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  • Wilhelm Wilker

    Wilhelm Wilker

    Wilhelm Wilker was born on January 12, 1847 in Solothurn, Solothurn, Switzerland to Johann Wendel Wilker and Anna Katharina.

    As a young man, Wilhelm, left Solothurn and settled in or around Zürich. He was a painter and an artist. Perhaps he was looking for better employment, perhaps his sensitive nature for beauty and cultural arts could find better satisfaction in a larger city. In Zürich he met a young woman, Maria Küenzlin, who was born in Oberbaldingen near Danaueschingen, Baden, Germany, on October 17, 1842.

    Family tradition holds that Maria Küenzlin was employed in the household of a well-to-do member of the nobility, Frau von Meyerburg. Maria enjoyed her association with this lady and hated to terminate it. But the prospect of marriage was much more important.

    When Maria left her employment, Frau von Meyerburg presented her with a book, entitled: Martin Luther’s Christian Doctrines for Each Day of the Year. Her autograph is on the inside page in German script: “In remembrance of Frau von Meyenburg, 15 February 1872.” A month later, Maria married Wilhelm Wilker on March 20, 1872. The young couple took good care of the book. They thought so much of it that they recorded their marriage date in it. They also recorded the births of all their children, and the date when Wilhelm joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

    The first two children were born in Wädenswil on the left bank of Lake Zürich. The next four children were born in Schaffhausen, the capital of the Swiss state by the same name.

    The family record listed the following:

    NameRoleNotes
    Wilhelm WilkerFatherborn on January 12, 1847, in Solothurn, Switzerland
    Maria KüenzlinMotherborn on October 17, 1842, in Oberbaldingen bei Donaueschingen, Baden, Germany
    Maria EmilieChildborn on June 20, 1873, in Wädenswil, Switzerland
    Heinrich WilhelmChildborn on March 20, 1875, in Wädenswil, Switzerland
    Albertina HedwigChildborn on August 29, 1876, in Schaffhausen, Switzerland
    Ernst HermanChildborn on 24 March 24, 1878, in Schaffhausen, Switzerland
    Friedrich KarlChildborn on October 24, 1879, in Schaffhausen, Switzerland
    Emma Julia Childborn on 3 January 3, 1883, in Schaffhausen, Switzerland

    While living in Schaffhausen, Wilhelm and his wife, Maria, joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Wilhelm was baptized in the cold waters of the River Rhine on January 23, 1882, and confirmed the same day. His wife, Maria, and the oldest daughter, Maria Emilie, not yet nine years old, followed about three weeks later on February 16, 1882.

    The Wilkers were enthusiastic members of the Church, filled with a great desire to help build up the Kingdom, and to cast their lot with the main body of the Saints in Utah in the United States.

    They must have been aware of the announcement in the March issue of “Der Stern” that the first date for emigration for this year had been set for May 17, 1882, in Liverpool, England; and that all Saints from Switzerland who wanted to join were requested to meet in Basel on the May 10, 1882. There was a goodly response to this announcement, more so than usual. Friends and relatives in Utah had generously supported an appeal to help the poor people emigrate to Utah.

    The Fischer family in Schaffhausen was one of the families that decided to emigrate. The family consisted of father, mother, two young daughters, and one son. The Wilker family was well acquainted with and on good terms with the Fischer family. Wilhelm would also have liked to emigrate with his family, but financial and other circumstances did not permit such an undertaking at this time.

    Still, Wilhelm was not satisfied. After much praying and contemplation, it was decided to, at least, make a start, and send Maria Emilie, their oldest daughter, with the Fischer family. Maria Emilie lacked four months of being nine years old. She was rather young to be going into a strange country alone, but she would be taken care of by a good family, and within a year they would be united again, and all would be well. Such was the faith of the Wilker family.

    On May 10, 1882, the Swiss emigrants met in Basel, and the next morning started on their journey to Liverpool, England. At 8 PM they reached Mannheim, where an overnight stop was made and where they met the emigrants from Southern Germany. The emigration party now consisted of 77 Saints from Switzerland and 55 from southern Germany. Early the next morning, they boarded the steamer Willem, which had been chartered to take them down the River Rhine to Rotterdam, the Netherlands. The weather was clear, but cool; and the saints entertained themselves with singing and admiring the lovely landscape. After crossing the North Sea, it was but a few hours’ ride until they reached Liverpool, their embarking station. They arrived in Liverpool on May 15, 1882.

    Upon arriving in Liverpool, they had the sad task of burying Sister Lehmen’s youngest daughter, who had caught a fever just a few days before they emigrated.

    The SS Nevada was ready to receive its passengers. The company boarded the steamship on May 16, 1882, and the following day sailed into the Atlantic Ocean. The company consisted of 239 Saints from England, Scotland, and Wales; 138 from Switzerland and Germany; and 15 missionaries who were returning home, for a total of 392 members.

    After leaving Liverpool, the returning elders completed an organization, with W.R. Webb as president and A.H. Cannon as clerk. Four wards were organized, and the English- and German-speaking Saints were placed in different compartments. The weather was generally fair, with very little seasickness. Children played together as though they had known each other all their lives.

    Sweet, little, and delicate Maria Emilie got homesick, and began to cry. Then she spotted a young boy, a few years older than herself, who had a handkerchief tied around his head, and whose face was swollen. She felt sorry for him, and forgetting her own misery, went and put her arm around his neck, and tried to comfort him.

    The boy was between twelve and thirteen years old; he was from Zürich. His name was Julius Billeter. Like Maria Emilie, he was alone and the first member of his family to emigrate to Utah. One of the returning missionaries, Ulrich Stauffer, had promised his parents to look after him and provide a home for him on his farm in Willard City, Utah.

    The companionship of Maria Emilie and Julius turned out to be something more than casual acquaintanceship. In the meantime, life went on as usual. All the passengers were well enough to attend morning and evening prayers, and the meetings that were held on board.

    One passenger, Ellsbeth Sturzenegger, came from Toggenburg, Switzerland. She was the mother of two daughters, one of whom was a six-month-old baby. Life at sea was too hard for the tiny babe; she passed away and was consigned to the sea a day before the boat landed in America.

    The Nevada arrived in New York City, New York, on May 27, and by evening of the same day, the Company was able to continue their journey to Zion across the country in a comfortable train. The train arrived in Ogden, Utah, on June 4, 1882, at 1:00 AM. By noon, it proceeded to Salt Lake City.

    The Fischer family, with Maria Emilie, very likely disembarked at Montpelier, Idaho, in the Bear Lake country. From there it was a rough wagon ride of about twelve miles to Paris, Idaho, their destination.

    Young Julius and his guardian, Ulrich Stauffer, left the train at Ogden, and proceeded north to Brother Stauffer’s farm, about fifteen miles beyond Ogden.

    Only those that know the paths of love will ever understand how Maria Emilie and Julius contrived to meet again and nourish the bonds of friendship and love that had been kindled on board of the ship Nevada.

    The year 1882 had been an eventful year for the Wilker family, but the start of 1883 surpassed it in excitement and important changes. The New Year had barely started, with the arrival of a new family member. Emma Julia was born January 3, 1883. An announcement of it was published in Der Stern on January 15, 1883.

    Wilhelm attended Sunday School from time to time, where he assisted the Sunday School Teacher in the presentation of his lessons. Attendance varied from an average of fourteen to nineteen children, and the subjects discussed were taken from the Song Book, the Catechism, and the New Testament.

    Wilhelm bore a strong testimony. He submitted a written version of it to Der Stern, where it was published along with several other testimonies.

    Wilhelm’s testimony reads as follows:

    “On the 23rd of January, I became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Like the majority of people, my outlook on life was indifferent; unconcerned about spiritual matters. I flitted through life aimlessly. But now that I have been awakened from my spiritual slumber, I am happy in the knowledge that salvation comes from keeping the Commandments of God. Just like 1800 years ago, the servants of God teach to one and all Faith and Repentance, Baptism by immersion, and the Laying on of hands for the Gift of the Holy Ghost. Freely have they received, freely are they giving. The Gospel, as preached by them, was given to the Prophet Joseph Smith by an Angel; he, Joseph Smith, was called and ordained by revelation to lay the foundations for the establishment of the Kingdom of God. While churches and other religious groups continue to split up, and are rapidly wasting away, the Church of Christ increases in might and power, because its members accept the commandments and teachings as contained in the Holy Scriptures. Let us all be faithful in keeping the commandments, walking uprightly before God, so that unitedly we may be able to support this sublime and lofty work; overcoming all trials and temptations, because this is the work of the Lord and our only salvation.”

    But the event of overriding importance was the prospect of emigration. This was an event that Wilhelm had been looking forward to ever since he was baptized. But such an undertaking, especially with a large family, required a lot of preparation, both financially and otherwise. But since the previous year, there had been another incentive to emigrate. They missed Maria Emilie very much. They wondered how she was getting along, and whether she was receiving proper care. They longed to see her and have her reunited with their family.

    Emigrants received ample instructions. Der Stern, dated May 1, 1883, contained a two-page supplement with instructions from Mr. Louis Kaiser, Emigration Agent in Basel. It contained both specific instructions for the company leaving May 10, 1883, and general instructions applicable to all companies. The general instructions were basically as follows:

    “Trunks must be sent to Basel (for Swiss emigrants) at least ten days before the departure of the Emigrants. It is suggested that they contain, in addition to clothing, bedding, etc., also a few bars of soap; an iron; some kitchen utensils. Weight should not exceed 50 lbs., unless one is prepared to pay extra for overweight.

    All persons must have certificates of citizenship, or acceptable substitutes; those subject to Military Duty must have been cleared as evidenced in their Military Service booklets.

    All passengers must be vaccinated, unless they have been vaccinated within the last seven years, otherwise they will not be permitted to land in New York. Vaccinations can be obtained on board of ship, free of charge. They can carry song and other books in their hand luggage for easy accessibility and use on the trip. They should wear older, sensible, warm and clean clothes; it may be cool on the ocean. Children’s hair should be cut short to avoid annoyance. Hand baggage should include enough underwear for three changes, some handkerchiefs, soap, hand mirror, comb, knife, fork and spoon. Only one hand baggage per person, plus wool blankets. Important: Prevent overloading of hand baggage; it causes inconvenience and difficulty for everybody, and sometimes loss of luggage. For the ocean part of the trip, take along some vinegar, green cheese, dried fruit, perhaps some smoked meat, and for the children, condensed milk, toasted bread, etc. Never stray from the group, or trust strangers. Disregard of this advice may result in unpleasant consequences: Last fall, a young man had his watch and chain stolen; a thief ripped a piece of paper out of a woman’s hand, mistaking it for money; four people missed the train. When changing trains, arriving at hotels, etc., each one is responsible for his own hand luggage. It is important to follow the guide’s instructions at all times. There is no duty to pay on patience, forbearance, obedience, cleanliness, good will; whereas impatience, selfishness, stubbornness, uncleanliness, etc., cause much ill-will. All honest debts should have been paid; if there are some that haven’t done so, it is desired for Conference and Branch Presidents to so notify us; we do not want to do any business with them.

    From Liverpool on, Adults are entitled to 120 pounds of free baggage; and children, five to twelve years old, sixty pounds. This should be sufficient to eliminate problems with overweight.”

    During the year 1883, the Church arranged four Emigration parties, all leaving from Liverpool, on the veteran, dependable steamship, Nevada. The first one was scheduled for departure on April 11, 1883, the next two for May 16 and July 20 respectively, and the last one was set for  August 29.

    NameRoleNotes
    WilhelmFatherage 37 years
    MariaMotherage 41 years
    Heinrich WilhelmSonage 8 years
    Albertina HedwigDaughterage 7 years
    Ernst HermanSonage 5 years
    Friedrich KarlSonage 4 years
    Emma Julia Daughterage 8 months

    The Swiss members of the last company met in Basel, Switzerland on September 23, 1883, where they were welcomed by Mission President Cannon and several elders. Early the next morning the party left by train for Antwerp, Belgium. The Saints were wide awake, full of anticipation and yet regretful about leaving their homeland. The fruitful plains, green with mowing hay, and yellow with ripening grain, stretching endlessly toward the horizon, and mountains disappearing into invisibility made them realize more than ever that they were embarking on a new and different life.

    In Strassburg, France, the train stopped long enough for lunch in a nearby hotel, and at 6:00 PM it stopped at Luxemburg, for overnight accommodations. Due to a misunderstanding, arrangements had been made for only forty people, whereas accommodation was needed for twice that many. It took the Emigration Agent considerable time to make additional arrangements, but finally all the passengers were somehow taken care of. The next morning, September 25, after a hearty breakfast, and a snack tucked away, the travelers continued their journey, arriving at the seaport of Antwerp at 5:00 PM, weary and tired. After a good supper and some rest, the party felt refreshed and by 10:00 PM they were on board the Fairy crossing the North Sea. Bathed in full moonlight, the boat resounded with songs of Zion and Swiss yodeling until late at night. September 26 dawned without a trace of wind or waves, with sunshine that was pleasant, but not oppressive, which made for a most unusual departure from the stormy and violent mood for which the North Sea is famous. By midnight the Fairy arrived in Hull, England. The morning of September 27, the party landed, had breakfast, and after a short ride on a special train, arrived in Liverpool, their embarking destination.

    By 4:00 PM on the same day, the company was on board the Nevada. Later on they were joined by the Scandinavian Saints, and from time to time by smaller groups of English emigrants. The evening passed away with singing, music and dancing; and the same was true of the following evening. By now almost all the passengers were on board. The next day was Wednesday, September 29, and a few more passengers arrived, and by evening the Nevada was floating down the Mersey River out into the ocean.

    There were 682 Saints on board; 263 from England, 282 from the Scandinavian countries, 106 from Switzerland and Germany, as well as two returning ladies and 29 returning missionaries. Elder P. F. Gass, one of the returning missionaries, was appointed President, with Elder Hyrum Evens in charge of the British, Elder Ledermann in charge of the Swiss and German, and Elder Hansom in charge of the Danish Saints.

    As soon as the Nevada hit the ocean, the music end merriment gradually changed to groans, misery, and lamentations. The winds increased, the waves grew ever larger, the boat tossed and shook violently, and by Friday the boat was engulfed in a violent and severe storm. People were bounced around like straw. The rudder broke, and for six hours the boat heaved and rolled at the complete mercy of the ocean, with the result that it was blown fifty miles off course. The captain worked all night like a regular sailor, and by morning the rudder was repaired and the ship under contro1 again. During the height of the storm, almost all passengers were seasick; only four showed up for meals.

    An older sister decided to get out of bed. Before she knew it, she was picked up by the storm and violently thrown from place to place, sustaining severe injuries.

    About halfway on the trip, a baby boy was born. The baby boy and his Swedish mother were healthy.

    Toward the end of the trip all passengers recovered. Smiles returned to their faces, the Swiss and Germans started singing again like sparrows. Two concerts were given and enjoyed by passengers and crew alike.

    On Sunday morning, September 9, land was spotted and by 3:00 PM the Nevada was able to dock, having made the trip in twelve days, despite the stormy weather.

    From New York City, the emigrants were able to travel west by train all the way to Utah. Destinations included Salt Lake City, Ogden, Logan, Utah, and Montpelier, Idaho. Montpelier was the nearest railroad station for Paris, Idaho. It was the stopping off place, not only for the Wilker family, but also for the Hauser family, and Anna and Marie Schmidt.

    Paris was still more or less a pioneer settlement. The first wagon train of pioneers, consisting of more than thirty families, arrived on September 26, 1863. More pioneers followed. The first winter some of the pioneers lived in huts built from quaking aspens; some managed to build log cabins. The next spring, 700 more people arrived in the valley. The second winter was most severe, but the pioneers persevered and remained. They thought they were in Utah, until a boundary survey in 1872 determined that this land belonged to the state of Idaho. When Bear Lake County was established in 1875, Paris became the county seat.

    The early settlers included several Swiss families. The first mayor of Paris was Swiss. His name was John Ulrich Stucki, and he was a native of the state of Thurgau. He was a staunch believer in the future of Paris and Bear Lake County. In a brief note, in the May 1st issue of Der Stern, he stated that Bear Lake had many advantages for new settlers, and encouraged them to settle there or in Cache Valley. Land was cheaper and conditions more suitable for raising families, especially larger ones, than in Salt Lake City, Utah.

    The Fischer family that had left Schaffhausen almost a year ago, seemed to be happy and doing well in Paris.

    On the July 24, 1883, (although not published in Der Stern until the first of November) Sister Fischer reported that she felt fortunate to be in Zion, redeemed from Babylon. They had their own home, and some land. They had everything they needed, more than they ever had in Babylon. There they had lived in constant fear of what they could cook and eat, because their income was insufficient. Here, they had enough. The letter closed with a testimony and a prayer to remain faithful.

    The Wilker family could hardly wait until they covered the fifteen miles from Montpelier to Paris. They were anxious to see their daughter, Maria Emilie, again, and to find out more about their future home. They were shocked when they saw Maria Emilie. Before she left Switzerland, she had been provided with a bundle of fine clothes. But they were gone; the clothes Maria Emile wore were poor and shabby. The parents suspected that life had not been easy for her, and they were appalled at her condition.

    The family settled down, presumably in a one- or two-room log house. They barely had time to adjust themselves to their new conditions when an epidemic of scarlet fever swept through the town. The whole family fell victim, except Wilhelm. In time, they recovered, all but the baby, Emma Julia. She died within the first month of their arrival in Paris.

    Frontier life was entirely different from what Wilhelm had enjoyed in Switzerland. There, he had been an artist, unrestrained in the exercise of his sensitive nature and love of beauty. Here, he was a farmer and settler, and life was raw and hard.

    Wilhelm had an opportunity to work on the finishing of the Logan temple. He assisted in painting the murals on the temple walls. Wilhelm’s granddaughter, Maya (Wilker) Muir, noted, “In my Book of Remembrance is a picture of a group of workmen on the Logan Temple and Grandfather Wilker is in the picture along with some of my other progenitors. My father explained that his father was a sick man with consumption when he came to this country; the altitude was too high, and he died from that disease and also dronsey (dropsy? edema). Painters were also subject to lead poisoning, and perhaps that was a contributing factor.” (Beverly Wilker, descendant of Wilhelm, reported that when the Logan temple was remodeled in the 1990s, the murals were removed.)

    The Logan Temple site was dedicated on May 17, 1877, by Elder Orson Pratt. The temple was completed seven years later and was dedicated on May 17, 1884, by President John Taylor.

    William’s health became poor, and it continued to get worse. Perhaps it was tuberculosis. Two months after the Logan Temple was dedicated, and less than a year after his arrival in Paris, Wilhelm succumbed to the frailties and difficulties of life. He passed away in July 1884, still a young man of 37 years. He was buried in Lot 5, Block 56 of the Paris City Cemetery. Years later, a flood rushing down the mountainside destroyed this part of the cemetery, and fire consumed the city cemetery records.

  • Maria Küenzlin

    Maria Küenzlin

    Maria Küenzlin was born in Oberbaldingen near Danaueschingen, Baden, Germany, on October 17, 1842. She was the daughter of Mathias Kienzli and Katharina Lohrer. Other spellings for her surname include Kuenzlin, Kienzly, Kienzle, Kunzli.

    Family tradition holds that Maria Küenzlin was employed in the household of a well-to-do member of the nobility, Frau von Meyerburg. Maria met Wilhelm Wilker in Zürich, Switzerland. Wilhelm had moved from Solothurn to Zürich to work as a maler (painter and artist). They were married on March 20, 1872. Maria had enjoyed her association with Frau von Meyerburg and hated to terminate her employment, but the prospect of marriage was much more important.

    When Maria left her employment, Frau von Meyerburg presented her with a book, entitled: Martin Luther’s Christian Doctrines for Each Day of the Year. Her autograph is on the inside page in German script: “In remembrance of Frau von Meyenburg, 15 February 1872.” The young couple took good care of the book. They thought so much of it that they recorded their marriage date in it. They also recorded the births of all their children, and the date when Wilhelm joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

    Below are photographs of Maria as a young woman and as an older woman in a similar pose.

    The first two children were born in Wädenswil on the left bank of Lake Zürich. The next four children were born in Schaffhausen, the capital of the Swiss state by the same name.

    The family record listed the following:

    NameRoleNotes
    Wilhelm WilkerFatherborn on January 12, 1847, in Solothurn, Switzerland
    Maria KüenzlinMotherborn on October 17, 1842, in Oberbaldingen bei Donaueschingen, Baden, Germany
    Maria EmilieChildborn on June 20, 1873, in Wädenswil, Switzerland
    Heinrich WilhelmChildborn on March 20, 1875, in Wädenswil, Switzerland
    Albertina HedwigChildborn on August 29, 1876, in Schaffhausen, Switzerland
    Ernst HermanChildborn on 24 March 24, 1878, in Schaffhausen, Switzerland
    Friedrich KarlChildborn on October 24, 1879, in Schaffhausen, Switzerland
    Emma Julia Childborn on 3 January 3, 1883, in Schaffhausen, Switzerland

    While living in Schaffhausen, Wilhelm and Maria joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Wilhelm was baptized in the cold waters of the River Rhine on January 23, 1882, by Ulrich Fischer and confirmed the same day by Elder Hasler. Maria and their oldest daughter, Maria Emilie, not yet nine years old, followed about three weeks later on February 16, 1882. Maria was baptized February 16, 1882, by Ulrich Staufer and was confirmed the same day also by him. She was rebaptized on November 8, 1883, and reconfirmed on November 15, 1883, both by J.U. Stucki. This was after they came to America. Perhaps Maria did not have an adequate record of her baptism, whereas William had his certification of ordination to the priesthood as an elder, as he was ordained an Elder in the Schaffhausen Branch of the Swiss-Italian-German Mission on November 16, 1882, by Elder J. G. Hafen.

    The Wilkers were enthusiastic members of the Church, filled with a great desire to help build up the Kingdom, and to cast their lot with the main body of the Saints in Utah in the United States.

    They must have been aware of the announcement in the March issue of Der Stern that the first date for emigration for this year had been set for May 17, 1882, in Liverpool, England; and that all Saints from Switzerland who wanted to join were requested to meet in Basel on May 10, 1882. There was a goodly response to this announcement, more so than usual. Friends and relatives in Utah had generously supported an appeal to help the poor people emigrate to Utah.

    The Fischer family in Schaffhausen was one of the families that decided to emigrate. The family consisted of father, mother, two young daughters, and one son. The Wilker family was well acquainted with and on good terms with the Fischer family. Wilhelm and Maria also would have liked to emigrate with his family, but financial and other circumstances did not permit such an undertaking at this time.

    Still, the Wilkers were not satisfied. After much praying and contemplation, it was decided to, at least, make a start, and send Maria Emilie, their oldest daughter, with the Fischer family. Maria Emilie lacked four months of being nine years old. She was rather young to be going into a strange country alone, but she would be taken care of by a good family, and within a year they would be united again, and all would be well. Such was the faith of the Wilker family.

    On May 10, 1882, the Swiss emigrants met in Basel, and the next morning started on their journey to Liverpool, England. At 8 PM, they reached Mannheim, where an overnight stop was made and where they met the emigrants from Southern Germany. The emigration party now consisted of 77 Saints from Switzerland and 55 from southern Germany. Early the next morning, they boarded the steamer Willem, which had been chartered to take them down the River Rhine to Rotterdam, the Netherlands. The weather was clear, but cool; and the saints entertained themselves with singing and admiring the lovely landscape. After crossing the North Sea, it was but a few hours’ ride until they reached Liverpool, their embarking station. They arrived in Liverpool on May 15, 1882.

    Upon arriving in Liverpool, they had the sad task of burying Sister Lehmen’s youngest daughter, who had caught a fever just a few days before they emigrated.

    The SS Nevada was ready to receive its passengers. The company boarded the steamship on May 16, 1882, and the following day sailed into the Atlantic Ocean. The company consisted of 239 Saints from England, Scotland, and Wales; 138 from Switzerland and Germany; and 15 missionaries who were returning home, for a total of 392 members.

    After leaving Liverpool, the returning elders completed an organization, with W.R. Webb as president and A.H. Cannon as clerk. Four wards were organized, and the English- and German-speaking Saints were placed in different compartments. The weather was generally fair, with very little seasickness. Children played together as though they had known each other all their lives.

    Sweet, little, and delicate Maria Emilie got homesick, and began to cry. Then she spotted a young boy, a few years older than herself, who had a handkerchief tied around his head, and whose face was swollen. She felt sorry for him, and forgetting her own misery, went and put her arm around his neck, and tried to comfort him.

    The boy was between twelve and thirteen years old; he was from Zürich. His name was Julius Billeter. Like Maria Emilie, he was alone and the first member of his family to emigrate to Utah. One of the returning missionaries, Ulrich Stauffer, had promised his parents to look after him and provide a home for him on his farm in Willard City, Utah.

    The companionship of Maria Emilie and Julius turned out to be something more than casual acquaintanceship. In the meantime, life went on as usual. All the passengers were well enough to attend morning and evening prayers, and the meetings that were held on board.

    One passenger, Ellsbeth Sturzenegger, came from Toggenburg, Switzerland. She was the mother of two daughters, one of whom was a six-month-old baby. Life at sea was too hard for the tiny babe; she passed away and was consigned to the sea a day before the boat landed in America.

    The Nevada arrived in New York City, New York, on May 27, and by evening of the same day, the Company was able to continue their journey to Zion across the country in a comfortable train. The train arrived in Ogden, Utah, on June 4, 1882, at 1:00 AM. By noon, it proceeded to Salt Lake City.

    The Fischer family, with Maria Emilie, very likely disembarked at Montpelier, Idaho, in the Bear Lake country. From there it was a rough wagon ride of about twelve miles to Paris, Idaho, their destination.

    Young Julius and his guardian, Ulrich Stauffer, left the train at Ogden, and proceeded north to Brother Stauffer’s farm, about fifteen miles beyond Ogden.

    Only those that know the paths of love will ever understand how Maria Emilie and Julius contrived to meet again and nourish the bonds of friendship and love that had been kindled on board the ship Nevada.

    The year 1882 had been an eventful year for the Wilker family, but the start of 1883 surpassed it in excitement and important changes. The New Year started with the arrival of a new family member. Emma Julia was born January 3, 1883. An announcement of it was published in Der Stern on January 15, 1883.

    Wilhelm attended Sunday School from time to time, where he assisted the Sunday School Teacher in the presentation of his lessons. Attendance varied from an average of fourteen to nineteen children, and the subjects discussed were taken from the Song Book, the Catechism, and the New Testament.

    The event of overriding importance to the family was the prospect of emigration. This was an event that Wilhelm and Maria had been looking forward to ever since they were baptized. But such an undertaking, especially with a large family, required a lot of preparation, both financially and otherwise. But since the previous year, there had been another incentive to emigrate. They missed Maria Emilie very much. They wondered how she was getting along, and whether she was receiving proper care. They longed to see her and have her reunited with their family.

    Emigrants received ample instructions. Der Stern, dated May 1, 1883, contained a two-page supplement with instructions from Mr. Louis Kaiser, Emigration Agent in Basel. It contained both specific instructions for the company leaving May 10, 1883, and general instructions applicable to all companies. The general instructions were basically as follows:

    “Trunks must be sent to Basel (for Swiss emigrants) at least ten days before the departure of the Emigrants. It is suggested that they contain, in addition to clothing, bedding, etc., also a few bars of soap; an iron; some kitchen utensils. Weight should not exceed 50 lbs., unless one is prepared to pay extra for overweight.

    All persons must have certificates of citizenship, or acceptable substitutes; those subject to Military Duty must have been cleared as evidenced in their Military Service booklets.

    All passengers must be vaccinated, unless they have been vaccinated within the last seven years; otherwise they will not be permitted to land in New York. Vaccinations can be obtained on board the ship, free of charge. They can carry song and other books in their hand luggage for easy accessibility and use on the trip. They should wear older, sensible, warm and clean clothes; it may be cool on the ocean. Children’s hair should be cut short to avoid annoyance. Hand baggage should include enough underwear for three changes, some handkerchiefs, soap, hand mirror, comb, knife, fork and spoon. Only one hand baggage per person, plus wool blankets. Important: Prevent overloading of hand baggage; it causes inconvenience and difficulty for everybody, and sometimes loss of luggage. For the ocean part of the trip, take along some vinegar, green cheese, dried fruit, perhaps some smoked meat, and for the children, condensed milk, toasted bread, etc. Never stray from the group, or trust strangers. Disregard of this advice may result in unpleasant consequences: Last fall, a young man had his watch and chain stolen; a thief ripped a piece of paper out of a woman’s hand, mistaking it for money; four people missed the train. When changing trains, arriving at hotels, etc., each one is responsible for his own hand luggage. It is important to follow the guide’s instructions at all times. There is no duty to pay on patience, forbearance, obedience, cleanliness, good will; whereas impatience, selfishness, stubbornness, uncleanliness, etc., cause much ill-will. All honest debts should have been paid; if there are some that haven’t done so, it is desired for Conference and Branch Presidents to so notify us; we do not want to do any business with them.

    From Liverpool on, Adults are entitled to 120 pounds of free baggage; and children, five to twelve years old, sixty pounds. This should be sufficient to eliminate problems with overweight.”

    During the year 1883, the Church arranged four Emigration parties, all leaving from Liverpool, on the veteran, dependable steamship, Nevada. The first one was scheduled for departure on April 11, 1883, the next two for May 16 and July 20 respectively, and the last one was set for  August 29.

    The Wilker family arranged to go with the last company. The family consisted of:

    NameRoleNotes
    WilhelmFatherage 37 years
    MariaMotherage 41 years
    Heinrich WilhelmSonage 8 years
    Albertina HedwigDaughterage 7 years
    Ernst HermanSonage 5 years
    Friedrich KarlSonage 4 years
    Emma Julia Daughterage 8 months

    The Swiss members of the last company met in Basel, Switzerland on September 23, 1883, where they were welcomed by Mission President Cannon and several elders. Early the next morning the party left by train for Antwerp, Belgium. The Saints were wide awake, full of anticipation and yet regretful about leaving their homeland. The fruitful plains, green with mowing hay, and yellow with ripening grain, stretching endlessly toward the horizon, and mountains disappearing into invisibility made them realize more than ever that they were embarking on a new and different life.

    In Strasbourg, France, the train stopped long enough for lunch in a nearby hotel, and at 6:00 PM it stopped at Luxembourg for overnight accommodations. Due to a misunderstanding, arrangements had been made for only forty people, whereas accommodation was needed for twice that many. It took the Emigration Agent considerable time to make additional arrangements, but finally all the passengers were somehow taken care of. The next morning, September 25, after a hearty breakfast and a snack tucked away, the travelers continued their journey, arriving at the seaport of Antwerp at 5:00 PM, weary and tired. After a good supper and some rest, the party felt refreshed and by 10:00 PM they were on board the Fairy crossing the North Sea. Bathed in full moonlight, the boat resounded with songs of Zion and Swiss yodeling until late at night. September 26 dawned without a trace of wind or waves, with sunshine that was pleasant, but not oppressive, which made for a most unusual departure from the stormy and violent mood for which the North Sea is famous. By midnight the Fairy arrived in Hull, England. The morning of September 27, the party landed, had breakfast, and after a short ride on a special train, arrived in Liverpool, their embarking destination.

    By 4:00 PM on the same day, the company was on board the Nevada. Later on they were joined by the Scandinavian Saints, and from time to time by smaller groups of English emigrants. The evening passed away with singing, music and dancing; and the same was true of the following evening. By now almost all the passengers were on board. The next day was Wednesday, September 29, and a few more passengers arrived, and by evening the Nevada was floating down the Mersey River out into the ocean.

    There were 682 Saints on board; 263 from England, 282 from the Scandinavian countries, 106 from Switzerland and Germany, as well as two returning ladies and 29 returning missionaries. Elder P. F. Gass, one of the returning missionaries, was appointed President, with Elder Hyrum Evens in charge of the British, Elder Ledermann in charge of the Swiss and German, and Elder Hansom in charge of the Danish Saints.

    As soon as the Nevada hit the ocean, the music and merriment gradually changed to groans, misery, and lamentations. The winds increased, the waves grew ever larger, the boat tossed and shook violently, and by Friday the boat was engulfed in a violent and severe storm. People were bounced around like straw. The rudder broke, and for six hours the boat heaved and rolled at the complete mercy of the ocean, with the result that it was blown fifty miles off course. The captain worked all night like a regular sailor, and by morning the rudder was repaired and the ship under control again. During the height of the storm, almost all passengers were seasick; only four showed up for meals.

    An older sister decided to get out of bed. Before she knew it, she was picked up by the storm and violently thrown from place to place, sustaining severe injuries.

    About halfway on the trip, a baby boy was born. The baby boy and his Swedish mother were healthy.

    Toward the end of the trip all passengers recovered. Smiles returned to their faces, the Swiss and Germans started singing again like sparrows. Two concerts were given and enjoyed by passengers and crew alike.

    On Sunday morning, September 9, land was spotted and by 3:00 PM the Nevada was able to dock, having made the trip in twelve days, despite the stormy weather.

    From New York City, the emigrants were able to travel west by train all the way to Utah. Destinations included Salt Lake City, Ogden, Logan, Utah, and Montpelier, Idaho. Montpelier was the nearest railroad station for Paris, Idaho. It was the stopping off place, not only for the Wilker family, but also for the Hauser family, and Anna and Marie Schmidt.

    Paris was still more or less a pioneer settlement. The first wagon train of pioneers, consisting of more than thirty families, arrived on September 26, 1863. More pioneers followed. The first winter some of the pioneers lived in huts built from quaking aspens; some managed to build log cabins. The next spring, 700 more people arrived in the valley. The second winter was most severe, but the pioneers persevered and remained. They thought they were in Utah, until a boundary survey in 1872 determined that this land belonged to the state of Idaho. When Bear Lake County was established in 1875, Paris became the county seat.

    The early settlers included several Swiss families. The first mayor of Paris was Swiss. His name was John Ulrich Stucki, and he was a native of the state of Thurgau. He was a staunch believer in the future of Paris and Bear Lake County. In a brief note in the May 1st issue of Der Stern, he stated that Bear Lake had many advantages for new settlers, and encouraged them to settle there or in Cache Valley. Land was cheaper and conditions more suitable for raising families, especially larger ones, than in Salt Lake City, Utah.

    The Fischer family that had left Schaffhausen almost a year ago seemed to be happy and doing well in Paris.

    On July 24, 1883 (although not published in Der Stern until the first of November) Sister Fischer reported that she felt fortunate to be in Zion, redeemed from Babylon. They had their own home, and some land. They had everything they needed, more than they ever had in Babylon. There they had lived in constant fear of what they could cook and eat, because their income was insufficient. Here, they had enough. The letter closed with a testimony and a prayer to remain faithful.

    The Wilker family could hardly wait until they covered the fifteen miles from Montpelier to Paris. They were anxious to see their daughter, Maria Emilie, again, and to find out more about their future home. They were shocked when they saw Maria Emilie. Before she left Switzerland, she had been provided with a bundle of fine clothes. But they were gone; the clothes Maria Emile wore were poor and shabby. The parents suspected that life had not been easy for her, and they were appalled at her condition.

    The family settled down, presumably in a one- or two-room log house. They barely had time to adjust themselves to their new conditions when an epidemic of scarlet fever swept through the town. The whole family fell victim, except Wilhelm. In time, they recovered, all but the baby, Emma Julia. She died within the first month of their arrival in Paris.

    Frontier life was entirely different from what the Wilkers had enjoyed in Switzerland. Here on the frontier, life was raw and hard.

    Wilhelm had an opportunity to work on the finishing of the Logan temple. He assisted in painting the murals on the temple walls. The site for the Logan temple had been dedicated on May 17, 1877, by Elder Orson Pratt. The temple was completed seven years later and was dedicated on May 17, 1884, by President John Taylor.

    William’s health became poor, and it continued to get worse. Perhaps it was tuberculosis or edema, a heart condition. Two months after the Logan Temple was dedicated, and less than a year after his arrival in Paris, Wilhelm succumbed to the frailties and difficulties of life. He passed away in July 1884, still a young man of 37 years. He was buried in Lot 5, Block 56 of the Paris City Cemetery.

    Maria was now a widow in a new and strange country. She was nearly 43 years old, and she had five children, ranging in age from five to nine years. Fortunately, she was a strong and resilient woman, able to adjust herself to the rigors and hardships of her new environment. Two months after she laid her husband away, on September 26, 1884, she gave birth to a little girl named Frieda Alice.

    To help sustain the family and provide work for the boys, she homesteaded 160 acres of hay land. She continued to live in her two-room log house.

    She was blessed with good and sympathetic neighbors. A family by the name of Shephard lived next door, and one of the Shephard daughters, Mrs. Stella Jeussi, who had a large family herself, volunteered to look after “Grandma,” as she was affectionately known to friends and family.

    The Paris Second Ward in which they lived paid for the children’s tuition to the school. Grandmother also attended school to learn English. Frederick Charles went to Germany on a mission. Financing a mission must have been a real challenge. There is a postcard from Germany saying, “I forgot to tell you in the letter about having to have some more money … I hate to keep having to write for money in every letter… If I could write a letter and not have to ask for money every time…”

    She was proud of the fact that on February 14, 1899, she was admitted and declared a citizen of the United States.

    The first change within the family was the death of young Frieda Alice, who passed away on June 7, 1890, at the age of six.

    The next year, Maria Emile married Julius Billeter, whom she had first met on board the Nevada, and she moved away from Paris, Idaho.

    It was eleven years before the next marriage took place. On June 2, 1902, Albertina Hedwig married John Watson from Salt Lake City. John and Maria’s son, Herman, now nicknamed “Harry,” built a better and bigger home for Grandma Maria. Hedwig and John lived with Grandma Maria while the house was being built, and they stayed with her for some time afterwards. When they left Paris, they moved to Oregon, where they lived for eight or nine years.

    The next member of the family to get married was Heinrich Wilhelm, now called William. He married Florence Yates in January 1904.

    The last ones to leave home were Herman and Friederick Karl (now Frederick Charles, known as “Charlie”). Herman married Rhoda Roseltha Wallentine, and Charles married Sarah Lillian Hurst, both natives of Paris. They had a double wedding, and it took place on June 12, 1908, in the Salt Lake Temple. Maria went to the temple in Salt Lake with Frederick Charles and Herman to receive her endowment the same day her boys were married. She was also sealed to her husband that same day, with Herman acting as proxy for his father.

    The boys used to run the hay land, but after they left, Grandma Maria sold the property.

    Maria continued to be independent. She didn’t want to be a burden on anyone and insisted on taking care of herself. She kept her home immaculately clean. She cultivated a large garden and was especially proud of her big raspberry patch. Stella Jaussi recalls that whenever she couldn’t find any of her children, she was pretty sure that they were at Grandma Wilker’s place, hiding in the raspberry patch.

    When the neighborhood children ran errands for her, she would always reward them with homemade cookies and apples.

    Maria worked laboriously on a beautiful quilt, patching it together in blocks and then quilting it with very fine stitches. It was intended as a gift for the person who would complete the temple work she had been unable to do herself.

    In later years, she is reported to have received a pension of $10 a month.

    Maria lived to a good old age. She took care of her property. She was always interested in the happenings of the day and current events in general.

    About once a year, she would write her family members a letter, or a thank you note for remembering her birthday, and informing us about her health and activities. The last letter was dated January 3, 1930. All her letters were written in firm, good German script.

    A short time after that, Stella missed the usual activities in Grandma’s home. It wasn’t long before she passed away. She died Friday, January 24, 1930, surrounded by Stella and the Relief Society sisters. She was 87 years old and had lived in Paris for more than 46 years.

    She lay in state in her parlor, calm and composed, at peace with the world. There was no need for embalming; the cold weather took care of that.

    A simple but impressive funeral service was held Tuesday, January 28, 1930, in the Second Ward chapel, and was reported in the January 30, 1930, issue of The Paris Post. In attendance at the funeral were all of her children, with the exception of Emilie, who was living in Switzerland. She was represented by her son, Julius.

    Due to heavy snowfall, Grandma’s casket was carried on a sleigh, both to the chapel for the service and to the cemetery. She was buried in Lot 5, Block 46, a short distance from her husband.

    When Grandma Maria died, she left $150.00 for a tombstone. Somehow, nobody got the money, and nothing happened with her request. In 1957, six of her grandchildren voluntarily remedied this situation. They paid the expense of placing two “Rock of Ages” markers in the cemetery – one on Grandpa’s (William) grave and one on Grandma’s (Maria) grave. They are still in place, surrounded by lawns, some shrubs and flowers, maintained by the city of Paris and the High Priest quorum in that city. It is a fitting resting place for wonderful, courageous, and honored pioneers and progenitors. (Note from Beverly Wilker: In the 1980s, I visited the cemetery and found Wilhelm’s headstone. In 2008 or 2009, my sister and I visited the cemetery again, but couldn’t find his headstone. However, we didn’t have the precise location and tried to look through the entire cemetery, so we might have missed it. Maria’s was easily found.)

  • Johann Wendel Wilker

    Johann Wendel Wilker

    Johann Wendel, who was born on May 30, 1817, to Christoph Wilker and Elizabeth Wüst. FamilySearch.com shows that Elizabeth Wüst died in 1791, but that is before Johann Wendel and his sister Katharina were born. More research is needed to verify Elizabeth’s death date.

    Johann Wendel did not become a farmer like his father. Instead, he completed an apprenticeship as a cabinetmaker and acquired great skill in his chosen trade. As a journeyman, he traveled far afield, crossed the border into Switzerland, and reached the city of Solothurn, capital of a Swiss state by the same name.

    Nobody knows what persuaded him to relocate to Solothurn, instead of some other city. He arrived in Solothurn in 1843. He was a talented young man, 26 years of age. He liked it in Solothurn and decided to stay. He paid 500 francs for the franchise of Swiss citizenship in the town of Flumenthal, a small settlement a little over three and one-half miles from Solothurn. He must have appreciated his Swiss citizenship, paying such a considerable sum for it. Within a year, he married a girl from Subingen, another small town about one and one-half miles from Solothurn.

    The bride’s name was Anna Katharina Schörli, and she was born November 29, 1816. The marriage took place on January 13, 1844, in Solothurn, with Friedrich Mühlethaler and Joseph von Burg as witnesses.

    The couple made their home in Solothurn, where they were blessed with three children: Jeanette, who was born January 19, 1845; Wilhelm, whose birthday was January 12, 1847; and Marie Ursula, who started life on May 13, 1855. Jeanette and Maria Ursula lived and died in Solothurn. Julius Billeter later wrote that he recalled his mother talking about her aunts in Solothurn and visiting them once or twice. It was his impression that one of the aunts, or perhaps both of them, lived in a convent where they enjoyed good food and wine, and where they were well taken care of. Julius could never quite understand this, because he always thought that life in a convent was stern and austere. He posited that they must have had a special dispensation or arrangement. Wilhelm left Solothurn and settled in or around Zürich, where he was a painter and an artist.

    Johan Wendel Wilker died March 1, 1873 at the age of 55 years, and was buried in Switzerland. Anna Katharina died on June 2, 1863, at the age of 46.

  • Christoph Wilker

    Christoph Wilker

    Christoph Wilker was born in 1776 in Dierbach, Bergzabern, Bavaria, Germany. He was a farmer and married twice. His first wife, Elizabeth Wüst, lived only about five years after their marriage. After she passed away, he married Margaretha Schwarz on May 27, 1821, in Evangelisch, Doerrenbach, Palatinate, Bavaria, Germany.

    According to family records, Christoph and Elizabeth had a daughter, Katharina, who was born on June 25, 1815, and a son, Johann Wendel, who was born on May 30, 1817. FamilySearch.com shows that Elizabeth Wüst died in 1791, but that is before Katharina or Johann Wendel were born. More research is needed to verify Elizabeth’s death date.

    Christoph died on March 27, 1824, in Dörrenbach, Bergzabern, Bavaria, Germany, at the age of 48.

  • Johann Jakob Wilker

    Johann Jakob Wilker

    Johann Jakob Wilker was born on January 9, 1738, in Dammheim, Germany, a small village near Landau. Landau was and is a typical small German city, with schools, churches, banks, military barracks, and a diversified industry. It is in the center of an area where cattle are raised and vineyards cultivated. In 1912, its population was almost 18,000. Dammheim is one of the small tributary settlements near Landau.

    Johann married Rahel Stadler in 1775 in Palatinate, Bavaria, Germany. FamilySearch.com lists five sons: Michael (174-1847), Christoph (1776-1824), Johann Ludvig (1782-1784), Georg Jakob (1784-1862), and Johann Heinrich (1787-1857). A 1975 family history listed four sons – omitting Johann Ludvig. FamilySearch also shows the surname spelling for the last three sons as “Wilcker.”

    The first two sons, Michel and Christoph, were born in Dierbach, a small village about seven or eight miles southwest of Landau. The third son, Georg Jakob, was born in Steinfeld, a small community about two miles from Dierbach. By the time Johann Heinrich came along, the parents had moved back to Dierbach.

    Johann died on July 5, 1831, at the age of 93, and was buried in Palatinate, Bavaria, Germany.

  • Anna Maria Schererin

    Anna Maria Schererin

    Anna Maria Schererin was born in 1712 in Schäfer, Hilter am Teutoburger Wald, Osnabrück, Lower Saxony, Germany. Her father was approximately 31 years old and her mother, Anna Catharina Scherer, was 21. She married Christof Wilker about 1735 in Schäfer, Hilter am Teutoburger Wald, Osnabrück, Lower Saxony, Germany.

    They were the parents of Johan Jakob Wilker and Anna Maria Wilker. Johann Jakob was born January 9, 1738, in Dammheim, Germany, which is a small village near Landau, Germany. Anna Maria was born February 6, 1742, in Barbelroth, Bavaria, Germany.

    Death dates for both Christof and Anna are unknown.

  • Christoph Wilker

    Christoph Wilker

    Christof Wilker was born about 1710 in Schäfer, Hilter am Teutoburger Wald, Osnabrück, Lower Saxony, Germany. Christoph Wilker made his living as a sheepherder. He married Anna Maria Schererin about 1735, in Schäfer, Hilter am Teutoburger Wald, Osnabrück, Lower Saxony, Germany.

    They were the parents of Johan Jakob Wilker and Anna Maria Wilker. Johann Jakob was born on January 9, 1738, in Dammheim, Germany, which is a small village near Landau, Germany. Anna Maria was born on February 6, 1742, in Barbelroth, Bavaria, Germany.

    Death dates for both Christof and Anna are unknown.

  • John William Heder

    Leaving Sweden

    John William Heder was born September 22, 1856, at Venesborg Gustava, Elfsborg, Sweden ((Another account lists his birthplace as Uppergarden (Upper Garden), Elfsborglan, Sweden)). This was the home given to his father, John Olofson Heder to keep in his possession for as long as he remained in the service of his country. It is not known just when he entered the service, but he received his release in the year 1862. He served under King Karl 14th of Sweden. While in the army, the name “Heder” was added to that of Olofson, hence his children were known by the name of Heder.

    In the year 1857, John (Johannes) was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, of which his wife, Christina Erickson, had become a member six years earlier. John (Johannes) left Sweden with his wife and children, including John William, April 12, 1863 for America. They arrived in Copenhagen, Denmark, which place they left 29 April 1863. From there they went to Hamburg, and on to Liverpool, England. Leaving Liverpool on Friday, May 8 on the British ship “Kimball” with 654 saints on board under the direction of Hans Peter Lund. They arrived in New York, on June 20, 1863 2 ½ months from the time they left their home in Sweden.

    From there they went by train to Council Bluffs, on cattle cars from Council Bluffs to the Missouri River and Omaha. There they started across the plains with ox teams and hand-carts. John (Johannes) and Christina walked every step of the way from Omaha to Salt Lake City. Between camps Christina gathered and carried “buffalo chips” in her apron, to use to make fires to cook on, taking the place of wood, which was so scarce as to be almost nonexistent. They were nine weeks on the plains, arriving at their destination, Salt Lake City, 9 November 1863. John William Heder was then but a boy seven years old.

    Pioneering in Utah

    John William wrote the following account in pencil on brown paper:

    The day we arrived in Salt Lake my father found a small, one-room adobe house for us to live in, in the area which is now known as Millcreek. We had to walk some distance to this little house, carrying our belongings. Father carried the bedding. Mother carried the dutch oven containing about two pounds of rice—all in the world we had to eat. When we were within a quarter of a mile of the house, she, being very tired, set the oven down by some bunch grass, and walked on with the other few things she was carrying. When she returned for the dutch oven, and the rice, it was gone. In the place where it had been was nothing, and that is exactly what he had for our supper—nothing.

    The next day Mother, Gustav, and I started out into one of the wheat fields to glean what was left in the stubble. We gleaned for a couple of days, then the owner came and sent us away, saying he needed that grain for his cows and horses. But we were allowed in other fields and gleaned one row at a time. In this way, we secured a little to eat.

    The next year father rented a farm and raised wheat on shares. Two hundred bushels was his share. Mother and Gustav and I again gleaned wheat on various farms—to the number of twenty-one bushels. This we sold for $8 per bushel and bought a cow and a yoke of oxen. They said the oxen had crossed the plains with immigrants six times. They were old and poor. But we soon got them in shape so we could use them.

    In the fall of 1865, we moved to Huntsville, about 20 miles northeast of Ogden. Here we settled permanently. A man named Peterson got father’s wheat to pay his debts, promising to give Father in return his own wheat, which was in Huntsville. That would save father hauling his wheat so far—a big saving. But when Father went to get his wheat, Mr. Peterson had only a very few bushels and that was frozen, making it unfit for bread. Now we were up against it again for something to eat. So Father went to the mountains to peel bark from pines and haul it to Salt Lake City to sell to the tannery for money to buy bread. It took him ten days to peel the bark, make the trip to Salt Lake and back with a sack of flour.

    The next year, 1866, father plowed and put in crops, but they froze and didn’t amount to much, so he continued his bark peeling. The following year, 1867, the crops were a little better, although the wheat was frostbitten some.

    During these years, I was herding cows and sheep for one cent a head, helping along a little in this way. I had to go barefoot, and my feet and toes could hardly stand it. Sometimes I would find some old Indian moccasins, patch them up, and they would last perhaps two or three days. The next year, 1868, my father put me to helping him on the farm.

    All this time, we had been living in what was our first home in Huntsville—a dug-out. It had two tiers of logs above the ground, a roof of logs covered with dirt, and a fireplace made of adobe, and the chimney protruding above the logs about one foot. In the winter, the snow was generally three feet deep, or more, and often crusted so hard we could walk on top of it, and all we could see of the dug-out was the smoke coming from the chimney in the snowdrifts.

    In 1868, we planted wheat and it grew nicely, fine prospects for a good crop. Father and I went to the mountains for logs to build us a new home. As we left in the morning we sat for a few minutes on the hill and viewed the beautiful little valley—all green with growing grain and grass. Our wheat stood about eight inches high—a beautiful sight.

    When we had our logs cut and loaded, we started for home. On reaching the spot where that morning we sat looking out over the valley, we just could not believe our eyes! Instead of beautiful green fields, everything was black! Grasshoppers had completely cleaned the fields of every spear of grain and every blade of grass it seemed; then they had laid their eggs and flown away. So it was the same thing over again—go to the mountains after bark.

    The war on grasshoppers continued for about three years, and we had to live on half-rations most of the time. Our breakfast usually consisted of a little flour and bran bread and a cup of skim milk.

    In the year 1871, we began again to raise good crops, and the earth yielded forth her strength.

    When the Union Pacific Railroad was being built through Weber Canyon, father got work and made some money, and from that time on we got along pretty well. Crops matured better too, and we built another, better house, which still stands (1938).

    I worked along with Father on the farm, and in building houses and barns for other people. During the time from 1864-68, my mother and my sister had been carding and spinning wool and weaving cloth for the family of Heber C. Kimball and others, and had saved a little money. So we bought another cow and a few sheep.

    In 1873 began the hard work for me, for to feed our animals meant that about twenty-five tons of hay had to be cut with a scythe and a swath. I’d be so tired at night I could hardly walk home. But Father would brag of me to Mother, telling her what a good worker I was, so I couldn’t complain after that.

    In 1874, the mowing machine came to our help, along with the reaper. These made farming much easier. I was now seventeen years old.

    Because of the constant struggle against poverty in pioneer life, and frequent moves, my schooling was very limited, as was the case with many other children in those pioneer times. I had only three or four years of elementary schooling. After that, my father was my instructor, and a good one he was, too. He had mastered several languages as well as several trades in his native Sweden. These trades he also taught to me.

    My parents had given up all their possessions in the Old World to come to Zion. Here in Utah, we suffered privations for years just to live. My brother and I felt we could not let them sacrifice further for our education, so we being now well in our teens, hired out in numerous ways and places to help them to get ahead and to take care of my own needs. But I was determined to somehow make my own opportunities for some education. I asked myself, “Does anyone ever get too old to want to know, to learn, to find out, to reach out for new experiences?”

    From my father, I had learned not only carpentry, cabinet-making and wheelwright, but other occupations as well: farming, dairying, lumbering, saw-milling, and others. Over the years, I was always able to keep busy at something. At various intervals, I built many homes, churches, schools, barns, stores, railroad bridges and canals, in Utah, Old Mexico, and in Arizona.

    Hired Labor

    My brother went to Wyoming to work at hauling cordwood and sent for me to come work with him. One day I was driving four horses hitched to the wagon loaded with about two cords of wood. In leading the rack, Gustav had put in front a green quaking aspen with the bark on it. Going downhill the bark slipped, and the wood I sat on began slipping too. It bunted the wheel horses and they started to run. The road was very steep and rocky, and we couldn’t stay on the road. I tried to get off the side, but fell directly across the tugs of the head wheeler and hung there for a minute. I made a lunge to get off for fear of being kicked to death, but I fell under the wheels. The front wheel passed over my right arm, breaking it, and the back wheel went over my back and so badly bruised and injured it that I never fully recovered from it. I was unconscious for six days and laid up for four months. When I got better, I went home.

    The next spring, there being no work at home, I went to Montana to work on a large ranch. Wages for a good man were only $15-$25 per month, but this rancher had written, offering me $40 with room and board. A very good thing for me. So once again I left home. I walked all the way, a distance of 800 miles, in eleven days and nights.

    I worked there for nearly two years; I cut and hauled wood, milked cows, had charge of a crew of men cutting and putting up 100 tons of hay, rode the range at round-up time, cut and hauled fence posts, set posts and strung wire fence.

    Up in the timbers we’d work sometimes for weeks in snow, often up to our waists, starting at 4 o’clock in the morning and never getting back before 9 o’clock at night—sometimes not until 1 o’clock. We were always wet and our clothes were frozen so stiff when we removed them to put dry ones on that they would stand alone. As a result of the exposure, I began to feel rheumatism in my arms and knees.

    The next summer I was sent on the round-up again. I liked the work, but the Nez Perce Indians went on the war-path and we were 1,000 miles from home! Everyone left their ranches for the towns and cities but we had no way to go. This was a trying time, with danger on every side. At Horse Prairie, a ranch only nine miles away, six men were killed; but the only thing we could do was to stay and trust in Providence.

    This Indian uprising lasted about five weeks before they could be subdued, but we completed the round-up in the fall, and in mid-December I left for home, half promising to return in the spring. Another man who had been working on the same ranch returned with slush and mud. We walked most of the way to Pocatello, then rode to the train from there to Ogden. There Father met us and we rode to Huntsville in a sleigh drawn by a little team of mules—Jack and Jule.

    Married Life

    It was not long before I knew that I wouldn’t return to Montana. My brother-in-law, Christian F. Schade, introduced me to a girl he had converted in Denmark. Her name, Anna Jorgena Christina Madsen. I soon found she had my heart in her keeping so I asked her to be my wife. She consented and I bought the ring.

    On May 20th my sweetheart and I left for Salt Lake in a little one-seated buggy with the little mules mentioned earlier, Jack and Jule, being our team. We rested that night in Ogden with a friend of my parents, then next morning were again on our way.

    Arriving in Salt Lake I took her to the home of some friends living in the 16th Ward, while I went to Brother Joseph F. Smith’s home to have my recommend signed. His home was located in the block north of the Temple block, and there he (Elder Smith) ordained me an Elder.

    The next day, May 22, 1879, we were married, the ceremony taking place about 3 o’clock in the afternoon. We left the building at 4 o’clock and started back home. We arrived in Ogden to find my father there in the doctor’s care, having taken very ill. We remained in Ogden several days to be sure he was receiving all needed care and was on the mend. When we reached Huntsville we were warmly received and entertained by friends who played harmonicas and used tin pans to beat the rhythm—and how we danced!

    We lived in a little two-room house with a basement, and were very happy. Also, we were glad to be living close to our parents where we could help them when we were needed.

    I continued to run Father’s farm, raising hay and grain. After a while, it began to look as if we would not be blessed with a family. We went with the young people a lot to socials and dances. Then after being married for four years, our first child, a little girl, was born on July 18, 1883. We called her Minnie May.

    I had built a very nice two-story house in Ogden, where we had moved and had lived there for some time, then sold it and moved back to Huntsville.

    In 1883, I bought an interest in a saw-mill and the next spring we went up the south fork of the Ogden River to cut logs and skid them to the river so that when the snow melted and the river rose high we could roll the logs in and float them down to the saw-mill. There were five of us, and one of the men remarked that in all his years of riding and working in these mountains, he had never seen a bear. Just then I looked down the hill and there just a short distance away was a big brown bear, sitting on his haunches and with his mouth wide open. I yelled, “Look!”

    Carl, the man who had “never seen a bear,” took one look and gave a loud yell. With froth dripping from his mouth, the bear started toward us, coming fast! I had been in the lead going down, but in about three jumps I was in the lead going back, the others were coming, but it seemed like the bear was just about ready to grab the last man. I whirled a large rock, but it just grazed its stomach. One of the men threw another big rock and it just waved the hair on its back. Just in that moment when it looked like the bear was ready to grab Nephi, he stopped, looked at us a few seconds, then turned rocks, leaping ledges, and we just stood there and watched, shaking in our boots—literally—for we were scared.

    In 1885, I received a letter from the First Presidency asking me to go to San Juan to help settle that country. I sold my share in the saw-mill and was about ready to leave with my family . But as my father had died the previous October, leaving my 70-year-old mother alone, with me as her sole support, Bishop David McKay and President Shurtliff wrote to the First Presidency and had me released from that mission.

    The ensuing ten years were busy and prosperous. Besides saw-milling and farming I had a sizable flock of sheep, and also contracted the building of houses and barns.

    Here in Huntsville, five of our children were born. They were Anna Christina, born October 19, 1885; Maude Elizabeth, born December 18, 1887; Rhoda Sophia, born April 21, 1890; John Earl, born January 31,1892; and Walter Oliver, born March 3, 1894.

    Pioneering Old Mexico

    Then in 1895, I took a trip to Mexico to look over the country, particularly the Mormon colonies, and I decided to move there. So on my return home, I harvested my wheat and oats, arranged with my brother-in-law to take charge of my sheep, and soon had my business in shape to leave.

    My friend, Bert Engstrom, and I bought a saw-mill. I chartered two railroad cars, one to ship the saw-mill and the other machinery in, and the other for our horses and furniture. Also a passenger car for my family and those who had decided to go with us. There were Carl E. Peterson and family, W.G. Moyes and family, William Moffat and son, also C.F. Schade and A.F. Macdonald, whose home was in Mexico. He had been on a trip to Salt Lake City and wished to ride home with us, and there was plenty of room for him.  There were twenty-four of us in the car, special for us, no one else was allowed.  We arrived in El Paso on the 17th of May, having left Ogden on the 15th of May.

    We had to layover in El Paso, or rather in Ciudad Juarez for 9 days, getting our machinery, horses, furniture, etc., through customs house. We had started to unload the cars for inspection when a man by the name of D. M. Stuart, who was colonizing came along. This Mr. Stuart was well acquainted with the customs officials. When I told him we had to unload for customs inspection, he said to wait just a little. In less than an hour, he returned with orders to load everything back in the cars and get ready to leave that evening, where we were met by B.J. Johnson, D.B. Brown, Ben Judd, and Nate Tenny, who were there from Colonia Juarez. They were ready to load our stuff on their wagons to go overland to the colonies.

    Things had been badly misrepresented to me about the country, and about the need and market for lumber. But we set up the mill and sawed lumber for a few houses. Before long the mill was moved to Garcia, or little round valley, two or three miles before Garcia. We lived in Colonia Chuichupa and there we had some hard years, plowing, planting building fences, with not much to eat but cornbread or mush. But we pulled through, and within a year or two were able to build a nice house and barn. Our first year was hard, but within a couple of years, we were able to build a nice house and a good barn. In this home, two more of our children were born. They were Lillian Juanita, born July 29, 1897, and George Roland, born February 7, 1900.

    Later, I traded the home in Chuichupa to I.L. Wilson for his home in Colonia Dublan. Here our ninth and last child, Stanley Marius, was born on February 12, 1908. After a few years, I purchased another place in the north end of town—the Hansen place.  I sold our first home in Dublan to my daughter and her husband, George F. Sevey. In July 1912, Americans were endangered because of the Mexican Revolution. Responding to directions from the authorities of the Church, the Mormon colonists all left their homes in Mexico and came to the United States, where most of them remained.

    We went to El Paso, where all the people were temporarily sheltered in a large lumber yard, until we could determine where to go to begin again. We, with our family, together with our two married daughters, their husbands and families, went to Jaynes, Arizona near Tuscon where a company was clearing land and getting it ready for planting.  Later after a few months, we moved to Binghamton where we lived for a year or so.  Then in 1914 we came to the Salt River Valley, Arizona, bought a home at Mesa, and have lived here since that time, except for two short stays in California.

    [Note: John William Heder died November 6, 1940, and was buried November 10th; his wife, Anna, died June 9, 1955, and was buried June 15th; both in Mesa, Maricopa County, Arizona, where they had lived for so many busy years.]

  • Edwin Buckwalter Rice

    Edwin Buckwalter Rice

    Edwin Buckwalter Rice was born on December 20, 1861, and learned early in life to look after himself, as he had three older brothers, three younger sisters, and a father (Leonard Gurley Rice) who was gone much of the time settling Indian troubles and serving a mission. He learned to read and write in the Farmington School and attended church with his mother, Margaret Buckwalter Rice, in a stone chapel that was still in use in 1960.  In 1875, Ed became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

    These pioneer boys did not lack for fun. Ed was a fleet runner, strong wrestler (scuffling they called it), and on horseback, he stuck like a wood tick. He learned to dance at ward parties, and he loved to entertain his friends by singing or telling stories.

    Willard, Box Elder County, Utah always remained dear to him, for there he found his wife, Sylvia Lovina Drake, and married her on her seventeenth birthday (March 3, 1884).  They lived in many places, but none more primitive than the tent he pitched in Corrine, Utah – their first home.  From there Ed freighted goods to Montana for miners or merchants.  He drove as many as twelve mules pulling two or three prairie schooners through Indian infested territories.

    Three children were born to Ed and Sylvia while they lived in Conant, Cassia County, Idaho.  After four years in Conant, the family was ready to move.  In 1888, Egin and Parker, Idaho, became beacons of hope for many people and attracted couples from Farmington, Utah, including some of Ed’s brothers.  He left off freighting and its dangers to try farming and cattle raising in the Parker area.  His time there was short, and he soon began preparing to take his family to the Teton Valley, east of Parker.

    The Teton Valley was a remote and primitive place, inhabited by wild animals, Indians and horse thieves.  Rexburg, Idaho, was the nearest Post Office, and Market Lake was the closest railroad stop.  Undaunted by all this, he and his family joined a group of equally restless and adventurous families bound for Teton Valley in 1889.

    The elements smiled on them the first season.  Cattle grazed out all winter.  Ed and his family lived in a log cabin with a roof made of poles covered by willows and sod.  Ed’s first son was born under a tent in that cabin.

    However, the second winter was a nightmare of hardships, poverty, and heavy losses.  Snow was six feet deep on the level.  Ed had to dig a tunnel from the cabin to the cowshed, but that didn’t allow access to the woodpile and haystacks.  The fun didn’t stop there – an early thaw followed by rain threatened the valley with flooding.  This was avoided by severe freezing weather, which left a sheet of ice all over the valley.  Cattle and horses died of starvation before it thawed again.

    There was little commerce in those days.  A pound of butter could be purchased for ten cents or exchanged for produce.  When Victor was laid out, Ed helped to build the schoolhouse.  Ed and Sylvia owned a dance hall, livery stable, hotel, and was interested in the store.  He was also a member of the first Bishopric.

    Ed later moved to Texas, where he lived for four years before moving his family back to Idaho, near St. Anthony.  Ed died there in St. Anthony, Idaho on October 6, 1939, having spent a lifetime helping others and being a faithful Latter-day Saint.

  • John Warburton & Betty Sunderland

    John Warburton & Betty Sunderland

    England

    John Warburton Jr was the fourth child born to parents John Warburton Sr and Elizabeth Alsted or Halsted.  His birth took place on 16 Jun 1825 in the parish of Radcliffe, Lancashire, England.  He had two older brothers, William born 6 April 1810 and Edward born 28 Feb 1815, and an older sister, Mary who was born 12 Feb 1820.  His father, John Sr, worked in a mill as a weaver.

     When John was two years old his mother died on 7 Aug 1827 while giving birth to a baby girl named Elizabeth.  Six weeks later, on 24 Sep 1827, the baby died.  Four years after that, his father married the widow of his cousin, Abner Warburton.  Her name was Sarah and she gave birth to a son named Joseph on 21 Sep 1831.  Family tradition has it that the children did not get along well with their stepmother.

    In about 1832, John’s oldest brother, William, married Jane Allan, and in about 1835 his brother, Edward, married Betty Barlow.  They both moved to the city of Todmorden where they found work in the mills.  After that, John and Mary spent much of their time in their older brother’s homes.  Then in 1843, Mary married John Pemberton.  John found work in the mills as a ‘corder’ and often stayed with either Edward or Mary.

    The city of Todmorden was the largest city near Hebden Bridge Church and was located on the border of Lancashire and Yorkshire.  It was noted for its large mills and was called the ‘Valley of the Foxmere’.  The lake connected to the Calder River and separated the two counties.  On the Yorkshire side of the river was the Church of Halifax, the city of Walsden, and part of the township of Todmorden.  The population in the year 1821 was fourteen thousand.  The cities in this area were all large manufacturing centers.  Stanfield and Langfield were in Yorkshire County and were noted for the manufacture of calico, fustian, denim, sateen, and velvet.  The mills were worked by water power and the location was easily navigable, through the canals, from either the east or west oceans.  There was also a railroad from Manchester to Leeds that passed through Todmorden and to the south of Burnley.  Burnley had one of the largest mills in the county of Lancashire.  Many people came to the fairs that were held there to sell wares of manufactured goods.  They would come from all over England, especially at Easter time and in the Fall of the year. 

    John spent a lot of his time in Halifax and it was there that he met Betty Sunderland who had also been born in 1825.  She was the daughter of William Sunderland and Mary Law.  At the time they met, she was working as a ‘spinner’ in a mill.  It was also in Halifax where John came in contact with Mormon Elders and became interested in their teachings.  He and Betty then spent all of their spare time listening to the missionaries.  Betty’s father had passed away previously but, her mother was a strong member of the ‘Church of Friends’, a branch broken off from the ‘Church of England’.  She would have no part of ‘Mormonism’ and was very critical of her daughter’s interest in this new religion.  Note: As of the current date, 2002, there has not been a record found of Betty having siblings.

    John and Betty’s friendship grew into love and, as they were both of adult age, twenty-one, they did not need the consent of their parents to marry.  They published their intentions through banns and their marriage was solemnized on 27 Sep 1846 in ‘The Church of St James’, Parish of Halifax, County of Yorkshire.  It was witnessed by John Clarkson and John Hartley who, were friends from the Mormon Church and also workers in the mills.  Their marriage certificate gives the following information: John Warburton, age 21, bachelor, occupation ‘corder’, residence ‘Charlestown in Stansfield’, father’s name ‘John Warburton,’ occupation of father ‘spinner’; Betty Sunderland, age 21, spinster, occupation ‘spinner,’ residence ‘Callis in Sowerby Ramble’, father’s name ‘William Sunderland’ (deceased), occupation of father‘weaver’.  They both signed their names with an ‘X’  indicating that they were illiterate.

    It was almost three years before John and Betty had a child.  Their son Edward was born on 5 May 1849  in Hebden Bridge, Yorkshire and they named him Edward after John’s favorite brother, Edward.  On the birth certificate their residence is listed as Charlestown, Stanfield, and John’s occupation is a ‘labourer.’  The birth certificate was signed by Betty with an ‘X’.  Because of Betty’s mother’s feelings, they took their baby to the ‘Church of Friends’ to have him christened.  The fee was sixpence. Note: Apparently, Betty either had difficulty in becoming pregnant or in carrying her babies to term because it was almost three years after her marriage before Edward was born and he was six years old when she died from complications of a miscarriage.

    Charlestown, Stansfield, Yorkshire is located on the edge of a little gulf, with the Irish Sea on the West and Scotland on the North.  The main part of the town has an old abandoned castle that has been converted into a beautiful summer resort.  It was owned by Alexander Sunderland, an Earl to King James III of the 16th century, and is called Sunderland Heights. The city business district is located four miles east from where the Warburton family made their home.

     John’s brother, Edward, and his sister, Mary, were supportive of both his marriage and his interest in the Mormon Church and it was through them that he learned about the death of his father, John Warburton Sr, on 19 Apr 1851.  His stepmother had passed away previously on 25 Dec 1850.  They also learned, at that time, that John’s half-brother, Joseph, had been baptized into the Mormon Church on 26 Oct 1851.  Note: Joseph Warburton emigrated in May 1856 and eventually ended up in Salt Lake, Utah where he has a large posterity living today.

    John and Betty probably delayed their baptisms, as long as they did, because of Betty’s mother’s attitude.  However, in April 1854, on a bright spring day, they were baptized by Elder John Clarkson and confirmed by Elder John Hartley, both of whom had also witnessed their marriage.

    After they joined the Church, John and Betty started making plans to gather with the Saints in Zion.  In January 1856 the Warburtons left Charlestown traveling on a cargo ship through the canals of Lancashire and into the Irish Sea.  Their plans were to sail to Liverpool where they would join with a group of Saints that were then sailing to America.  Betty was expecting a baby and on the 2nd day of their journey, as they were going through ‘The Channel’, she became ill.  Unable to obtain medical help, she passed away from complications of her pregnancy.  Because the ship was then far out at sea, she was wrapped in canvas and lowered into the waters.  John and Teddy were devastated and never forgot the sight of their beloved wife and mother being buried in the Irish Sea.  Before she died, Betty made John promise that he would continue on to Zion.

    Two days later, when they arrived in Liverpool, John discovered that the ship they were supposed to have sailed on had departed the day before.  He was in despair until, by chance, he ran into their old friends Elders Clarkson and Hartley.  They were saddened to hear the news of Betty’s death and did what they could to comfort John and Teddy.  The two Elders had been assigned by the Church to arrange for a ship for missionaries that were returning home and, they were able to find room on it for John and his son.  Two days later, they boarded the ship ‘Independence’ with church leaders and missionaries that were returning to America. Note: This is the reason John and Edward Warburton are not found in the Church Immigration Index.

    It was the end of February in 1856 when the ship ‘Independence’ docked in New York.  John and his son stayed close by the Church and John was able to find some work that helped to care for their needs.  A few months later, with another group of Saints, they boarded the Rock Island Railroad in New York and took the North Western route through Chicago to Iowa City.  There were coach cars on the train but the Mormon immigrants rode in cattle cars. 

    When they reached Iowa City, the Warburtons found friends, both old and new, from England.  They joined with the Edmund Ellsworth Handcart Company and on 9th June 1856 started across the plains.  Their experiences in crossing the American Plains are chronicled in the story “They Crossed the Plains with a Handcart” written by Laural Bushman, 2002.

    Utah

    The Edmund Ellsworth Handcart Company arrived in Salt Lake Valley on the 26th of Sept 1856.  It had been almost nine months since John and Teddy, who was now 7 years old, had left their home in England and buried their beloved Betty in the Irish Sea.  On the trip across the plains, they had made special friends with the Thomas Richins family which included Thomas and Harriet Richins, their infant son, Albert, and Harriet’s father, John Deveraux.  John Deveraux had also buried his wife in the sea.  Harriet was especially kind to Teddy and he enjoyed playing with little Albert.  After reaching Salt Lake, the Richins family found a little one-room dugout to live in and the Warburtons stayed with them just long enough to help build on a room and a lean-to.  Thomas’ brother and his wife and baby were following in the Willie Handcart Company and would need a place to live when they arrived.

     It must have been lonely and bittersweet for John and Teddy to finally reach Zion but without Betty.  They stayed in Salt Lake until the following March when President Young issued John a quarter section of land in the northeast part of Battle Creek, now known as Pleasant Grove and Manila.  By that time, they had been able to obtain a wagon, some horses and a few head of livestock.  After stopping in Lehi and American Fork to visit friends, they settled in Battle Creek where John built a little adobe house in the fort.  John Warburton was not large in stature but was a healthy strong man with a great will to work.  He farmed for a time, as well as, worked as a blacksmith and wheelwright.

     When Ted was fifteen years old, John married a woman named Sarah Williams Green on 24 Jan 1864 in Battle Creek.   Sarah had been born in about 1829 to parents Thomas Williams and Elizabeth Vauhn in England.  She had left her husband, Mr. Green, in England and immigrated alone with her three children Saddie, Sarah, and Thomas.  Her son Thomas died shortly after she married John.  To John and Sarah there were three children born; Elizabeth on 19 Jul 1865, James Thomas on 22 Jan 1870, and Abraham on 1 Mar 1871.

     According to family tradition, Sarah was resentful and hard on Ted and after they were married he spent much of his time in the homes of friends.  The Thomas Richins family had since moved to Battle Creek and their son Albert and Ted Warburton were best friends. 

     John had a special love for his oldest son and was very saddened by Sarah’s attitude towards him.  When Ted was 25 years old John, without Sarah’s knowledge, gave him his quarter section of land.  John then made his living as a blacksmith and wheelwright but, as more of this kind of material became available from other places the business became slow.  As he grew older and his health declined he took up the trade of a watch and clock repairman. 

     On Valentine’s Day in 1876, Edward (Ted) Warburton married Alice Mirentha Richins in the Salt Lake Endowment House.  She was the oldest daughter of Thomas and Harriet Richins, whom the Warburtons had crossed the plains with.  When they returned home from their honeymoon, they found that John had secured a larger house for his family and fixed up his small adobe one for them.  The 1880 Federal Census record gives the following information about John’s family: John Warburton, age 56, birthplace England, occupation laborer; Sarah Warburton, 51, birthplace England, keeping house; Elizabeth 14, James 10, and Abraham, 9.

    John and Sarah’s children grew up, married, and moved away.  Elizabeth married Albert Drounds and lived in Salt Lake.   James Thomas married Flours Foutz and they both died a few years later leaving a small daughter.  Abraham married Anna Hey and they made their home in Roosevelt, Duchesne County. 

     John’s health became poor and on 19 May 1896, at age 73, he passed away and was buried in the Pleasant Grove Cemetery.  All his children and grandchildren loved this kind and thoughtful man very much and missed him greatly.

     John Warburton was one of Christ’s sheep that recognized His voice and the truthfulness of the Gospel when he heard it.  He embraced it and lived it until his time on earth was finished.  He bore his trials and tribulations with patience and endured to the end.  Betty Sunderland sacrificed everything she had for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  She not only gave up her home, family, and native land but, she paid the ultimate price and gave her life.

    John and Betty Warburton left a name and a legacy that their posterity can be very proud of.  It is my honor to pay tribute to these two great people.

     Note: After John’s death, Sarah sold their home and spent her remaining years with her children.  She passed away at the home of her daughter Elizabeth on 5 Aug 1905 and was buried next to John in the Pleasant Grove Cemetery.  For reasons not known, a grave marker had never been put on John and Sarah’s graves.  This oversight was corrected when an engraved stone was put in place on 10 July 1999 by the grandchildren of Edward’s daughter, Clyde Harriet Warburton Carlson.  John Warburton was a handcart pioneer and a great man.  It is only right that he remembered with honor.

    Bibliography

    Proctor, Eva Mirentha Warburton, Life Story of Edward Warburton, unpublished, no date.

    Proctor, Eva Mirentha Warburton, The Life Sketch of John Warburton and Betty Sunderland and their son Edward Warburton, unpublished, no date.