Heaven, his children have every reason to one day see him “back home” again in the Bradley Family Mansion, filling his own chair among the others whose hearts have been—and are still being—turned to him.


Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Martha Robinson Blackham


Martha Robinson Blackham
1807-1888

  Martha Robinson was born 22 March 1807 in Heaton Norris, Lancashire, England.   She was the fourth of ten children born to James and Elizabeth Perry Robinson.   Martha had six sisters and three brothers.

        Heaton Norris was a very tiny area near the town of Stockport, which is now a suburb of Manchester.   Stockport, even today, is a very beautiful area with cobblestone streets and many flowers growing everywhere.   It is very green and has rolling countryside.   Open-air shops line the cobblestone streets where people sell their wares.

      Oliver Cromwell, a man who ruled England during a time when the English people had no monarchy, owned a big estate in Stockport, which was later developed into a park for the English people to enjoy.   In all probability, Martha and her family enjoyed going to that park and seeing all the relics of long ago that are on display there.

        Manchester was also an industrial area of England.   Many worked in the cotton factories, which spun cloth.   Some worked in the iron foundries and sawmills.

        Martha married Samuel Blackham when they were both 22 years old.   Samuel was born in January 1807 in Sedgley, Staffordshire, England, to Samuel and Lucy Evans Blackham.   They settled in Heaton Norris and to this couple were born seven children; John, James, William, Samuel, Elizabeth, Sarah, and Thomas.  
        Samuel Blackham was a Whitesmith, which according to a dictionary is a tinsmith, a finisher, a polisher or galvanizer of iron and a blacksmith.   On his oldest son's wedding certificate he said he was a nail maker.

        When Martha was 40, Mormon missionaries including Brother John Taylor and C. H. Wheelock contacted the Blackham family and taught them the fulness of Jesus Christ’s Gospel.   Martha was baptized 23 May 1847 by John Lees and confirmed 26 May 1847 by John Albiston, Jr.   When she was baptized in England, the first company of Mormon pioneers in America were wending their way across the plains to the valleys of the Rocky Mountains.

        It is reported by the family, but documentation is scant, that Samuel Blackham, Sr. elected to avoid Church membership.   Family tradition says he wanted "The Pub" more than Mormonism and parted with his family.   Samuel was not with his family on the 1851 census.   Samuel Blackham died in a work house on 3 March 1854 of smallpox, he was only 47 years old.

        By 1848, Martha and her children moved 5 miles northeast to the Ashton-Under-Lyne district and lived on Hertford Street, Walkmill, Audensaw.   It was here that some more of the family were baptized into the LDS Church.  

        Martha lost two of their children while living in Ashton-Under-Lyne.   In 1850, William died of hematemesis at age 17, vomiting blood for a duration of two days.   He had married just the year before and was a factory hand.   Two and a half years later Elizabeth at the age of 17 and a weaver in the cotton mills, died of meningitis.   Life must have been very difficult for the Blackham family.   Neither William or Elizabeth had joined the church yet.

(From Sarah's history)   When Sarah Blackham was a very young girl about seven or eight, a stranger came to the back door asking for some bread. Martha explained to him that there was none left as it had all been eaten at their previous meal, but Sarah spoke up and said there was a crust or two left, to which Martha replied; “Well, if there is a crumb, give it to the man!”

At this particular moment, a young friend of Martha’s boys, Bob Mallinson was visiting at Martha’s home. Hearing the stranger’s request for bread, he invited the stranger to go to his house, where his mother had just baked that day, and she, he knew would give him a whole loaf. With these words, the stranger thanked them all and departed. Bob realized immediately that he had failed to give directions or address of his home to the stranger, so he quickly cut through the house to the front door expecting to encounter the man a he came around the house from the back door having a further distance to travel, but this was not the case. The man was nowhere in the immediate vicinity, but was clear up the street, knocking on the very door that Bob had meant he should.

As the stranger knocked on her door, Ophelia Mallinson, Bob’s mother, was just combing her hair preparatory to going to the shop to purchase the necessities that was needed to sustain her family. She sat at the dressing table pondering as to how she could stretch this last bit of money she had in the world, which was a sovereign. Shocked out of her reverie by the knock, Ophelia answered the door, brush in hand, and the clean neatly dressed stranger, instead of asking for bread as it had been suggested he would, asked for the exact amount of which she had, “a sovereign”. Mrs. Mallinson said, “God Love Ye, but ‘tis the last cent I have in this world and I was only just now trying to think of how I could make it go the furtherest.” Whereupon the neat young man thanked her and as she shut the door, the most disappointed feeling came over her that a must unusual reaction enveloped. She suddenly exclaimed; “My God, what have I done? I’ll gee it ‘the man,” and quickly thrust open the door to extend it to him, ere he got down the steps, but he was nowhere to be seen. She went to every house, on each side of the street, her hair down and brush still in hand, weeping and asking each and every resident if they had seen such a person, until she at last came to Martha Blackham’s door, telling her story once more. When her son Bob heard this, he told her that he had sent the stranger to her for some bread, as he knew she had just baked and would give him some. To this she quickly agreed she would have been only too glad to have given him a loaf of bread if he would have just asked.

Martha later firmly believed this stranger to be one of the “three Nephites” told about in the Book of Mormon, because it was not too long after this incident had occurred, that Sarah became very ill. She had contracted three dread diseases, any one of which were killers in those days, and the doctors had given up all hope, saying that only a miracle could save her now, and it would have to be a king sized one at that.
One sad morning, Ophelia Mallinsen was over comforting Martha, through her trying ordeal. The two women sat smoking their pipes, weeping in desolation at being unable to help a loved one in such a time of need, a most dreadful feeling of helplessness and sorrow. They wept in silence and bitterness as Sarah was in her room upstairs, just over the kitchen and she was not to be disturbed, because they knew how every little sound grated on the nerves of their loved one. As Sarah lay quietly, she heard the outside kitchen door open and close. Footsteps tracked across the kitchen floor till they reached the stair door, (the only entrance to the upstairs rooms.) The stair door opened and closed and Sarah counted the footsteps as they ascended the stairs one by one, till they reached the top, then they came nearer and nearer until they reached her door. As the door opened it revealed the stranger who had come to her house just a few months previous. It did not occur to Sarah to be afraid as he entered the room, because there came with him such a wonderful feeling of well-being. He walked over to her bed, laid his hand upon her head and said;”you’re a very sick girl, aren’t you?” to which Sarah answered; “Yes!” He then told her that in his church of which he was a member, they administered to the sick and afflicted by the laying on of hands, and if the person receiving the blessing had faith enough, he or she would get well. Did she have enough faith? Sarah being full of the wonderful feeling that this man seemed to have brought with him, said; “I know I’ll get well, if only you will pray for me.” At her reply, the man brought forth a small horn, which was filled with consecrated oil described by him as a part of the administration. He rubbed some on her forehead and both arms, blessing her with a most wonderful blessing all the while stroking the oil on her arms for a short while longer and then told her she was going to be alright now. He then turned opened, closed the door behind him, and left. Sarah arose, got dressed and descended the stairs herself. As soon as she opened the downstairs door to enter the kitchen her mother thought she was delirious, but Sarah told them she was better, the nice man had made her so.

        Martha and her remaining children had a strong desire to gather to Zion and with the Perpetual Emigration Fund they were all able to.   
 
        In the territory of Utah, the Perpetual Emigration Company was organized to help the Latter-Day Saints in Europe emigrate to America.   The funds were loaned to each applicant who was then responsible to repay the loan after arriving in Utah.   Emigrants were to give their name, age, occupation, birthplace, and a deposit of one pound sterling.   They were expected to provide their own bedding and cooking utensils.   Food was arranged for them.  

        Martha's two oldest sons came to America first.   James Blackham sailed in 1853 on the ship "Elvira Owen".   John Blackham with his wife, Susannah, and two children sailed in 1855 on the ship "Samuel Curling."

        Martha had been a member of the Church for nine years when she left home and friends for the sake of the Gospel on 25 May 1856.   Martha 49 with her three remaining children, Samuel 21, Sarah 16, and Thomas 14, along with 800 saints set sail on the ship “Horizon” at Liverpool.

        The "Horizon" was a large ship for the time, having three masts, three decks, and a square stern and figurehead.   The Saints were well organized for the voyage.   They were divided into nine wards, with nine cooks and ten men at watch.   Cold and foggy weather prevailed for most of the journey, but the "Horizon” made good speed.   They were on the ocean five weeks and four days, landing in Boston 3 July 1856.

        They took the train for Iowa, arriving there on July 8th. The distance from the train to camp was about four miles.   They were tired of riding, so they gladly walked the distance.   They had not gone far before a thunderstorm drenched them and everything they were carrying.   Night came on them, and their clothes were wet, so they stood up all night.   This was their first experience in traveling to Zion on foot.

        When they reached the outfitting camp in Iowa City, they found no handcarts were ready and all the seasoned lumber with which to make them had been used.   This was because the camp had already outfitted three other handcart companies that year, and now, late in the season, a large group needed outfitting.   Counting the Thornton Saints, 1,620 persons needed handcarts or ox trains.   Martha with the rest of the company had to remain in Iowa about a month waiting until more carts could be made, and they had to be made from green wood.   Finally 260 carts were ready and it was on July 15th that 500 left with Captain James G. Willie’s Fourth Company and on July 26th the remaining 576, under the leadership of Captain Edward Martin’s 5th Company.

        Martha and family left Iowa City, July 26, 1856, in the Edward Martin’s Company.   There were 146 carts, 7 wagons, 30 oxen, 50 cows and beef cattle for their group.   Behind them were two ox trains with Captain W. B. Hodgett in command.   Each person was allowed 17 pounds of clothing and bedding.   The Martin Handcart Company was the last of five handcart companies to leave Iowa City that year.

(From Sarah Blackham's history)
The road across Iowa was good and the journey, though made through heat and dust, was accomplished without unusual difficulties.   A few dropped out en route, to wait more propitious traveling, or to forsake the project entirely.   The journey to Florence Neb, 277 miles was made in a little less than four weeks. Willie’s Company reaching there August 11th, and Martin’s on the 22nd of Aug.   Here each company was delayed for repairs.   We held a mass meeting there to decide whether or not to take the chance of starting across so late in the season, but because of our anxiety to get to Zion we gambled on the weather and decided to take the risk. Levi Savage, who knew the journey and its hardships tried to talk us out of continuing.   When seeing that they intended to go on said: “What I have said I know to be true. But seeing you are to go forward, I will go with you; will help all I can, will work with you, will rest with you, will suffer with you, and if necessary, will die with you.   May God in his mercy bless and preserve us.”   On each cart we put an extra hundred pounds of flour and our human draft animals pulled the extra load without a complaint.
We pushed and pulled the handcarts, which bore up well until we crossed that invisible line that divides the humid mid west from the arid west.   Then our green carts began to warp and disintegrate and collapse.   The shrieking wooden axles were worn down under the grinding of the sand.   We had to spend each night patching, greasing the axles with soap or bacon rind, but still we hurried on, knowing that we were dangerously late.

Then something more serious happened at Wood River, a few miles above Grand Island, Nebraska.   A stampeding herd of buffalo came right through our camp, and when we finally crawled out from under the confusion, we found thirty heads of our cattle missing.   This was disaster, because this was our beef insurance for the rest of the journey, as well as draft animals to pull our heavy loads of flour.   Now the flour had to be put on the already weakened handcarts.

By now it was September and the nights were cold.   There were deaths. Our seventeen pounds of clothing and bedding was insufficient for our comfort.   The older and weaker members dropped and failed under the grind, stumbled into camp with faces drawn and set with exhaustion, and sometimes would lie down for a moment's rest and die without ever knowing how completely worn out they were. Life went out as smoothly as a lamp ceases to burn when the oil is gone.   At first the deaths occurred slowly and irregularly, but in a few days they happened at more frequent intervals, and we soon thought it unusual to leave a camp ground without burying one or more persons.   Many a father pulled his cart with his little children on it until the day preceding his death.

We arrived at Fort Laramie and were able to buy a hundred buffalo robes.   These proved to be a blessing and a curse, for while they might keep us warm at night, we could not carry them in the daytime and many threw theirs away.   When we reached Red Buttes we had to once more cross the Platte River.   It was now slushy with ice.   Dismay filled our hearts for there was no ferry and no way to get across except to walk through.   Grimly the fathers picked up their children and waded out into the river; the women picked up their skirts and waded through, like the heroines that they were, and as they had gone through many other rivers and creeks.   By the time we got to the other side we were blue, shivering and starving.   We camped for the night and when we woke up the next morning there was a foot of snow on the ground and we had to stay there.   For three days we waited, we could do nothing else.   So many died that a burial squad was appointed.   I sat looking at another young girl by the fire one evening and saw her die in the act of raising a cracker to her mouth.   A day or two later I watched while eighteen of the company were buried in one snow grave.   It was impossible to dig graves in the frozen ground.

When the storm blew out we plodded on; foot after tired foot we trudged.   We could not stop but had to keep on our patient plodding, but before we reached the Sweetwater, another three-day storm came and there we stayed.   Nobody in the group had strength enough left even to pitch a tent.   We were waiting for the end.   Five more corpses to be buried, and we could only put them in the snowdrift.   Sister Elizabeth Kingsford, alarmed because her husband did not eat his supper, wrapped him in their blankets and lay down beside him with all her clothes on.   About midnight, terribly cold, she rolled closer to him and when she put her hand on him, she knew he was dead.   She cried out but her cries brought none.   The rest of the night she lay grim and dry-eyed beside her husband's corpse; left to struggle on with her three children, without hope, almost without thought, nothing left except the indomitable spark that would not quite flicker out.   Since we had crossed the Platte River only nine days before, 56 of our company had died.

While at prayer meeting during a bitter cold night Brother Rodwell spoke in tongues.   An interpretation was given, telling that rescuers would arrive in 3 days.   On the 3rd day, Joseph A. Young and another man rode into our camp.   What a shout went up.   They brought word that there was food a few miles distant.   During the night, 19 people died.   Wolves dug up bodies of the dead from the frozen earth and devoured them.
Few oxen were left to pull the wagons.   A sick oxen was killed and the meat rationed. (from June Hoauk writings)

It was almost too late when the rescue party came. The rescue party--what a wonderful blessing, and if it had come one day later there probably would have been none of us left.   How did it happen that a rescue party found us?   Missionaries bearing news of our plight had arrived in Salt Lake City during the October Conference. They had accompanied F. D. Richards on a westward express. They went right in while Conference was in session and reported to President Young of the terrible condition of the Willie and Martin companies.   President Young promptly adjourned conference and called for wagons, supplies and volunteers. John Blackham, the brother of Sarah, who had come to the valley in 1855, was among the first that volunteered. There was no hesitancy as to what should be done. Twenty-seven young men took off with wagonloads of food, warm clothing and bedding. John Blackham and Cyrus Wheelwright’s wagon was among them. (Cyrus Wheelwright was the man that had baptized some of the Blackham family in England.) This was not an easy task for them, for they had a forced drive across three or four hundred miles of wintry mountains.   They crowded their teams recklessly day after day, looking ahead for the vanguard of walkers.   By the time they reached Fort Bridger they were seriously alarmed and would have pushed on faster but a new storm stopped them.   That was the night of October 20th.   That same night Captain Willie and one companion, frostbitten and exhausted and riding two worn-out animals, appeared out of the blizzard to tell them that if they didn't come at once there was no use to come at all.   They broke camp and started again and did not stop until they reached the Willie Company, and the night before they had reached them, nine more had died and the rest had nothing to eat for 48 hours.

The rescuers built up great fires, distributed clothing and bedding and handed out food.   They had come in time to save the lives of most of the Willie Company.   The rescuers divided, half staying with the Willie Company the others under Captain Grant continuing on to find the Martin party.   They found us on the last day of October at Greasewood Creek, sixteen miles east of Devil’s Gate. We were camped and waiting for the end, too exhausted to do more.   We had no food except a little stringy beef from draft animals that had worn themselves out in the harness and that food had made us all sick. Our clothes were almost worn out. Most of our bedding had been left behind, as it was too heavy to carry. Martha was caring for a small orphan boy, Billy Wareworth with frozen feet.   Unfortunately, he died later. It is hard to imagine the emotions of rescue, the dazed joy of being found by your own son, and snatched from the brink of the grave. It is hard to imagine that hope that has been crushed little by little until it is apparently dead can come back like life itself returning.  

Now at least things looked better.   The deaths continued, however, because of the weakened condition of our people. The rescuers helped bury the dead.   Then more rescue wagons came along with more supplies and as quickly as possible they loaded up the weakest and started them for Salt Lake City.   The survivors were so thin they almost looked like skeletons.   Only one third of us came along on our own power but it was easier because there now was a broken trail to follow and someone there to help when help was needed.   We were camped at the Devil’s Gate Fort, where we were to remain for several days.   It was decided we should move on to find a sheltered place where wood was procurable.   Loaded with the sick and dying, the wagons were to move along the Sweetwater and cross to a depression, later to be known as Martin’s Cove, about two and one-half miles from Devil’s Gate.   On November 3, the handcarts reached the river, filled with floating ice. Some pushed through, but others were unequal to the ordeal.   Three 18 year old boys (C. Allen Huntington, George W. Grant, and David P. Kimball) belonging to the relief party, came to the rescue; and to the astonishment of all who saw, carried nearly every member of that ill-fated handcart company across the snowbound stream.   The strain was so terrible, and the exposure so great, that in later years, all the boys died from the effects of it.   “That act alone said Brigham Young, will bring to those boys everlasting salvation in the Celestial Kingdom of God, worlds without end.”   The fatigued Saints finally reached the wagons encamped in the cove against the granite mountain, where they found some shelter through several freezing days. On November 6th, it was eleven degrees below zero.   It was decided to store the goods at the Fort and use the empty wagons to haul the sick and incapacitated members on to Salt Lake.   Seventeen men were assigned to stay and protect the goods till spring.   Dan W. Jones, Thomas Alexander and Ben Hampton were three of the men that stayed.   The ordeal they endured during the long winter was terrible.   Their cattle died; they ate the lean meat, and got hungry eating it.   Finally they were reduced to eating rawhide.   At first it made them sick, but Jones, a professional cook devised a plan and evolved this recipe; “Scorch and scrape the hair off; this had a tendency to kill and purify the bad taste that scalding gave it.   After scraping, boil one hour in plenty of water, throwing the water away which had extracted all the glue, then wash and let it get cold, and then eat with a little sugar sprinkled on it.   This was considerable trouble, but we had little else to do and it was better than starving.   We asked the Lord to bless our stomachs and adapt them to this food…We enjoyed this sumptuous fare for about six weeks, and never got the gout. (Improvement Era, XVII, p. 288)

When we got to Echo Canyon a child was born in one of the wagons.   One wonders how the mother survived long enough to bring him to life but she lived to arrive in Salt Lake City.   They wrapped him in the garments of one of the young rescuers and named him Echo.

The party moved forward on November 9th.   Ahead of the company, there still stretched 325 miles of high, mountain desolation, mantled in snow.   The severe cold continued and some persons had their fingers, toes, or feet frozen; others died.

Our supplies became dangerously low.   No more help had yet come.   And there was uncertainty as to when, or if, it would come.   Redick N. Allred and others refused to turn back because of the snow.   Ephraim Hanks, one of the greatest of Mormon scouts, continued to push on.   Though compelled to leave his wagonload of supplies, he pushed on alone through the storms, with a saddle horse and a pack animal, hoping to meet the westbound handcart.   On the way, he providentially encountered buffalo and killed one.   “I skinned and dressed the cow;” he writes, “then cut up part of its meat in long strips and loaded my horses with it.   Thereupon I resumed my journey, and traveled on till towards evening.   I think the sun was about an hour high in the west when I spied something in the distance that looked like a black streak in the snow.   As I got near to it, I perceived it moved; then I was satisfied that this was the long looked for handcart company, led by Captain Edward Martin.   I reached the train just as the immigrants were camping for the night.   That sight that met my gaze as I entered their camp can never be erased from my memory.   The starved forms and haggard countenances of the poor suffers, as they moved about slowly, shivering with cold, to prepare their scanty meal was enough to touch the stoutest heart.   When they saw me coming, they hailed me with joy inexpressible, and when they further beheld the supply of fresh meat I brought into camp, their gratitude knew no bounds.   Flocking around me, one would say, ‘Oh, please, give me a small piece of meat; another would exclaim, ‘My poor children are starving, do give me a little; and children with tears in their eyes would call out, “Give me some, give me some.’   At first I tried to wait on them and handed out the meat as they called for it; but finally I told them to help themselves.   Five minutes later both my horses had been released of their extra burden-the meat was all gone, and the next few hours found the people in camp busily engaged in cooking and eating it, with thankful hearts.”

Hanks went about   the camp administering to the sick.   He washed their frozen limbs with water and castile soap, until the frozen parts would fall off, after which I would sever the shreds of flesh from the remaining portions of the limbs with my scissors.   Some lost toes, others fingers, and again other whole hands and feet; one woman who now resided in Koosharen, Piute, Utah lost both her legs below the knees, and quite a number who survived became cripples for life.

(From John Blackham’s history)
The snow was 18 inches deep.   Brother Wheelock rode a horse and John was driving the wagon.   When they reached the summit of “Big Little Mountain”, they say smoke issuing from a distant grove of trees.   At first sight they thought it was Indians, but upon going nearer they saw it was the ill-fated Martin Handcart Company.   Brother Wheelock on his horse reached there first and heard Thomas cry out, “Here comes our Jack.”   Never had there been a more happy reunion.   Tears would flow from his eyes, as he would relate the story.   He said, “Never have I received a more welcome greeting.   When this help came they had no food except four pounds of flour for each person left in camp.   They had cooked rawhide to obtain some nourishment.   At one time they had buried 17 persons in a snow bank.   The survivors were so thin they almost looked like skeletons.   Little Billy Wareworth lost his father and mother.   But John’s mother, Martha, took him to her heart.   He rode with his little feet hanging over the side of the wagon and they froze, causing his death after they reached Salt Lake City.   All rode in the wagons, as they were too weak to walk.  
 
                    The Martin handcart company arrived in Salt Lake City on Sunday noon November 30, 1856 in relief wagons that now numbered 104.   President Brigham Young along with many others met them outside the city and tears of joy rolled down his face when he saw they were rescued.   The saints were taken to the Sugarhouse ward the meetings had been dismissed early.   President Brigham Young had asked the Church members to take the new converts into their homes and care for them until they could find places of their own.   The loss of life for the Martin Company was between 150 and 160.  

        Somehow Martha, Samuel, Sarah and Thomas all survived with no lasting physical problems that we know of.   They were probably taken to John's house and cared for by his wife, Susannah.   But John and Susannh were very poor and would not have had enough food to feed them all through the winter.

(From Samuel Blackham’s history)
That very winter, Martha and her family were called to help settle Nephi, in Juab County.   When she reached this place, a fort had been built for protection against the Indians and their raids.   The wall around the fort covered an area of four blocks, and inside were small homes, in one of which the family lived during the winter.   With no means of support for the winter, they lived on charity, which was meager at times.
While living in Nephi in 1857, Martha was given her patriarchal blessing by John Murdock.   She was blessed that the Comforter, the Holy Ghost, would rest upon her and be a light to guide her....She would rejoice in Christ.   Her blessing stated that she and her kindred in the flesh would become Savior on Mount Zion.  

In December of 1857, Sarah, age 18 married Charles Kemp.   Her first baby was born and died there in 1858.   Also, James’ wife, Harriet Tucker, had her third child, a son, Cyrus William Blackham, born in Nephi in 1858.   (James was living in Fillmore in 1856 so had not known about the rescue.)
In the spring of 1859, the Blackham family, along with several other families, were called to settle on the banks of the Sanpitch River in present-day Sanpete County.   When Martha first saw the green pastures in the Valley she was reminded of her beloved home in England.

The settlement, first named ‘Sanpitch,’ was renamed Moroni.   On their first day there, they met Chief San pitch, who would be both a friend and an enemy.   Along the river bottom, they built dugouts where they endured the cold winter, little food, and problems with the Indians.   In August 1859, John’s wife, Susannah, delivered a son, John Blackham, Jr., the first child born in the new settlement.   And Sarah Blackham Kemp delivered a son, Charles Kemp, Jr., in Sep 1859.

About this time, Samuel left Moroni on a special trip east to visit with the Lamb family in St. Joseph, Missouri.   He had known this family in England, for they were all members of the Manchester Conference of the Mormon Church.   The Lambs had left England in 1853, three years before the Blackham family had left, and Samuel especially wanted to visit with their daughter Mary Ann Lamb, who was now 18 years old. They courted and were married on 4 March 1860.  

Shortly thereafter, Samuel and Mary Ann moved west to Moroni, Utah.   In the spring of 1862 a disastrous flood made it necessary for the Moroni pioneers to move their settlement from the banks of the Sanpitch river up into the hills, where it would remain.

The Blackham men in Moroni, once cotton mill workers, had to learn the occupation of farming.   The land had been divided into 5-acre lots.   Ditches and canals had to be dug along the low hillsides, and the ground prepared for planting.   Finally, the harvests were hand-picked if they had not been devoured by hordes of grasshoppers.

The Moroni settlers, in the middle of this 1866 Indian War, celebrated the 24th of July.   A large willow bowery was made in front of the meetinghouse.   At sunrise, guns were fired with a beating of a snare drum.   A parade was formed at 10 a.m. of road makers, pioneers, ban, queen and 24 attendants, horsemen, guards, marching men, women and children. In all, the parade was four blocks long.   In the afternoon there were songs and speeches.   At the conclusion of the day, there was another big volley of guns.
Another entertainment the people participated in was the home dramatics, a group of talented citizens who spent the long winter months rehearsing and presenting drama productions to the townspeople.   Church services on Sundays and during the week were attended, as well as school programs, especially spelling bees.

By now Martha, had a good number of grandchildren, and it would have been pleasing to her to attend these church and community functions with family members.   A Garden Club was organized in 1869 so that citizens could exhibit their fruits and vegetables at the Pioneer Celebration on July 24th.
In the spring of 1870, Samuel and his family left the Church because of plural marriage.   They also left Moroni and finally settled in Evanston, Wyoming.   The decision of Samuel to leave the Church brought much sorrow to Martha and the rest of her family in Moroni.

A home was built for Martha through the lot from her daughter Sarah’s house.   She was very particular about her home.   The wood floors were scrubbed every week, the hearth stove in front of the fireplace was polished with sand, the copper bucket was polished until a person could see their reflection in it.   Her meals were regular and on time.  

        Martha also devoted much of her time to her Church duties, and was true to her faith all her life.

        When her daughter had a new brick home built across the street from the City Hall, a room was made for Martha.   So when Martha's eyesight became so weakened that she could not live alone, she moved in with Sarah.

        Martha died on 11 December 1888 after living in Utah for 32 years and was buried in the family plot in Moroni.