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FAMILY HISTORY RESEARCH, WRITING & BLOGGING by Katie Gauger

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Helpful Online Genealogical Resourceshttp://visitingteachingsurprisedocuments.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-history-research-writing.html
 All of the resources listed in this document can also be found at: A blog, short for Web log, is basically a very easy-to-use Web site. No need to worry too much about creativity or code. Instead a blog is basically an online journal -- you just open it up and start to write -- which makes it a great medium for documenting your family history search and sharing it with the world.

A genealogy or family history blog can be used for many reasons -- to tell family stories, to document your research steps, to share your findings, to collaborate with family members or to display photos. Some genealogists have even created a blog to share daily entries from an ancestor's diary, or to post family recipes.
• Blogging: The act of writing a post for a blog
• Blogger: A person who writes content for a blog
• Blogosphere: The online community of blogs and bloggers
The earliest blogs started in the late 1990s as online diaries. As the Internet has become more social, blogs have gained in popularity. Today, there are over 100 million blogs with more entering the blogosphere everyday. Blogs have become more than online diaries. In fact, blogging has become an important part of the online and offline worlds with popular bloggers impacting the worlds of politics, business and society with their words. Anyone can start a blog thanks to the simple (and often free) tools readily available online.

What To Include on your Family History Blog
Every family is different and every family history is different. That's why you should include some information about your family and it's history on your site. If you have pictures of your family and/or your ancestors, include these too. Tell a little bit about each family member so people coming to your site will know more than just their names. If you have created a family tree, add this to your site. Then tell what kinds of information you are looking for, if any. Are you looking for more information about your family's history? Other people who are related to your ancestors? Or, maybe you want to create a family directory. Either way, you need to tell people what your site is and what you need to make it better.

1. FAMILY HISTORY BLOGGING: Blog your family history (become a Geneablogger) If you haven't created your own family history blog, now is the time. It's free and easy! There is even have a companion video series for you that will show you how - literally - at the Genealogy Gems TV Channel at YouTube. There are 3 videos currently in the series with the 4th soon to come.
• Video Part 1 Creating a Family History Blog - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nE1oXYRLMlY
• Video Part 2 “Tuning up your blog” 11:49 minutes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGhTir3iaFQ • Video Part 3 Continuing to set up your Family History Blog 17:56 minuets http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=nE1oXYRLMlY&pop_ads=0#t=347
• Video Part 4: Should be out this week.

2. BLOGGER.COM: Since the above Video Series are incomplete, if you want to learn more of how to maneuver around your blog, go to the tutorial at https://www.blogger.com/start You can:
• Take a quick tour
• Watch a video tutorial
• Discover more features
When you create a blog, you can share your thoughts, photos and more with anyone you wish all around the world. It is easy to use and to post text, photos, and videos from the web or your mobile phone. You can personalize your blog with themes, gadgets, premade backgrounds & headers, and much, much more. go to http://blogger.com

3. KATIE’S BLOGGING 101 GUIDE This is a quick tutorial on how to create a blog. You can go to the following link on one of my blogs, and print it off for yourself. This also lists some of my all time favorite blogs on subjects that interest me. Go to:
http://visitingteachingsurprise.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogging-101.html

4. USING YOUR IPOD..GENEALOGY PODCASTS & GENEAOLGY TOOLSIf you go to the following link, you can learn how to turn your Ipod into a Genealogy and Family History Tool.
• http://genealogygemspodcast.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-2-how-to-blog-your-family-history.html
• Genealogy Podcasts: http://genealogygemspodcast.com/index.php?post_id=244529
• http://www.familytreemagazine.com/podcast
• http://personallifemedia.com/podcasts/415-family-history
• http://familyhistory.podbean.com/
• http://podcasts.dearmyrtle.com/
• http://www.genealogygemspodcast.com/
• http://radio.lds.org/eng/podcasts
• http://blog.eogn.com/eastmans_online_genealogy/
• http://www.cyndislist.com/podcasts.htm

5. GENEALOGY BOOKS ONLINE (EBOOKS)
Genealogy Online by Patricia Crowe
• http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&lr=&id=jthoNqd8It4C&oi=fnd&pg=PT18&dq=blogs+for+genealogy&ots=BC7SPiXHnV&sig=y7N6Us4_jy87daaeSTfFzSEsRXI#v=onepage&q=blogs%20for%20genealogy&f=false• An Itiots Guide to Online Genealogy http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&lr=&id=vNMb_dZSOjEC&oi=fnd&pg=PR1&dq=genealogy+books+online&ots=457fwBkDB8&sig=78gVS3YVTtQzX891Mj-_kKSdPV0#v=onepage&q=genealogy%20books%20online&f=false
• Turning Memories into Memoirs – Dennis Ledouix ( a handbook for writing life stories) http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&lr=&id=QDUoXUx1UfIC&oi=fnd&pg=PA11&dq=related:auwx1u4nSMwJ:scholar.google.com/&ots=gvTZ_zREN_&sig=7ZROaNnYFAKtJNobf9kjEKeTd4Y#v=onepage&q=&f=false
• They Came in Ships ( a guide to fining your Imigrant ancestors arrival record) http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&lr=&id=thortsX3HVoC&oi=fnd&pg=PP13&dq=related:auwx1u4nSMwJ:scholar.google.com/&ots=6K8mKp48w7&sig=uoVe1fwJY-szE4XApnRq8ISX4e8#v=onepage&q=&f=false
• Unlocking Secrets of Old Photographs – Karen Frisck Ripley http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&lr=&id=Tdk4eVF0nbIC&oi=fnd&pg=PP11&dq=related:auwx1u4nSMwJ:scholar.google.com/&ots=F210aiKJlF&sig=V8I0kPUScu6KzS0WwbJa1tI1Hi4#v=onepage&q=&f=false

7. RADIO BROADCASTING - Genealogy topics
• http://www.familyrootsradio.com/
• http://radio.lds.org/eng/

8. WRITNG YOUR OWN FAMILY HISTORY
• http://www.cyndislist.com/writing.htm
• http://www.familysearch.org/eng/default.asp?page=home/welcome/site_resources.asp%3FwhichResourcePage=fhlessonseries
• http://www.familysearch.org/eng/default.asp?page=home/welcome/site_resources.asp%3FwhichResourcePage=fhlessonseries (writing a personal Family History)

9. EXCELLENT GENEALOGY SITES FOR RESEARCHERS
• http://www.familysearch.org/eng/default.asp
• http://www.cyndislist.com/
• http://www.familysearch.org/eng/default.asp?page=home/welcome/site_resources.asp%3FwhichResourcePage=fhlessonseries (how to use the internet for Family History research)
• http://www.familysearch.org/eng/search/websites/frameset_websites.asp?PAGE=browsekeysites.asp ( a bunch of family history sites on the web)
• http://www.familytreemagazine.com/101for2009/ (101 best genealogy websites for 2009)

10. BUILD A FAMILY TREE & HISTORY (Interactive & printable)
Build your own family tree and history and be able to email it to those you want to share it with when you are done. Go to http://www.pbs.org/americanfamily/tree/
• Printable Family Trees http://www.wikitree.com/printable/family-tree-diagram.html
• Printable family Trees http://www.familytreetemplates.net/
• Great site!!! http://www.earl.org.uk/family-tree-printable-pages.html
• http://www.uftree.com/family_tree_template.asp

11. FORMS & RECORD SHEETS (printable & downloadable)
• Oral History Record http://www.familytreemagazine.com/upload/images/pdf/oralhistory.pdf• Family Traditions form http://www.familytreemagazine.com/upload/images/pdf/traditions.pdf• Time Capsules http://www.familytreemagazine.com/upload/images/pdf/timecapsule.pdf
• Free downloadable & Printable forms needed to organize family history http://www.familytreemagazine.com/freeforms/

12. GETTING KIDS INVOLVED IN GENEALOGY
• Kids turn centeral Genealogy http://www.kidsturncentral.com/topics/hobbies/genforms.htm
• Kids Family tree printables & projects http://www.familytreetemplates.net/category/kids
• Cyndis List provides a comprehensive list of sites for children http://www.cyndislist.com/kids.htm

13. FUN & HELPFUL VIDEOS FAMILY - HISTORY RELATED
• Family Hairstyles http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRN1zn0AcxU
• Get Original Genealogy and Family History Records with FamilySearch New Record Search Pilot site http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lb6amn_4frQ&feature=related
• Searching on Google Scholar http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWz_jBrxnBE
• What is Genealogy Research? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEhnGff-HzM
• The Genealogy Guy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5osAppwAGFk
• Part 1 of Online Genealogy Information Gathering Method http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qO_RI4QnX4• Part 2 of Online Genealogy Information Gathering Method http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ynoQX-djFw
• Part 3 of Online Genealogy Information Gathering method http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S38ev9Kl0kk
14. GENEALOBY CLIP ART & GRAPHICS SOUCE http://genealogy.about.com/od/clipart/Genealogy_Clipart_Graphics_Family_Tree_Art.htm
15. FAMILY HISTORY BLOGSPOT - The following are blogs that are Katie’s or someone elses in her family. These are just samples of what people have done to create blogs for family history purposes, online family scrapbooking pages
• It All Started with Adelbert & Della Smith blog http://adelbertanddellasmithfamily.blogspot.com/
• Paul & Marcelene Gauger Family history blog http://paulmarcelenegaugerfamily.blogspot.com

HOW TO PUBLISH YOUR BLOG INTO A BOOKType in the search engine box “How to make your blog into a book” The following and more will come up on the page. Go into each and see the differences between the options each site offers, and then choose one and make your book. One thing to consider is the cost and each site has different costs to print your blog.
• http://blog2print.sharedbook.com
• www.blogbinders.com/
• http://emma-bagladee.blogspot.com
• http://www.blurb.com/create/book/blogbook
• http://blog2print.sharedbook.com/blogworld/printmyblog/cutestblog/index.html
• http://www.lulu.com
• http://www.creativecontinuum.com/

Cute Free printables for you & your sisters!

Sometimes I find the darlingest (if that is a word) things while surfing on the internet. Of course my surfing is because I am looking for ideas to pass on to you. I found a very cute site that has so many great ideas for little cute things to do for so many reasons.... like you know little thoughtful gift giving ideas for your visiting teaching sisters. I thought I would share some of them with you. Be sure to copy and paste the links into the search bar, as they are not active when I post here. Have fun ! I will add to the list as time permits. XOXO Katie

1. Printable Little Match book note pad. I would add a mini pen to go with it.
http://pattyschaffer.typepad.com/files/doodle-matchbook-1.pdf and http://pattyschaffer.typepad.com/files/tree-bookmarks.pdf

2. Templates for printing and folding cute little things like milk cartons, cones, boxes, cards, matchbook notepad, folding fan, etc. Very cute and cleaver! http://www.ruthannzaroff.com/mirkwooddesigns/templates.htm

3. Free Printable Grocery Shopping list, Honey Do's, cute birthday cards, recipe cards and other cute lists and printable things. http://www.erinvaledesign.com/leo_on_the_loose/freebies/

Cute and simple gift ideas to take with you Visiting Teaching

CANNING THEMED: (You will need to cut and paste these bolded links to your address bar as when posting they do not activate automatically.)
Since it is canning season, I thought I would share with you some fun ideas that I found while searching for canning recipes. Go to the following link: http://www.freshpreserving.com/pages/crafts/217.phpIdeas for using Canning Jars:
• http://wendyusuallywanders.wordpress.com/canning-jar-crafts-jar-mixes-and-jar-gifts/
• http://www.wisebread.com/sanity-saving-ideas-for-canning-jars
• http://www.thriftyfun.com/tf127414.tip.html
• http://www.motherearthsgarden.com/homemade-gift-ideas-get-out-those-canning-jars/
• http://baking.about.com/od/giftideas/ss/canningjarcakes.htm•

SEEDS THEMED: This is the time of year that you can start collecting the seeds from your flowers or vegetable garden. When plants go to seek, simply snip them off and lay them on a paper plate or paper towel to dry. It may take a week or two, but once they are completely dry, you can store them. Xpedex carries a whole lot of sizes of plastic zip lock bags from very tiny to large size. You will want some tiny ones. Then all you need to do is to print what kind of seeds they are on a colored piece of cardstock or paper and make your own header. Cut it to the size you need and staple it on to the top of the zipped bag of seeds. Instant gift giving, even when your garden is all dried up.

I found at http://www.survival-training.info/images14/SeedPacket2.jpg a template to make your own seed packets. Copy it off and cut it out. Seal sides together with a glue stick and insert seeds then seal the top. Very cute & Cleaver!

Another site to get this template for making your own flower or garden seed packet is this: http://www.squidoo.com/flowerseedpackets









Seeds: http://www.wpfamilychurch.org/files/The_Word_is_Seed.pdf

• Luke 8:11 “Now this parable is this: The seed is the Word of God.”

• Seed Quotes:

• “No one expects a seed to produce a harvest the same day that seed is planted. Sometimes the Word of God seems to spring up and bear fruit immediately. Yet, if we knew the details, we would understand that the fruit of the Word grew in that person’s life over time.”

• “A seed is persistent; it never gives up, but works day and night. Even when you are sleeping, the seed you have planted is working to grow and express itself in a fruitful harvest. We need to be patient and allow the seed to accomplish what it was sent to do”.


Here is another site that has a whole bunch of predrawn templates for different kinds of seeds, to just print off on your computerhttp://www.gardensandcrafts.com/seedpackets.html• Go to this site and then scroll down to find the template that you are looking for, then print from this site. The template used as a photo on this site won't work properly.

“A seed will stop growing without nourishment. Planting a seed is not enough to assure a harvest. A seed must be protected and taken care of until harvest time. A seed which is dug up, or not watered will not produce. The more the seeds planted, the larger the harvest will be. 2 Cor. 9:6 He who sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and he who sows bountifully will also reap bountifully”.

Talks using “Seeds” found though LDS.org

• James E. Faust, “Of Seeds and Soils,” Ensign, Nov 1999, 46
http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=23ea6a4430c0c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD

• Joseph B. Wirthlin, “Seeds of Renewal,” Ensign, May 1989, 7
http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=0a0027cd3f37b010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD

• “In the Morning Sow Thy Seed,” Ensign, Jun 2009, 40–43 http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=c6c5ceb47f381210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD

• David B. Haight, “Planting Gospel Seeds of Spirituality,” Ensign, Jan 1973, 74
• http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=2dbf438d9b76b010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD

"Faith is like a little seed, if planted it will grow" is a quote from a cute primary song. If you go to Sugar doodle, you can also find another template that is all drawn up with a tree on the outside of it with this quotes.

Maestras Visitantes

Maestras Visitantes
Mensaje Agosto 2009

Por medio de la oración, lea este mensaje y seleccione los pasajes de las Escrituras y las enseñanzas que satisfagan las necesidades de las hermanas a las que visite. Comparta sus experiencias y su testimonio e invite a las hermanas a las que enseñe a hacer lo mismo

Procuremos la instrucción académica y el aprendizaje
de toda la vida

¿Por qué debo procurar continuamente la instrucción espiritual y la secular?

D. y C. 93:36–37: “La gloria de Dios es la inteligencia, o en otras palabras, luz y verdad. La luz y la verdad desechan a aquel inicuo”.

Julie B. Beck, presidenta general de la Sociedad de Socorro: “El Señor nos ha dicho: ‘…dedicaréis vuestro tiempo al estudio de las Escrituras’ (D. y C. 26:1) y que ‘el Libro de Mormón y las Santas Escrituras [se nos han dado]… para [nuestra] instrucción’ (D. y C. 33:16). Toda mujer puede ser instructora de doctrina del Evangelio en su hogar y toda hermana de la Iglesia debe tener conocimiento del Evangelio como líder y como maestra. Si todavía no se han formado el hábito del estudio diario de las Escrituras, comiencen ahora y continúen estudiándolas a fin de estar preparadas para sus responsabilidades tanto en esta vida como en las eternidades” (“Mi alma se deleita en las Escrituras”, Liahona, mayo de 2004, pág. 107–8).

Presidente Thomas S. Monson: “Además de nuestro estudio sobre temas espirituales, el aprendizaje secular es también esencial… Les insto a procurar obtener instrucción académica, si es que aún no lo están haciendo o no lo han hecho, con el fin de estar preparadas para mantener el hogar si las circunstancias lo hicieran necesario.
“Sus talentos aumentarán a medida que estudien y aprendan. Podrán ayudar mejor a sus familias en su aprendizaje y se sentirán tranquilas al saber que se han preparado para las eventualidades de la vida” (“Tres metas para guiarte”, Liahona, noviembre de 2007, pág. 119).

¿Cómo puedo aprender durante toda la vida?

Presidente Henry B. Eyring, Primer Consejero de la Primera Presidencia: “Tendremos que tomar algunas decisiones difíciles en cuanto a la forma en que utilizaremos nuestro tiempo… Pero tengamos presente que nuestro interés por la educación no debe ser sólo por el término de la vida terrenal, sino por la vida eterna. Cuando veamos claramente esa realidad con una perspectiva espiritual, colocaremos la instrucción espiritual en primer plano sin pasar por alto la instrucción secular.
“…Y debido a que lo que tendremos que saber es difícil de discernir, necesitaremos la ayuda de los cielos para saber cuáles de la infinidad de cosas que podríamos estudiar nos beneficiarían más. Significa también que no podemos desperdiciar el tiempo divirtiéndonos cuando tengamos la oportunidad de leer o de escuchar aquello que nos servirá para aprender lo que es verídico y útil. La curiosidad insaciable será nuestro sello distintivo” (“Education for Real Life”, Ensign, octubre de 2002, págs. 18, 19).

Élder Robert D. Hales, del Quórum de los Doce Apóstoles: “Algunos de los atributos básicos que se necesitan para llegar a aprender durante toda la vida son valor, deseo fiel, humildad, paciencia, curiosidad y la disposición de comunicar y compartir el conocimiento que obtengamos.
“Mis queridas hermanas, nunca se menosprecien como mujeres o madres… No permitan que el mundo defina, denigre ni limite sus sentimientos de aprender durante toda la vida y los valores de la maternidad en el hogar, tanto aquí en la tierra como en la instrucción eterna, y los beneficios que brindan a sus hijos y a su compañero.
“El aprendizaje de toda la vida es esencial para la vitalidad de la mente, del cuerpo y del alma humanos; realza la autoestima y la motivación propia. El aprendizaje de toda la vida vigoriza mentalmente y es una gran defensa contra los efectos del envejecimiento,
de la depresión y de la duda en sí mismas” (“The Journey of Lifelong Learning,” en Universidad Brigham Young 2008–2009 Speeches [2009], págs. 2, 8–9). ◼

Keeping COOL in the hot month of August

Katie’s ideas for staying cool in the hot month of August!!!!

1. Bring out the popsicles or watch for the Ice-cream truck in your neighborhood.

2. Invite the grandkids over for a run through the sprinklers.

3. Go to the Mall shopping inside where it is very cool and air-conditioned.

4. Place ice cubes in a wet dish towel and fold around the ice. Put it around you neck and secure with an elastic band. Now see how cool your whole body stays with your neck being kept cool.

5. Don’t bake your meals, as it heats up the whole house. Enjoy cool meals including some of the wonderful cold soup recipes.http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1848,147188-242193,00.html

6. Have a get away up the canyon. The temperatures under trees are considerably less!

7. Have you ever thought of installing a mist system on your deck? They are pretty new, and keep everyone cool through misting. They don’t cost very much either.

8. Drink lots and lots of cool water filled with ice cubes. Keep a pitcher in the fridge at all times.

9. Go Ice blocking. First you get the ice blocks and get everyone together. You go to the top of a steep and grassy hill. You put the towels on top of the ice block. (Make sure the towel doesn't hang over the side of the block and touch the ground. Now, sit on the ice block, and have someone push you. It takes a few times before the grass starts to get wet, so be patient. If needed share ice blocks, after all, this is a community builder and get to know you opportunity. Things Needed:
1) Ice Blocks. You can buy them at a store or you can even get them from Gas Stations.
2) Towels. Have each resident bring a towel. Bring extras because someone always forgets.
This does tend to tear up the grass, so I might recommend finding a good hill that's not someone's front lawn. Also, you may need more than one ice block per person. If you put two together under the towel, and rub them, they will eventually melt and stick together. Make sure the towel is stuck to both of them.

10. Get out the baby pool!!!

11. Have a Squirt gun fight!

12. Play Water balloon volleyball using towels to launch the water balloons.

13. Go swimming!

14. Take a cooooool shower.

July 24th - Pioneer Day

Today is the day that we celebrate in Utah, the day the Pioneers knew that "This is the Place" that long awaited place for the Saints to settle and live away from persecutions. I can only imagine the relief of those who had traveled so far, and had experienced so many trials, tragedies, loss of loved ones, sickness, and famine. I would also bet that a few of them looked and thought that they certainly had alot of work to do now that they had arrived.

For my last post, I wanted to share with you a letter from a sweet Danish Pioneer woman, who expressed a few thoughts she had about her pioneer trek. Her name was Marie Louise Lautrup. I wished I could find a picture of her, but I don't. I hope that you enjoy this letter....

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

I could not resist the temptation to write to you, because I know all of you will be happy to hear from Zion, your home. I long deeply to hear from you, from little Denmark, and to know whom the Lord has given the grace to emigrate home this year. I would also like to know whether any of my friends or acquaintances have joined the Church. I know that the work of the Lord goes forward with power every day, and it is a joy to hear the testimony that is constantly given to the Danish Saints. I have not yet had the opportunity to give you a description of this area, the beautiful valleys between the mountains. All of nature is remarkably beautiful out here. Salt Lake City lies in a lovely valley surrounded by high mountains that form a wall Around it. The city is not densely built up, like cities in Denmark. Nevertheless, it holds several thousand inhabitants. The houses are so far from each other that each one has a garden and a yard. Many people also have several acres of land outside the city. The streets are wide but unpaved. The sidewalks are made of clay and are lined with trees, as are the streets. Clear water from the mountains flows along both sides of the street like streams. It is fresh and delicious. It is remarkable to look up at the high mountains, which in many places are covered with forest. People drive up there to get timber and fuel. The cattle always run loose, and it is strange to see horses, cows, sheep, and all kinds of cattle grazing in the mountains. The slopes are very steep in many places, but they are so accustomed to it that it is nothing for them to run up and down. This is true not only of the Salt Lake Valley, but of the other valleys as well. Every city or town is surrounded by mountains. In some places there are sulphurous mountains, from which flows boiling water. I traveled past one such place between Salt Lake City and Farmington. People here dress quite like the Danes, especially the ladies. They wear round hats. The men's clothing resembles that of sailors; in the summer they wear colored shirts of chintz and in winter of wool. They usually wear coats and have straw hats as well as gray and brown plush hats. Their military uniform is a dark blue coat with gold buttons and gold braid, dark trousers with scarlet piping, a scarlet scarf, and now they have a new kind of hat made of black felt and silk plush adorned with black feathers. They are round and go up like a sugar loaf but look dashing.... The Fourth of July was American Independence Day and was celebrated everywhere in the United States. Here in Farmington it was celebrated with music and a military parade through the streets. Today is 24 July, when we remember the founding of the Church in the desert. The celebration was held in a forest in the mountains several kilometers from Salt Lake City. . .

Marie Louise Lautrup

A story and the photo above were printed in The Pioneer, S.U.P., Vol. 5 No. 7 Winter 1953, Page 19, as a reprint of an editorial which appeared in the October 15, 1953 issue of the Utah Farmer. These stories state that this log cabin built in September 1847 by Osmyn Deuel and located just north of the east portion of the old Fort was the oldest house built in Utah. The Pioneer, Vol. 6, No. 1, Spring 1954, page 23 retracted the two stories referenced above. The Pioneer corrected that the oldest cabin/house built in Utah was built at the mouth of the Weber River in 1845 by Miles Goodyear and he sold this cabin and his holdings of 225 square miles to Captain James Brown in November 1847 for $1,950. It is reported that he built two or three cabins and one of these is today preserved in Ogden as the "Oldest House in Utah".

July 22 - Orr, Maggie Anna Ferrell

http://www.suplibrary.org/stories/detail.asp?id=190 Copy and paste into your address bar and this will take you to the story of Maggie Anna Ferrell Orr, another of the wonderful Pioneering Women.

July 17 - Handmade by the Pioneers

Well ladies, it has been a busy day for me and I am just barely getting to the post for Friday, and in only about 15 minutes it is going to be Saturday. I found this site earlier on in the day that had separate links to many of the things that Pioneers did. I think as we look at these things, we can be grateful that we don't have to dip our own candles (unless we want to), churn our own butter (once again unless if we want to) and so many other things. Go to the following links and you can see how Pioneers did things. It is fun and interesting and made me appreciate the fact that I live in this day and age, and not when the Pioneers lived, however they wouldn't have known the difference.

I hope that by morning some of these sites are up and running again. I will check back and see, and for some reason, they won't open right now. Enjoy ther rest! Katie G.

This is the site http://www.foodtimeline.org/foodpioneer.html
Here is another source of good information: http://heritage.uen.org/resources/food_list.htm

Hand dipped candles
http://www.lhf.org/cgi-bin/gygactivity.pl?35

Butter Churning
http://www.lhf.org/cgi-bin/gygactivity.pl?22

1850 Cross-Cut Sawing
http://www.lhf.org/cgi-bin/gygactivity.pl?23

Ironing
http://www.lhf.org/cgi-bin/gygactivity.pl?26

Baking
http://www.lhf.org/cgi-bin/gygactivity.pl?21

Interesting Recipes
http://www.mdc.mo.gov/teacher/highered/crafts/craft19.htm

Emma Vilate Johnson

I came upon this darling picture when I was doing my Pioneer Women Research on the internet. It was such a darling photo, it intrigued me enought that I desired to find out more about this woman. I found this link http://myfamilyhistory6.blogspot.com/ and found that it took me to a wonderful blogspot that was created by a woman. Her blog is dedicated to family history.

Instead of adding a Pioneer Woman story, I suggest that you go to this blog and see the pioneering efforts of linking family of generations past, to the present and making ancestors live through the stories and photos that are displayed.

July 16 - Margaret Alice McBride

Margaret Alice McBride is another of my ancestors who traveled to Utah in the Martin Handcart Company. I was reading through some genealogy and stories that my sister sent me this year for Christmas, and I stopped for a moment to read about her life. I laughed at the very end of this story as it talks about a letter that was written about her that said, "Your good sister (Margaret Alice) is physically all well, but has lost her memory almost entirely." Now I know where I got the memory loss genes.... from my relative Margaret.

Margaret Alice was the youngest in the family of Robert McBride 3rd and Margaret Ann Howard. Born June 29,1853, in Southport, Lancashire, England, and given her mother's name, she came to be affectionately known as "Little Maggie." She was just short of three years old, when her parents finalized preparations to migrate to America. Boarding the ship May 13, 1856, they landed in Boston Harbor June 30, the day after her third birthday.

Little Maggie shared in the arduous journey across the plains and mountains into Utah, much of which has been outlined in the accounts of the lives of her parents and other family members. At the tender age of three years it is doubtful that she would remember very much about those significant events. There were many children in the Martin Handcart Company, and they were given all the care limited facilities could afford. Any old enough to go it on foot were required to do so. Little Maggie, a mere toddler, always had her special place atop the equipment on the handcart. At times she, with other children, rode in the wagons when crossing rivers or in other difficult or dangerous situations.

The mother, Margaret, suffered much illness during the trip, and of course the father, Robert, lost his life. Much of the care of Maggie fell to Janetta and the other youngsters, a duty they willingly shared. Even with all the attention the family could give her, Maggie suffered a great deal. The rigors of traveling and camping in a hostile wilderness, the bitter cold, lack of food and clothing, took their toll. The tot barely survived. After suffering from hunger and exhaustion, she would cry herself to sleep. Seldom is one of such tender years required to undergo the privations she did.

Even after arriving in Utah, life for Margaret Alice remained a struggle for many years. Those early years were spent in the small town of Eden, Weber County. Here she attended school and received what education the Western Frontier made available. Closely associated with the church, she learned at an early age to love the gospel and to cherish all the church had to offer. It seems that the trauma of crossing the plains and finally getting settled in Eden had welded the McBride family firmly together. Little Maggie held a special place in the hearts of those who survived with her. Loved and cherished by them, she grew to be a beautiful and talented young lady.

Margaret Alice married Erastus White Snow, son of Apostle Erastus Show, August 3, 1874, at age twenty. They were sealed on that date in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, as no temple had been completed in the church at that time. Shortly thereafter they moved to St. George, Utah, where they made their home for the next ten years. During this period five children were born to them, three of whom died in infancy. Their first, Maggie May, lived only one month; their third child, Clifford, lived two years, nine months; and their fourth, Herbert, lived just short of one year. Both boys mentioned died of diphtheria on the same day, May 5, 1882. These were trying times indeed for the young mother. From dates of events taken from the life of her mother (Margaret Ann), it appears that the latter was visiting with Maggie and Erastus Snow in St. George: one time when their first boy, Junius Claude, was born, January 2, 1877, and another time when the two younger boys died, May 5,1882. The mother's presence there may have helped young Maggie bear up under some difficult times.

In the year 1884, Margaret Alice and Erastus moved to Provo, Utah, with their two children, Junius Claude and Ethel. In Provo two more daughters were born, Edna, January 10, 1885, and Lucille, February 12, 1887. Sometime after the birth of Lucille, the Snow family moved to Salt Lake City. The purpose and circumstances of this move are not known. However, soon thereafter, Margaret Alice was left a widow with their four surviving children. Erastus died March 20, 1888, in Salt Lake city. (He was thirty-nine. Cause of death not known.)

A few years after her husbands death, Margaret married Antone T. Christensen. They lived in Salt Lake City until their children were married, then the couple moved to California (after 1912.

Upon the death of her sister, Janetta Ann Ferrin, Margaret was notified of her passing by a letter from their brother, Peter Howard McBride. Margaret's reply has been preserved. Written from Ocean Park, California dated January 22, 1925, the letter is informative about her condition at that time. Reproduced here, her letter reveals that she is happy and in good health (then seventy-one years old), although possessed with a certain longing to be nearer other family members, or return to "Zion."

A bit of correspondence adds to the record. This one written by Maggie's husband, Antone, upon the death of Peter's wife, Ruth Dated April 30, 1932, at Long Beach, California, Brother Christensen offers condolences, then speaks thus of his wife's condition: “Your good sister (Margaret Alice) is physically all well, but has lost her memory almost entirely. But she is loving, good and kind and I am caring for her the best I know how. Let us hear from you again soon” Your Brother and Sister, AT. Christensen

From this we gather that they were then living in Long Beach California, with Margaret's health beginning to fail, possibly from stroke. Apparently her condition worsened, rendering her physically debilitated. Margaret passed away in Long Beach, July 25, 1934.

All this information was found at http://www.surnames.com/documented_websites/arminta/margaret_alice_mcbride_.htm

July 15 - Julia Ann Chapman Lee

JULIA ANN CHAPMAN LEE
Submitted By: Rodney Orr Chapman

JULIA ANN CHAPMAN LEE
20 August 1825 - 10 July 1852

Julia Ann Chapman was born 20 August 1825, in Eugene, Vermilion County, Indiana to Isaac Benjamin Chapman and Solona Brown Chapman. She married Isaac Lee and had a daughter Mariette, born 1846, Elizabeth Ann, born November 20, 1848, Eliza Ann, born December 20, 1850. Isaac helped build the Nauvoo Temple. He was a member of the Nauvoo Martial Bank. He started west with his father's family in 1849, but his wife Julia Ann became ill on the trail, which delayed his coming. She died July 10, 1852 at Loops Fork, leaving him with three small daughters. He arrived in Utah in 1852 (the same year Isaac Moroni Chapman arrived in the valley with his three remaining sisters). When Isaac Lee was forced, because of his wife's illness, to pull his wagon out of Brother Benson's train, he camped for a few days to allow her to recover. In spite of the fact that she had rest and fresh meat, she still remained weak. Her cough was sometimes violent. Concluding that they could not make the trip west this summer, they turned back and by easy stages made their way to Loup's Fork. With good milk and the tender care of the sisters who were living there, Julia made a partial recovery. Feeling that his wife, during the winter, might have a better chance to recover back in Kanesville, Isaac made a bed for her in the wagon box, then slowly and carefully he returned to Missouri.
Immediately, Isaac set about finding a house. Although they were dismantling the houses at Winter Quarters, Isaac got a place there for temporary shelter. Being an experienced sawmill man, he found employment immediately. Leaving Julia in the hands of a few women
still living in Winter Quarters, he began looking for a more personal place to live. He was unwilling to take her into Kanesville itself, for it was often ravaged with malaria and cholera. Finally he found a farm on the east bench above the river which had been abandoned by one of the Saints leaving for the West. He moved onto this farm and hauled one of the log houses from Winter Quarters and set it up in a protected ravine filled with trees and shrubs. Here Julia felt more at home.
Realizing that Julia was pregnant again, they both did everything they could to strengthen her for the ordeal. The baby came on a chilly night on the 19th of November 1850. For a time it was touch and go whether Julia would make it. The baby was farmed out to a big healthy Scandinavian woman who nursed it along with her own child. As the spring came, Julia ate dandelion greens, drank milk, and lay stripped to the skin in a protected place until her body was tanned like leather. During this summer, Isaac raised a crop on the land he occupied. Although she was not well, Julia lived comfortably through the winter of 1851, doing as little as possible, allowing her body to heal.
With the coming of spring, the brethren made a concerted drive to get all the Saints out of Kanesville. Other than for Julia's health, Isaac was well equipped to travel. In the heat of the late spring, Julia gained some weight and felt pretty well. Deciding that they could safely make the trip, Isaac loaded the wagon, making a special bed for his wife. At first she did very well, cheerful that at last they could go west and be with their relatives. But as the trip continued, the strain began to tell. Some mornings she was unable to get up. When they crossed Loup's Fork they again pulled out of the line, getting one of the Elders who lived at the Fork, Isaac and he administered to her. She seemed to relax and feel better, but during the night she lapsed into her last long sleep.
After they buried her, Isaac was so grief stricken that he sat for days, staring in front of him, felled by his tragedy. One evening James Walsh came to his fire and said, "I have seen many tragedies along the trail, and I respect you for your grief, but life must go on. Now you owe your little ones an even greater responsibility than before. Now you must be both father and mother to them. Crying tears of anguish over your lost wife is right and proper, but you must never allow your grief to immobilize you. What would Julia want you to do? You have begun a great quest, which, unfortunately, she was too weak to finish. Now you must finish it for her."
Out in the night Isaac walked for hours, asking why? Why? But with the coming of midnight, a peace enveloped him like a cloud. His beliefs taught him that although her body was dead, she, herself was still alive and would wait for him. He must not fail her. The next morning, 10 July 1852, he gathered a bunch of wild flowers and placed them at the base of the rude plank marker. They yoked up the oxen and started west.

I found this story in the website of the Sons of Utah Pioneers, and this is the direct link to this story: http://www.suplibrary.org/stories/detail.asp?id=189

July 14 – Louisa Miller Belleston

I added this story as I think it is important for us to understand alittle bit about the Perpetual Emigration fund. The Perpetual Emigration Fund was organized by Brigham Young to assure that all worthy Saints, regardless of economic circumstances, could come to Zion. Members paid into the fund what they could afford, drew what was needed and endeavored to repay any differenceas soon as possible after arrival.

James Thomas paid into this Fund sufficient to provide an outfit for the journey across the Plains. Then, after making a visit to London to bid farewell to his family there, the Bellistons packed their provisions and took the train for Liverpool, the most common point of departure for Mormon Emigrants to the United States. They left three children buried in England and took with them four living children: William Robert, age nine; Thomas, just turned seven; James Thomas Jr. just five and Louisa Maria, not yet six months old. They sailed on 15 February 1853 aboard the sailing vessel Elvira Owen, in a company of 343 presided over by Joseph W. Young.Six weeks later they arrived in New Orleans.

It is a credit to the masterful organizing efforts of presiding Church authorities of that time that so few lost their lives in the crossing. Many immigrant vessels were lost at sea, but of 333 transatlantic crossings of Mormon emigrants, not one vessel was lost. Most in that time had never traveled far from their homes and were ill prepared for such a journey. They suffered great hardship, sickness and disease. But their faith sustained them.

For many, the sea voyage was more frightening and dangerous than crossing the Plains in a covered wagon. Everyone was seasick, especially in storms. In the cramped, dark, suffocating cabins, the odors and misery were extreme. Food was never ample and never appetizing.Rations consisted of beef, pork, peas, beans, potatoes, barley, rice, prunes, coffee, tea, rye bread,herring and oil for the lamps. Space for so many humans was inadequate. Beds were uncomfortable. Germs of all kinds thrived in the close quarters. It was a test for the hardiest.But it was often fatal for the infirm and for children, who were buried at sea encased in a canvasshroud, after a simple service.

The Saints on the Elvira Owen landed at New Orleans on 31 March 1853 and departed as soon as possible up the Mississippi River. This journey too was difficult. River paddle wheelers made about six miles per hour against the river current. Fire, collision and exploding boilers were dangerous and threatening. In the forty years between 1810 and 1850, more than 4,000 people lost their lives in steamboat disasters. But the Bellistons apparently made it to Keokuk without serious incident. They were among a sizable group who disembarked at Keokuk, Iowa,across the river from Nauvoo. Here they acquired the ox team, covered wagon and other supplies arranged through the Perpetual Emigration Fund.

For this one year the staging point for LDS immigrants was in this new city, where the pioneers found work building city streets and other improvements while awaiting assignment to acompany for the journey across the Great Plains. Their company was to follow the trail of the Nauvoo refugees across Iowa to Council Bluffs, and from there to the Valley.

Journey to Zion:
The company with the Bellistons reached the Salt Lake Valley on 6 October 1853, just under eight months from their departure from England. No modern city welcomed them. The Pioneers had arrived only six years before and the desert was still waiting to blossom. They had been a long time without the comforts of a home. They were greeted by friends from England,the William Reeves family, and moved in with them. When the Reeves moved, they continued to occupy the home which belonged to Orin Woodbury until they were able to build their own small adobe home at 268 West 6th South in Salt Lake City. James Thomas had worked in the adobe yard and sold adobes and had also made enough for his own home. He traded work for other supplies and finally traded his best suit of clothes for enough lumber to finish the house.

Sadness came to the family while they lived in the Woodbury house. William Robert died soon after his tenth birthday, just three months after their arrival in the Valley. Death struck again shortly after they moved into their own home, taking their second daughter, little two year old Louisa Maria, who had been named for her mother, Louisa. This left only two of their seven children living, until the birth in 1855 of Emily. Later, in a dugout in Payson, where the family had fled from Johnston’s Army, Joseph Ephraim was born. Sarah, their last child, was born in Nephi in 1864. Although it was not unusual in their time to lose children to untimely deaths,these deaths brought with them great sadness.

It is likely the family would have continued to live on their property in Salt Lake City,had it not been for Johnston's Army. When this large militia approached the Valley in 1857 to put down a phantom "rebellion" of the Mormons, Brigham Young dug in his heels and sent his own militia out into Echo Canyon to prevent their entry. James Thomas joined this force of 1200 men, which successfully stalled Johnson's advance. But in May of 1848, when Johnston's Army entered the Valley, the Bellistons and many others left their homes and moved away from the city. Later James sold that house, which had cost about $400, for a mere $100.

They moved to Payson, piled all their worldly belongings on the ground under the wagon cover, secured a small lot and proceeded to dig a hole in the hillside, surround it with homemade adobes and cover it with a sod roof. In this makeshift home with a dirt floor, Joseph Ephraim was born a few weeks later. One year later, James Thomas sold the dugout for a pig valued at$20 (which was promptly butchered for meat), paid Edward Jones $80 for a lot at 225 South First East in Nephi and built another home, where he and Louisa lived until their deaths.

If you would like to read more aout Louisa and her family, as this represents just snippits taken from it, you can read more by going to http://www.suplibrary.org/stories/detail.asp?id=136 Many more stories can be found on the site that I found this story which is "The Sons of Utah Pioneers" found at http://www.utahpioneers.org/index.htm

July 13 - Mary Ann Payne

Submitted By: Roger Slagowski (At the age of eight, with his entire family (father, James Mellor Sr.(37), mother, Mary Ann Payne (36); sister, Louise (15); sister, Elizabeth (14); sister, Mary Ann (10); brother, William C. (5); and the twins, Emma N. And Clara A. (3)) sailed from Liverpool, England on the ship "Horizon" in 1856. Just before they left for America, Mary Ann Payne gave birth to twins, Elizabeth and Eliza Mellor, who died after birth. Although the mother was so sick that she was told she would die on the boat, she was blessed by the Elders who told her that she would live to see Zion. They landed in Boston Harbor June 2,1856, traveled to Iowa City, Iowa which they left on Jul 28,1856. They left Florence, Nebraska (Winter Quarters) with the Martin Handcart Company, on Aug 25,1856 with 576 people (See the book Charlotte Elizabeth by Jo Ann Mellor Felix for more details). Arrived in the Salt Lake valley Nov 30,1856 after suffering severe hardships.

Not one member of his family died on that fateful journey; but one of the 3 year old twin girls never had her shoe size get larger than size 3 because of frostbite of her feet from the trip.


While with the Martin Handcart Company, Mary Ann Payne, James Mellor Senior's wife decided to lighten their load by selling some of her children's clothes in Iowa which was two miles away. She knew that the company would go on without her; but, she felt that she could catch up quickly because she would be traveling light. She left early in the morning with her oldest daughter, Louisa (age 16). When they reached the town they found that no one in town wanted to buy the clothes; so, they decided to go door to door. By the time they had sold the clothes, it was noon-time. They left quickly and attempted to catch up with the company. Mary, however, was so hungry and faint that she finally told Louisa to go on without her. Louisa would have none of that. She instead walked ahead a short distance, kneeled down, and poured out her heart to the Lord to help them. She arose and headed back toward her mother on the same path she had just taken. She walked a short distance when she suddenly saw something in the prarie grass. It was a freshly baked pie! It was laying right side up, and the crust wasn't even broken. They both thanked the Lord for the immediate answer to her prayer, ate the pie, and resumed their tip toward the company. In the meantime, since they had not caught up with the company in the time expected, James Sr. had taken his handcart to go look for them. He found them and took them in the handcart back to camp. The company eventually got stranded and rescue parties were sent to help them.

Louisa (the 16-year old) also had another experience in which her hair became frozen to the ground at night, and the company had to use an axe to cut her free. They had no better tools to use.

This story can be found at http://www.suplibrary.org/stories/detail.asp?id=195

Margaret McNeil (Ballard)

I wish that I could just copy and paste this marvelous story here for you, but since there are copyrights involved, you will need to go to the actual link where I found her information. Copy and paste this link into your address bar:

http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://heritage.uen.org/images/McNeilMargaret.gif&imgrefurl=http://heritage.uen.org/pioneers/Wc7b28175fe4df.htm&usg=__-cuK44st0saRIjbXhWmmyT_YdD8=&h=215&w=191&sz=28&hl=en&start=1&um=1&tbnid=Ug2yeOWiXeZZMM:&tbnh=106&tbnw=94&prev=/images%3Fq%3DMargaret%2BMcNeil%2BBallard%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1W1DLUS_en%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1

I also wanted to note that her story and photo can also be found in the book "I Walked to Zion" by Susan Arrington Madsen beginning on page 124 - 127. This book is wonderful and is filled with true stories of Young pioneers on the Mormon trail. If you like to read books and want one about Pioneers, I recommend this as a very good read! Katie G.

July 11 - Jane Jenkins Howe

A WIDOW SUPPORTING HER FAMILY
Submitted By: Ray Don Reese
Jane Jenkins was born on 24 August 1806 in Wick , Glamorgan, South Wales. She married William Howe on 7 May 1833 in St. Brides, Glamorgan, South Wales. They made their home in Wick which is a small community near the sea. They were blessed to have four children born to them. They were Cecilia, William, Ann, and Jane. Her husband, William, was the talk of the surrounding country because he was very strong. It was said he could lift great barrels of beer with ease which he delivered from the manufacturers to the retailers.

While the children were quite young, William contracted a prolonged illness and died on 1 August 1846 at St. Brides. In order to support herself and her family of small children, Jane made cookies, cakes, and bread which were put into small home made baskets and the children would sell them to regular customers and at the Southern Down Resort. In order to have a variety of cakes, the mother and children would go down to the seashore when the tide was out and gather larva from the rocks. This substance looked somewhat like lettuce. They washed the sand from it and put it into baskets and buckets. It was later baked as part of the cakes. These children thought nothing of walking three or four miles and selling this food for a schilling a pound. Sometimes Cecilia and Ann worked as nurse girls and as ladies maids.
The mother spent a great deal of time in the grain fields gleaning in order to feed a few ducks and geese which they kept in their yard. These were fattened, killed, dressed and sold in the market at Bridgend, about four miles from Wick. This industrious mother would sometimes make clothing and dye cloth for people. This added a little more to the family income. Her yeast jar was always kept well filled in order to be exchanged for flour.

In about 1863-64, Jane heard from her brother, David Jenkins, that a John Taylor was in Merthyr-Tydell preaching about a new religion. She and some neighbors walked there to hear about this new doctrine. Jane Howe was one of the first persons in the St. Brides area to be baptized into this new religion. She belonged to the Cardiff Branch and there was a great deal of prejudice against this new Church. They performed their baptisms at night and dried their clothes around the stoves in their homes. The children were not allowed to go to school because of their religion.
By this time the children had married and left home and Jane met a LDS widower, William Williams. They married and in 1866 decided to immigrate to Utah. They left Liverpool, England on 18 May 1866 on the sailing vessel, Arch Bright.

The Civil War was not long over and the immigrants were ordered to go by way of the Canadian border and the St. Lawrence River. They finally arrived in Chicago and were placed in cattle cars to Missouri. Here they took a boat up the Missouri River to old Fort Kearney which was the outfitting place of the Mormons in 1865-66. They were begged to stay over the winter but William Williams is reported to have said, “I’m going to Zion if I die on the way.” When Jane heard the men cursing while preparing to leave she asked Captain Thompson if they were Latter-day Saints. He answered, “”Well, they’re suppose to be.” She said, “Well, I never heard such language.” While traveling over the plains many became ill because of the bad water and poor food. William Williams was one of them and his last words were, “I am at peace with all men and on the road to Zion.”

Jane Howe Williams arrived in Salt Lake City on 27 October 1866. Being alone and with a place to stay she said, “Well, if this is Zion I wish I were back in Wales.” After about a month of staying with a Welsh family, John S. Davis, in Salt Lake she decided to move to Spanish Fork where there were more Welsh settlers. Here she again began to support herself by doing many of the things she had done in Wales. She would go out and do sewing by the day and many times had walked from Spanish Fork to the swamp west of Springville to gather hops. She used those to make yeast which she exchanged for flour and sugar.

Later she married a devout Latter-day Saint widower by the name of David Evan Davis. When she was about eighty her daughter, Ann, who was married to George Crane invited them to move to Kanosh, Utah to be near her. Her husband, David Evan Davis, died in February 1889 and she died 23 December 1889 in Kanosh where she is buried. This story is taken from a short history written by her granddaughter, Maude Crane Melville. Maude’s daughter, Ethel Melville, became the wife of Horace Sorenson, a NSSUP past president and the founder of Pioneer Village.

This story can be found at this link: http://www.suplibrary.org/stories/detail.asp?id=194

July 8 - Catherine Gougar Goodman

This Pioneer was not a Utah Pioneer, but her story is well worth noting.

South of the Alfred Immell home near the Chillicothe-Columbus pike, west of Kingston, Ohio, has been erected a fine monument to mark the last resting place of Catherine Gougar Goodman, the first white woman settler in Ross County, of whom there is any positive record.

The monument was erected by her descendants headed by Ex-Mayor Oliver P. Goodman of Kingston. Many of the family live in Green Township and Chillicothe. The spot where the monument stands had been cleared by Catherine Goodman herself and it was her request that she be buried there. It is now visited by many tourists, standing as it does on historic ground; -- ground where she herself was held captive by the Shawanese Indians. The inscription on the monument reads,

In memory of Catherine Gougar, pioneer wife and mother, born in New Jersey, 1732, captured by the Indians 1744 in Berks County, Pennsylvania, and for five years held a captive at and near this place. Sold to French-Canadian Traders, she served in Canada for two years. Finally gaining her freedom, she returned to her former home only to find her parents gone and herself homeless. She lived with friends until 1756 when she married George Goodman, who died in 1795. With her son, John, came to Ohio in 1798 and by a strange fortune, settled on this spot where she had been held a captive while with the Indians. Died in 1801 and lies here in the place chosen by herself and cleared by her own hands. This monument erected by her great great grandchildren in 1915.

Her parents emigrated to Northumberland County, PA, when she was a little girl and later moved to Berks County, being among the early Pioneer families in that part of the county. In 1744 when she was 12 years old, she and a little brother were captured by Indians. Her father [and brothers] were killed in the fight, but her mother [and a sister] had gone to a spring some distance away earlier to get water and were not discovered by the Indians.

The Indians took Catherine and her younger brother westward and on the third day the little boy was unable to keep up with the march. Catherine saw two Indians lagging behind with him. After a while the two again joined the march. The sister saw a little fair haired scalp hanging to their trophy belt and recognized it as being that of her little brother. She knew then that he had been killed. Catherine was held captive for five years but was not unkindly treated. As stated above, she was traded to French-Canadians, who took her to Canada where she remained two years.

Finally returning to Pennsylvania, she found her mother [and sister] dead and the cabin home abandoned. She remained with friends there until her marriage with George Goodman in 1756. Six children were born to them, four sons and two daughters. In 1798, Mrs Goodman, then 66 years old, came to Ross County, Ohio with her son John, who took up land in what is now Green Township.

His mother recognized the places where she had lived when a captive of the Shawanese Indians. She had brought with her a left handed sickle made for her in Berks County in 1757. On this sickle, is cut the name of R. W. Shaw, possibly the name fo the man who made it. (The sickle is in the possession of Alice Goodman of Kingston, Ohio.) With this implement, the aging pioneeer helped to clear a spot which she recalled as one of the scenes of her Indian captivity. Here she lived and died, and at her request, she was buried on the spot she had cleared. A monument has been erected by her descendants, who still live on the original tract, to mark the last resting place of a pioneer mother whose strange experience has seldom been equaled.

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Ohio Cues, PERSI: OHCU, Volume 23, Issue 1, October, 1973.

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Comments anyone?

How are you doing with your Visiting Teaching for this month? Do you have your appointments made? Do you know what the lesson is about for this month?? Here is a clue.... you can find the message here:

http://www.lds.org/library/display/0,4945,2044-1-4844-1,00.html

In keeping with the Pioneer and Ancestor theme, I copied one of the quotes from the July 2009 Visiting Teaching lesson that seemed to me to fit in rather well.

"President Howard W. Hunter (1907–95): "Let us hasten to the temple as frequently as time and means and personal circumstances allow. Let us go not only for our kindred dead, but let us also go for the personal blessing of temple worship, for the sanctity and safety which is provided within those hallowed and consecrated walls. The temple is a place of beauty, it is a place of revelation, it is a place of peace" ("The Great Symbol of Our Membership, " Tambuli, Nov. 1994, 6; Ensign, Oct. 1994, 5)."

I would love to hear from you about this or any other stories you have to share about the visits you make each month. Please feel free to comment in the section below. Thanks! Katie G.

July 7 - Elizabeth Case Milam Wheeler

For the link to the story of the life of this wonderful pioneer woman, please copy and paste this link to your address bar.
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July 6 - Pioneer Recipes

To go to the links to find these pioneer recipes, you will need to copy and paste the link in the address bar. Enjoy your reading. Katie G.

You can find the following Pioneer Recipes by going to this link http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Magazines/Friend/1975.htm/friend%20july%201975.htm/pioneer%20recipes.htm?fn=document-frame.htm&f=templates&2.0

Buttermilk Doughnuts-“Pioneer Recipes,” Friend, July 1975, 40 (President Brignam Young enjoyed this pastry)
Apple Candy
Bread and Milk - President Wilford Woodruff often enjoyed this.
Old-Fashioned Muffins - Horseshoe Cookies
Johnnycake - A favorite dish of the Prophet Joseph Smith.
Washboard Cookies
Toasted Spicecake
Pioneer Hardtack
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Homemade Butter - I found this cute blog that shows the process for making homemade butter in a jar. go to http://crunchychickencooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/handmade-butter.html

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I found a cute cookbook that you can read portions of it online called "Log Cabin Cooking" and you can find it at this link http://books.google.com/books?id=B-RtAYTwJ1sC&dq=Pioneer+Recipes&printsec=frontcover&source=bl&ots=FGTRVaeAoK&sig=BZjRvHZf9UCAhzj4vs3qJXkQg5U&hl=en&ei=gf1QSoe5A4WosgPRp9CqDQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=10

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Pioneer Soap
106 ounces rendered fat, or tallow, or combination of both
14 ounces lye
41 ounces cold water
NOTE - If you use rendered kitchen fat you may opt to add fragrance to minimize the cooking odors.

If you want a variety of other types of soap recipes go to http://waltonfeed.com/old/old/soap/soapreci.html

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You can find more of the Pioneer Recipes found below by going to this link: http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Magazines/Friend/1978.htm/friend%20july%201978.htm/pioneer%20recipes.htm?fn=document-frame.htm&f=templates&2.0

Honey Candy
Pioneer Lettuce Salad
Rice in Cream
Molasses Candy

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Even More Pioneer recipes found at this link: http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Magazines/Friend/1993.htm/friend%20july%201993.htm/kitchen%20krafts.htm?fn=document-frame.htm&f=templates&2.0

Nauvoo Ginger Cookies
Homemade Butter
Old-Fashioned Pickles

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Now if all these Pioneer recipes aren't enough for you, then go to the following link and you will find all kinds of recipes and even more fun things. thttp://waltonfeed.com/old/old/index.html

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Yet even some more recipes that you have not yet seen go to http://www.footnote.com/page/1782_mormon_pioneer_cooking/

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July 5 - Ann Parker

One of my very favorite Pioneer Stories of all time comes from Ann Parker. My guess is that you too would remember this one. I wanted to give you a break from another long read, so here is a wonderful story of faith through the eyes of Ann Parker. I call this story "The Red Shawl".

Falling asleep at the wrong place had greater hazards for six-year-old Arthur Parker. He had crept into the shade to rest during a morning break on a sultry June day in 1896 and had been left behind. His parents, Robert and Ann Parker, had assumed he was playing along the way with other children and did not miss him until they stopped that afternoon to make camp in the face of a sudden thunderstorm. It was then they realized Arthur was not with them.

Who can imagine the rising panic these parents felt in the next two days as the company remained while the men searched for their son? Finally, on July 2, with no alternative, the company was ordered west. Robert Parker went back alone to continue searching for his missing child. As he was leaving, his wife pinned a red shawl around his shoulders and said words such as these: "If you find him dead, wrap him in the shawl to bury him. If you find him alive, use this as a flag to signal us." Then with a sinking heart, she and their other children struggled on. Out on the trail each night Ann scanned the horizon for her husband, eyes straining for the sign. Day after frigthening day-nothing. Then, just at sundown on July 5, she saw a figure approaching from the east. In the last light of the setting sun she saw the glimmer of the bright, red shawl.

One of the diaries records, "Anne Parker fell in a pitiful heap upon the sand, and that night, for the first time in six nights, she slept." On July 5, Archer Walters recorded, "Brother Parker came into camp with a little boy that had been lost. Great joy through the camp. The mother's joy I cannot describe." It seems the little boy, sick with illness and terror, had been found by a woodcarver who had cared for him until his father had found him.

July 4 - Margaret Howard McBride (My Ancestor)

I wanted to share with you some of my own Pioneer history. I am blessed to be here because of Margaret Howard McBride. She was the wife of Robert Mc Bride
This information was taken from Peter Howare McBride, son of Margaret Howard McBride who is my direct ancestor. The link to this story is found here: http://heritage.uen.org/companies/Wc23ba858de619.htm

Peter Howard McBride, (Martin Handcart Company. His father crossed the Platte River 25 times helping others and died that night.)

Peter Howard McBride, son of Robert and Margaret Howard McBride, was born in Ireland May 3, 1850. He was the youngest son in a family of five children, his sister Jenetta and two brothers Heber Robert and Ether Enos, older than he, and a baby sister Margaret, three years younger. His father and mother, Robert and Margaret Howard McBride, lived on the shore of the island which is situated in the Firth of Clyde. He tells of his grandparents, Robert McBride and Jenett Sharp, who lived in Aukive, Ireland: "My grandfather was a sailor. I have heard him say he had landed in every port where a ship could stick it's hull. He had a fine home but was seldom there. I well remember one time my grandfather anchored his ship close to our home and launched a boat with his effects and rowed to shore, got a wheelbarrow and piled his things on it and hurried for the house. A wave struck us, grandfather put me on top of the load and by the time we were up on the hill the water stood thirty feet deep where we had just been." Items from the journal of Peter Howard McBride follow:
Grandfather, like a lot of the Irish at that time, believed in fairies. The country in Ireland is a paradise of flowers, grass, wooded land, with the heather blooming everywhere. They would arise early in the morning before the break of day, slip out into the wonderland of flowers in order to get a glimpse of the fairies before they scampered away. They had manv myths and great imagination. When I was three years old our family moved to Churchtown, England, then to Southport. When we reached Liverpool, our trunks were loaded onto carts and we were taken to the home of our grandparents where so many cousins and uncles and aunts had gathered to see us that we scarcely had room to move around.
We finally got settled in Southport where my parents first heard the Gospel, and lived there for three years. Father was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on the 1st of August 1837 by Orson Hyde, and mother was baptized the 4th of January 1838 by Heber C. Kimball. From that time, our home was open to the elders where services were held, the sacrament administered and many missionaries found a haven of rest. Mother held open house, always had something ready to serve hungry elders and a good bed for them to rest in.
To America
In the year 1856 my father and mother definitely decided to emigrate to America as they had heard of the wonderful place, America is. After leaving their home in Southport, we visited with my mother's people before going on our long journey. We were not treated so very kindly by them. My grandfather said, "I never want to see nor hear from you again. If you should write, your letters will be burned before we read them. I hope you will all be swallowed up in the ocean before you land on that cursed American shore. You bring disgrace to the family name by joining such a church."
We went from my grandparents' house in Manchester by railroad to Liverpool and waited two days for the ship which was to carry us across the ocean. It was a new ship, had only made one trip across the ocean, and was in command of Captain Reed. We sailed for America in April, landed in Boston, May 3rd on my birthday. Part of the Manchester Choir was on board and there was lots of singing. One song in particular being, "We, we won't marry none but Mormons," and when the ship landed, Capt. Reed made a speech to the Saints in which he said, "The song says, I won't marry none but Mormons,' and I will say, if I ever bring immigrants again I'll carry none but Mormons."
The Trek
All was hustle getting past the customs officers and getting our belongings into the cars and started westward for Zion. We were permitted to ride on the train to Iowa City, the terminus of the railroad at the time. From Chicago, we had to ride in cattle and freight cars. The night we arrived in Iowa, there was the worst storm I ever have experienced, thunder, lightning, rain coming down in torrents. There were wagons to take our bedding and luggage to camp three miles away, but we had to walk. Parents lost their children and children their parents, but we finally got settled in tents for the night, but were all glad when morning came as the sun was shining brightly. It was warm and the people could dry their bedding and clothes. At this place, the company was delayed three weeks waiting for handcarts and the people got very nervous and uneasy at the long delay, as they realized the time was getting short for such a long journey before cold weather set in.
At last the two-wheeled carts were ready, and we were assigned one. It was afternoon when we started. Some grumbled at such a late start, but Captain Henry Martin explained it was wise to just go a short way at first to get the people used to such mode of traveling. Later they could see the wisdom. And so, we traveled across the Iowa plains, crossing rivers, and small streams until we reached the Missouri river at a place they called Council Bluffs. Went on to Florence where a ferry boat took us across the river where we waited several days for the Daniel Tyler Company. It was such a large company that we had to travel slowly across the Nebraska plains. We children and the old folks would start early so we wouldn't get too far behind at night. A great many handcarts broke down, oxen strayed away which made traveling rather slow. Quite an undertaking to get nearly a thousand persons who had never had any camping experience to travel and eat, and cook over a campfire. It took much patience from the captains to get them used to settling down at night to get started in the morning.
So, on we went till we got to the Wyoming line, then it got cold. Our provisions got lower. I remember some men passed us one day, stopped to talk. They gave my baby sister, Margaret (Maggy we called her) some little cookies. She carried them in her little pocket and I was always with her and would tease her for a bite. She would give me a taste once in a while and it was so good. No cake I ever tasted since was so good. My little sister and I were cut down to one ounce of flour a day. The exposure of cold, rain, sleet and snow and ice, pushing and pulling handcarts all day; the scarcity of wood and food, caused many of the strongest men to perish.
Crossing the Platte River (Casper, WY)
When we came to the upper crossing of the Platte, the river was flowing with ice water waist deep and quite dangerous to cross. Four of the strongest men were appointed to take care of each handcart. Lots of women waded the river all right but the children were put on the handcarts. A man by the name of Cyrus Wheelock, just returned from a mission to the Eastern States, was riding a horse. He carried a lot of the children over on it, even helped pull some of the handcarts by a rope fastened to his saddle. One time he had three boys on, one in front and two behind. I was the last boy on that side of the river, thought I would try to wade across. He told me to climb up behind the two boys and hold onto them, which I did. We crossed the river all right, then the horse leaped up a steep bank and I slid off just in the shallow water, held on to the horse's tail and came out all right.
That night the wind was blowing very cold and the carts were all sheltered behind a big cliff, but the snow drifted in the tents being covered up. My father died that night in our tent. He had worked all day pulling, pushing, wading through the icy river, and he made about twenty-five trips across the river helping to get all the people and carts across. My mother was sick all the way and my sister Jenetta Ann had all the worry of taking care of us children. She carried water from the river for cooking purposes; her shoes gave out and she walked through the snow barefoot, actually leaving bloody tracks in the snow. Father was a good singer. He had charge of the singing in our company. The next morning funeral services were held in our tent for him. Cyrus Wheelock was the speaker. Father was wrapped in a sheet, carried out by two men. They laid him on the snow. When they gathered all the dead, they just dragged them across the snow by the feet to the hole made on the river bank where they piled in thirteen men into one grave. They put dirt over them as best they could, then some logs to keep the wolves from getting the bodies.
The Rest of the Journey
We didn't travel far the next day. My mother was so sick and my sister Jenetta Ann worn out, but we couldn't stop long for anything. When we got to Sweetwater, we camped. A meeting was held and the people decided we could go no farther, snow so deep and no food. We were doomed to starvation all would stay here and die together. They gave me a bone of an oxen that died. I cut off the skin, put the bone in the fire to roast. When it was done, some big boys came and ran away with it, then I took the skin, boiled it and drank the soup and ate the skin and it was a good supper.
Later we had a terrible cold spell. The wind drifted snow into our tent till we thought we would freeze. I shivered so much I knew I would die. I heard freezing was an easy death. The wind blew the tent down, they all crawled out but me. I began to feel warm and the tent closed down around me, the snow fell on it, I went to sleep and slept warm all night. In the morning I heard some one say, "How many are dead in this tent?" My sister said. "Well there are five children Robert, Ether, Maggy and myself. My little brother Peter must be frozen to death in that tent." So they jerked the tent loose, sent it scurrying over the snow, my hair was frozen to the tent. I picked myself up and came out quite to their surprise.
That day we got word that some teams were coming to meet us from the valley. That night three teams came and reported more on the road and no one but a person having gone through that experience can imagine what a happy moment it was for this belated handcart company. Men, women, and children knelt down and thanked the Almighty God for our delivery from certain death. It put new life into all the people. The next day several teams arrived and there was room for us all to ride, but men had to dear the road of snow before the wagons could make the grade.
We were given food but were told that most of it must be saved for the men who had to get us to the Valley. Fires were made along the road so we could warm at intervals. And when the summit of Big Mountain was reached, everyone could ride down the long hill.
The wagon we were in belonged to Ebenezer Richardson of Ogden City. We finally arrived in Salt Lake City, November 30, 1856; our teamster took us to his sister's place where we were kindly treated. The next day we drove as far as Farmington. The snow was very deep. We stopped at another place that night and oh, how different the treatment. After the older folks were through with supper, there wasn't any food left for us hungry children and we were put to bed haft starved.
Next morning, we started for Ogden; we arrived about sundown and were taken to an old gentleman's house. His wife had been dead about two years. He told his housekeeper to fix us some food. We had plenty to eat that night; everyone in that part of the country was very poor, having been driven from their homes in the East and robbed of all they had. They were just getting homes started again and a few things around them.
Soon after stopping there my mother got a little house with a dirt roof and a dirt floor. A fireplace in one end and when it would rain, water and mud would run down the walls and on to our beds. And we children would say to mother, "Mother, is this Zion?" and she would answer, "Never mind children, the Lord will provide." I have thought many times how mother must have felt to live in such a place after having a comfortable home all her life, but I never heard her complain. Some men brought us some wood but had to grub sagebrush to keep the fire going. There were five mouths to feed and it was a hard struggle. I've heard my baby sister cry herself to sleep for want of food, and say, "Take me to my own home." Our diet that winter was squash, corn meal and salt. We got through the winter somehow and then we dug sego to help with the diet. Mother was sick most of the winter but when spring came she got better. Jenetta found work. Also the older boys, and conditions changed. My brothers went to school barefoot that winter as did many other boys in town.


Margaret Howard McBride had another son, Ether Enos McBride, and I have inserted the link to his story. Through Ether Enos McBride, came my family. I have shared a story in this blog about my "Grammie Great" whose maiden name was McBride.... get the connection? You can go to this link for the story through his eyes. http://www.lds.org/churchhistory/library/source/0,18016,4976-19143,00.html

The night we arrived at Iowa there was one of the worst storms of rain, thunder and lightening that I ever experience. They had wagons and teams to haul our luggage to camp about three miles and we had to walk, it being so dark we could not see anything. Children lost their parents and parents lost their children and we had a great time there. A great number of tents put up on the camp ground and we got into one of them but everything we had was as wet as it could be, but we passed the night somehow and were all there when morning came and the sun shone bright and then their goods spread out to dry. We were delayed there three weeks waiting for out[our] handcarts and the people got very uneasy at the long delay, as they knew they had a long journey before them.
At last we started out about three oclock in the afternoon and a good many grumbled making such a late start, but Captain Martin told them to be patient and they would soon see the wisdom of it. We crossed the Iowa river and traveled about five miles and then camped for the night and then they could see the wisdom of making a short drive so the people could get used to camping. The next day the company started early but got pretty tired before it was night and then there was singing etc. until about 9 P.M., when the sound of the bugle called the camp to prayers and so we traveled across the Iowa Prairies, crossing rivers and small streams until we reached the Missouri river at a place they called Counsil Bluffs. We then traveled up the river about 3 miles to Florence, where there was a ferry boat and it took about 2 or 3 days to ferry us across the river. We waited several days for the Daniel Tylers Company to arrive and then we were all placed in one company and the company being so large we travled very slowly across the Nebraska plains. Several aged persons died and were buried by the road side and after the sad rites were over we wended on our way burning buffaloe chips for fuel to cook our fugal meals. As far as the eye could stretch its gaze there was not a hill in sight nor a tree. We crossed several streams of water and some pretty large rivers. Us children and the old folks would start early in the morning and get as far along as we could until the others overtook us with the hand carts. The ox carts and teams that hauled tents and provisions usually traveled behind the hand carts. We had a great many handcarts break down and lose some of our cattle which made some delays. It was quite an undertaking to get nearly 1,000 persons who had never been away from home, never saw a campfire in their lives to a trip of that kind and it required a great deal of patience to get them started and to get them camped for the night. We saw a great many buffalos as we traveled up the Platte river. I will never forget one day when we met 3,000 Sioux warriers [warriors] all dressed in their war paint going east to fight the Pawnees. I remember how they laughed and jabbered to each other and how frightened we were but they gave us the road and made signs to us that they were our friends and they would not be unkind and not kill us and so we got over that scare allright. We were forbidden to kill buffalo by our leaders for it made the Indians mad to have the buffalo shot and so we used to hire the Indians to kill them for us. The first one I saw killed was a young buffalo cow. An Indian warrior went after her on horseback and when she tried to turn he would shoot an arrow into the side of her heart and keep her straight for our camp and when he got her to the road he shot an arrow and struck her just back of her left shoulder and it struckso and she rolled over dead being shot through the heart and one of our men gave him about 5cents worth of tobacco for it and that is about what it cost to get a buffalo to eat and that was better than to make the Indians mad at us. We saw great herds of buffalos estimated to 50,000 in a herd and so we plodded along day after day until we crossed the Wyoming line and our provisions were cut down to three fourths of a pound of flour a day and as the Indians were very bad that year we had to very careful. The men had to stand guard every night and the weather got very cold and then commenced our suffering and we soon had our flour cut to one half lb. per day. A great many of the older people died and many young people were not able to stand the hardships and finnaly we were down to one fourth pound of flour per day. We soon had our teams give out and when they died we were glad to eat them and soon the snow began to fall and then our sufferings were intense. My father died on somewhere along the Sweet Water. The snow got so deep and so heavy that it was very difficult to travel. We finally decided we could not get any farther and so we concluded we just as well die there as anywhere else so we gave up trust in God to deliver us. That night three teams from the valley arrived and reported that more would be there soon and no one that has never been in such a fix could imagine how we felt or how men and women knelt down and thanked the almighty God for our delivery from certain death. It put new life into the people.
I well remember how glad we all were and how we all rejoiced in the prospect of arriving in the valley the next day. Several teams arrived and finally we were all loaded into the wagons. The wagon we were in belonged to Ebeneazar Richardson of Ogden City. We traveled slowly along, early and late until we arrived at the gigantic mountains. The snow was very deep and there were a great many men there from Salt Lake with shovels digging the snow out of the road so the teams could pull the wagons up the long hill and they had built fires on the side of the road so people could warm themselves as all who were able to walk had to do so. The teams could get through finally. We got to the top then it was down hill and we finally arrived in Salt Lake City the 30th day of November, 1856.