Anna was born 16 August 1800 in Canaan, Grafton, New Hampshire, to Timothy Johnson and Anna Pixley. She married Joel Hills Johnson 2 November, 1826 at Pomphret, Chautauqua, New York. Anna's 6th child, Seth Guernsey , is our grandfather. He was born in Cartage Illinois.
Anna was baptized 20, May 1831 and Joel was baptized 1, June. While Joel was making arrangements to build a house, Anna took sick with a nervous fever and the family one by one took sick also. This continued about 5 weeks when Anna woke one morning with a smile on her countenance that the Lord had spoken to her that night and said to her, "Go daughter, sleep in peace and rest." From that time on Anna's mind was at rest. She died 11, September 1840 and was buried in Ramus, later called Macedonia and is now called Webster, Hancock, Illinois.
(This poem was with her story) Plastic little children,
Made of Heaven's clay,
Oh, Father give us vision
To mold them right today.
Potential Gods in miniature,
We must have help from Thee,
For how they are fashioned here today,
Will endure through all eternity.
(Author Unknown)
This is another poem I found in my stories...I do not know who she is.
Among my treasures,
I want there should be,
At least one friend,
Who is true to me.
To keep this friend,
Either old or new,
I must first to myself be true.
If I am true to myself, you see,
Then true to this friend,
I am sure to be.
(Daisy Johnson)
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Amanda Melvina Fisk-Great, Great, Great Grandmother
Amanda Melvina Fisk was born June 12, 1832, to Alfred and Mariah Sager Fisk in Silver Creek, New York. Silver creek lies on the shore of Lake Erie in Webster New York. Soon after Amanda was born the Fisks and Sagers moved to Kirtland, Ohio where the other saints were.
When Amanda was 2 years old she was blessed by the prophet Joseph Smith. (What an honor!) In early 1834 the prophet called for volunteers to go to Missouri to reclaim the land for the saints. Amanda's father cheerfully offered his services. He made the long historical march in Zion's Camp to the banks of the Missouri River, there Cholera broke out and claimed 14 members of the camp. Alfred being one of them. Alfred is the only one who has the distinction of being the only person named in the official church history.
In the summer of 1835, Amanda and her mother Mariah started for the new gathering place of the saints in Missouri. When they arrived on the same spot when Alfred had died, Mariah took sick and died. This left Amanda alone in the world. She was 3 years old and possibly went to live with her grandparents who were traveling in the same company. The exposure and suffering caused the death of Amanda's grandparents and 5 of their children. This was in 1839, only 3 days separated the death of the grandparents Hezekiah and Rhodah Fisk, shortly after arriving in Nauvoo.
On April 8, 1848, Allen Joseph Stout hired Amanda to care for his 3 children, Amanda was 16 years old and did her work so well that Allen asked her to marry him. They were married on April 30, 1848, just a few days after she was hired. Brigham Young married them and sealed them for time and all eternity. Amanda was a beautiful young woman, She had very good health, and was able to travel the road of life, which was very rough.
Every 2 years a child was born to the family, after the first 2 children were born the family started west. Amanda had Rheumatism which made it hard to continue the journey.
In 1853, the family moved to Centerville and later to Mill Creek. From there they moved again, this time, to Pleasant Grove and 5 years later the call came to move to Dixie. Amanda dreaded the heat in Southern Utah as she weighed 250 pounds, but she viewed the call as a mission from the prophet.
During the 2 years the family lived in Glendale they had to deal with the Indians, poverty, and lack of clothing. After they were forced to leave Long Valley in 1866, they went to St. George there experiencing a newer low of poverty and want, and then, the loss of their son.
There were 14 children born to the family. When the last child was born, Amanda had a severe case of Dropsy and couldn't do anything for 12 weeks.
Around 1875, Amanda had a set back of her Rheumatism and dropsy, which kept her in bed for several weeks. In 1877, Amanda attended the General Conference in St. George when they dedicated the temple. Amanda was then able to go to the temple and do a lot of work for the dead. In 1885, she had fallen and broken her leg and it caused her a lot of pain. Then in 1888, she had paralysis in her left side which made her speechless and muscle bound. In September, Amanda suffered a severe stroke which paralyzed every part of her body. She was speechless and unconscious until the end of September (21st) at which time she died, in Rockville Utah.
When Amanda was 2 years old she was blessed by the prophet Joseph Smith. (What an honor!) In early 1834 the prophet called for volunteers to go to Missouri to reclaim the land for the saints. Amanda's father cheerfully offered his services. He made the long historical march in Zion's Camp to the banks of the Missouri River, there Cholera broke out and claimed 14 members of the camp. Alfred being one of them. Alfred is the only one who has the distinction of being the only person named in the official church history.
In the summer of 1835, Amanda and her mother Mariah started for the new gathering place of the saints in Missouri. When they arrived on the same spot when Alfred had died, Mariah took sick and died. This left Amanda alone in the world. She was 3 years old and possibly went to live with her grandparents who were traveling in the same company. The exposure and suffering caused the death of Amanda's grandparents and 5 of their children. This was in 1839, only 3 days separated the death of the grandparents Hezekiah and Rhodah Fisk, shortly after arriving in Nauvoo.
On April 8, 1848, Allen Joseph Stout hired Amanda to care for his 3 children, Amanda was 16 years old and did her work so well that Allen asked her to marry him. They were married on April 30, 1848, just a few days after she was hired. Brigham Young married them and sealed them for time and all eternity. Amanda was a beautiful young woman, She had very good health, and was able to travel the road of life, which was very rough.
Every 2 years a child was born to the family, after the first 2 children were born the family started west. Amanda had Rheumatism which made it hard to continue the journey.
In 1853, the family moved to Centerville and later to Mill Creek. From there they moved again, this time, to Pleasant Grove and 5 years later the call came to move to Dixie. Amanda dreaded the heat in Southern Utah as she weighed 250 pounds, but she viewed the call as a mission from the prophet.
During the 2 years the family lived in Glendale they had to deal with the Indians, poverty, and lack of clothing. After they were forced to leave Long Valley in 1866, they went to St. George there experiencing a newer low of poverty and want, and then, the loss of their son.
There were 14 children born to the family. When the last child was born, Amanda had a severe case of Dropsy and couldn't do anything for 12 weeks.
Around 1875, Amanda had a set back of her Rheumatism and dropsy, which kept her in bed for several weeks. In 1877, Amanda attended the General Conference in St. George when they dedicated the temple. Amanda was then able to go to the temple and do a lot of work for the dead. In 1885, she had fallen and broken her leg and it caused her a lot of pain. Then in 1888, she had paralysis in her left side which made her speechless and muscle bound. In September, Amanda suffered a severe stroke which paralyzed every part of her body. She was speechless and unconscious until the end of September (21st) at which time she died, in Rockville Utah.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Allen Joseph Stout-Article from Deseret News-Pioneer Moments
Life along the Mormon Trail was not easy for many travelers to the Great Salt Lake Valley. In June 1851, John D.T. McAllister, clerk of Captain Alfred Cordon's company of Fifty in Orson Pratt's Emigrating Company, left Council Bluffs, Iowa.
In Brother McAllister's trail journal he mentions how it was necessary to stop progress one afternoon in order to let the cattle rest because "it was said by some that they never experienced a hotter day in August." The group found a camp with plenty of water but no wood, which was the case many times. Several of the group needed a fire because they had no bread baked. The children needed food more quickly than bread could be baked, so the ladies boiled a pot of mush for them with :greens." That meant weeds-boiled weeds, baked weeds or weeds "put under the pot."
Youth grew up before their time as they traveled from places like Chimney Rock to Scott's Bluffs and Devil's Gate along the North Platte River-many times accomplishing jobs that were usually assigned to adults.
On Aug. 7, 1851, after capturing and dressing a buffalo before leaving camp, a fire was discovered in two wagons where wood was stored. Several of the brethren ran to the wagons and extinguished the flames. Many burned their hands. Allen Stout was one of the brethren. His eldest son was called to drive the wagon for the family while his father's hands healed. Along the trail, the boy did not see a bad place in the road in time enough to avoid it, so the wagon pitched into the hole and the young man was thrown out. He fell under the wagon and "the fore wheel passed over his head and the hind wheel over his arm and side." He was very bruised. Captain Cordon rode up immediately, the boy was bathed and the brethren joined in administering to him. The journal continues, "His pain was removed so much that he went to sleep and in three hours was eating."
The company continued for 22 miles that day along the trail.
Youth grew in stature and strength along the trail despite many physical hardships. The pioneers continued undaunted along the journey and reached the Salt Lake Valley on Oct. 1, 1851. John D. McAllister has immortalized the pioneer treks in a favorite melody, "The Handcart Song."
In Brother McAllister's trail journal he mentions how it was necessary to stop progress one afternoon in order to let the cattle rest because "it was said by some that they never experienced a hotter day in August." The group found a camp with plenty of water but no wood, which was the case many times. Several of the group needed a fire because they had no bread baked. The children needed food more quickly than bread could be baked, so the ladies boiled a pot of mush for them with :greens." That meant weeds-boiled weeds, baked weeds or weeds "put under the pot."
Youth grew up before their time as they traveled from places like Chimney Rock to Scott's Bluffs and Devil's Gate along the North Platte River-many times accomplishing jobs that were usually assigned to adults.
On Aug. 7, 1851, after capturing and dressing a buffalo before leaving camp, a fire was discovered in two wagons where wood was stored. Several of the brethren ran to the wagons and extinguished the flames. Many burned their hands. Allen Stout was one of the brethren. His eldest son was called to drive the wagon for the family while his father's hands healed. Along the trail, the boy did not see a bad place in the road in time enough to avoid it, so the wagon pitched into the hole and the young man was thrown out. He fell under the wagon and "the fore wheel passed over his head and the hind wheel over his arm and side." He was very bruised. Captain Cordon rode up immediately, the boy was bathed and the brethren joined in administering to him. The journal continues, "His pain was removed so much that he went to sleep and in three hours was eating."
The company continued for 22 miles that day along the trail.
Youth grew in stature and strength along the trail despite many physical hardships. The pioneers continued undaunted along the journey and reached the Salt Lake Valley on Oct. 1, 1851. John D. McAllister has immortalized the pioneer treks in a favorite melody, "The Handcart Song."
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Squire Hepworth-My Great, Great, Grandfather...My Dad's side
Squire Hepworth was born 4 May 1843 to Joseph Hepworth and Mary Hirst. His son Thornton is our line and Thornton's daughter Malinda is my grandmother.
When Squire was about 4 years old the missionaries came to their home and preached the gospel. Squire's parents joined the church in August and December of 1847. Squire was baptized at age 8-1851.
At the age of nine, Squire went to work in the coal mines, working until he was 20 years old. He then married Emily Dyson on6 August 1863.
Squire and Emily sailed from England one year after they were married, on the ship; General McClellan. While crossing the plains in 1864, their first child (Thornton) was born in a small town called Wyoming, Otoe, Nebraska. When Thornton was 5 days old, they started west with the William S. Warren wagon train, which was part of the Samuel D. White Company. They arrived in Salt Lake City 4 October 1864.
On 10 April, 1866 Emily was baptized and the following march they went to the Endowment House to be sealed for time and all eternity. By this time they had 2 children. They moved to Idaho where 4 more children were born.
On 10 July 1871, Squire married his second wife, Margaret. They were sealed on the same day. 2 children were later born to them.
Squire moved Emily and the children to Stockton, Tooele, Utah where their 7th and 8th children were born. Squire then decided to move both his families to Springdale Utah. This was in 1877. He worked as a blacksmith making shoes and carpentry. He built houses in Kane County as well as some in Nevada. He was very active in the Church, he was the Presiding Elder in the Branch when Springdale was made into a Ward, in 1887.
Squire played the violin, he loved music, he also had a very nice voice.
Squire was the father of 26 children. 10 born before he moved to Dixie and 15 born in Springdale and one born in Shonesburg.
In November 1887, Emily died and was buried in Springdale. (Her grave is up on top of a hill just before you get to the Springdale cemetery).
In 1899, Squire decided to move his family to Idaho and settled on a small farm on the North side of Cassia Creek. He continued to build houses and repair shoes as well as taking care of his farm.
Elba Newspaper; Squire Hepworth, age 78, died at his home Thursday, August 6, 1920.
Mr. Hepworth has suffered for some time. Funeral Services was held
Saturday, August 28, at his son Georg's home at 3:00 o'clock
When Squire was about 4 years old the missionaries came to their home and preached the gospel. Squire's parents joined the church in August and December of 1847. Squire was baptized at age 8-1851.
At the age of nine, Squire went to work in the coal mines, working until he was 20 years old. He then married Emily Dyson on6 August 1863.
Squire and Emily sailed from England one year after they were married, on the ship; General McClellan. While crossing the plains in 1864, their first child (Thornton) was born in a small town called Wyoming, Otoe, Nebraska. When Thornton was 5 days old, they started west with the William S. Warren wagon train, which was part of the Samuel D. White Company. They arrived in Salt Lake City 4 October 1864.
On 10 April, 1866 Emily was baptized and the following march they went to the Endowment House to be sealed for time and all eternity. By this time they had 2 children. They moved to Idaho where 4 more children were born.
On 10 July 1871, Squire married his second wife, Margaret. They were sealed on the same day. 2 children were later born to them.
Squire moved Emily and the children to Stockton, Tooele, Utah where their 7th and 8th children were born. Squire then decided to move both his families to Springdale Utah. This was in 1877. He worked as a blacksmith making shoes and carpentry. He built houses in Kane County as well as some in Nevada. He was very active in the Church, he was the Presiding Elder in the Branch when Springdale was made into a Ward, in 1887.
Squire played the violin, he loved music, he also had a very nice voice.
Squire was the father of 26 children. 10 born before he moved to Dixie and 15 born in Springdale and one born in Shonesburg.
In November 1887, Emily died and was buried in Springdale. (Her grave is up on top of a hill just before you get to the Springdale cemetery).
In 1899, Squire decided to move his family to Idaho and settled on a small farm on the North side of Cassia Creek. He continued to build houses and repair shoes as well as taking care of his farm.
Elba Newspaper; Squire Hepworth, age 78, died at his home Thursday, August 6, 1920.
Mr. Hepworth has suffered for some time. Funeral Services was held
Saturday, August 28, at his son Georg's home at 3:00 o'clock
Saturday, June 2, 2012
About Grammy-Just a few memories
When only a few months old, while living in Georgetown, I was sitting in a big box when a large rattlesnake climbed in the box with me. My mother grabbed a shot gun and killed it.
When I was a small child I contracted pneumonia and almost died. I can remember sleeping in my mothers bed.
When I was in the 4th grade my appendix ruptured. I was walking bent over at the waist. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks with tubes in my stomach and in my nose draining the poisons out.
When I was about 8-9, my cousin and I were playing and I bent over as she came up with a can in her hand and it hit me in the forehead and made a big gash. I still have the scar.
When I was about 12, my cousin and I climbed the mountain behind our property with swim suits on and we both got sun burned really bad. We put lots of pretty rocks in our swim suits to bring home. We came down the mountain south of where we climbed up. I don't know how we kept from getting lost.
One time I stepped on a board that gave way on me and I went through it and cut a long gash on my leg with a rusty nail.
One time I burned all the surface veins in my legs from exposure to the sun.
One time after coming home from camping, I stepped out of the van and my ankle gave out. I had a blessing and it told me that it was broken. On the way to the hospital I kept praying that it wouldn't be broken. When they ex-rayed it, there were no broken bones. It had healed that quickly.
When I was a small child I contracted pneumonia and almost died. I can remember sleeping in my mothers bed.
When I was in the 4th grade my appendix ruptured. I was walking bent over at the waist. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks with tubes in my stomach and in my nose draining the poisons out.
When I was about 8-9, my cousin and I were playing and I bent over as she came up with a can in her hand and it hit me in the forehead and made a big gash. I still have the scar.
When I was about 12, my cousin and I climbed the mountain behind our property with swim suits on and we both got sun burned really bad. We put lots of pretty rocks in our swim suits to bring home. We came down the mountain south of where we climbed up. I don't know how we kept from getting lost.
One time I stepped on a board that gave way on me and I went through it and cut a long gash on my leg with a rusty nail.
One time I burned all the surface veins in my legs from exposure to the sun.
One time after coming home from camping, I stepped out of the van and my ankle gave out. I had a blessing and it told me that it was broken. On the way to the hospital I kept praying that it wouldn't be broken. When they ex-rayed it, there were no broken bones. It had healed that quickly.
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