David Hilton and Mary Ann Affleck Hilton

My 3rd great grandparents, David and Mary Ann Affleck Hilton are pictured above.

This photo was taken when they were older, but below are the photos of them at a younger age.  Also see my post of October 29, 2012, for additional information.  The history below was written by an unknown person, but it's especially touching to me to read the part about the family starving during the hard days of food shortage in 1856 in Utah.

 

Mary Ann Affleck & David Hilton

Mary Ann Affleck Hilton

Mary Ann Affleck Hilton was born October 23, 1830, in Doncaster, Yorkshire, England, the daughter of William Preston and Grace Clarke Affleck.

Her parents were righteous, humble, intelligent people.  It was necessary, and not uncommon that Mary at a very young age went to work in the woolen mills factory.  A very severe examination was given to those who went to work so young.  Mary was a short, stocky little girl.  Fearing that she was not tall enough, she took a little box along and without anyone noticing it, she stood on the box and got by with it.  She wound bobbins of wool yarn.

Mary Ann’s parents were converted to the principals of the Latter Day Saints gospel by the early missionaries to England.  Her father, a Scotchman, was the thirteenth male baptized into the church in England.  Mary Ann was baptized in 1845.  Mary Ann’s husband, David Hilton, was born of English parents, David Hilton and Mary Heddark Hilton in Befford, Lancashire, England.  David’s mother       died when he was a small boy.  His father was a dairyman, and was renowned for having the cleanest cow stables in the community.  David went to work in the coal mines when he was a very young boy, and worked at mining until he came to America.  David’s family had been visited by the Mormon missionaries.  They accepted the message they brought.  David was baptized a member of the church on March 18, 1850, by Samuel Broadbent.

 

David Hilton

These two sweethearts met and on October 23, 1851 (which was Mary Ann’s twenty first birthday), they were married in Findley Bond, Yorkshire, England.  They were sweethearts all their lives.  At the time of their marriage they began immediately making preparations for the long trip to Zion in the valley of the mountains.

In England they had acquired a substantial financial status.  They sold all their earthly belongings except that which they could possibly bring with them and pooled all their finances with the Perpetual Emigration fund, by which all expenses were paid and money refunded to them as was needed when arriving at their destination.

In the spring of 1855 they started the long trek.  They knew nothing of what hardships were to be encountered, but such courage is really inconceivable.  They forded rivers, climbed mountains, walked over the desert wastes, down and up canyons, slept with sky as a roof and mother earth for their beds and never flinched or thought of turning back.  They had committed themselves to the Lord and were thankful to be  able to be going to America, where people could worship God the way they chose.

They went to Liverpool where on March 31^st, 1855, they went on board the sailing vessel Juventa prepared and ready to sail the Atlantic Ocean from Liverpool Harbor.  David was registered as a coal miner age 23 year.  Mary Ann 24 years, a daughter, Mary, age 2 and a son, William, one year old.  Erastus Snow had charge of the companies leaving England that year.  Elder William Glover was appointed president of the company, which consisted of 413 adults, 130 children and 25 infants.  There were Saints from Italy, Switzerland and India.  The Juventa was bound for Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  The voyage was most prosperous.  There was no sickness among the adults, a few measles among the children, but no one died and one child was born.

On the 4^th day of May, 1855, the ship cast anchor off Cape May at the entrance to Delaware Bay.  On the 5^th of May the boat was tugged up the Delaware River to Philadelphia.  On Tuesday, May 6^th, 1855, the emigrants continued by railroad to Pittsburgh, PA, from where 200 proceeded on the steamboat Equinox and 150 went aboard the boat Washington City. The Equinox docked at St. Louis, Missouri, on May 17, 1855, 46 days from Liverpool, England, then proceeded up the Missouri river to Atchison, Kansas.  Here the Saints landed on the wharf May 28^th.

A great sickness came upon them in their trip up the Missouri river.  Many of the Saints died.  Among these was David and Mary Ann’s little boy, William.  The boat was stopped ashore and Mary Ann and David said a last farewell and interred the little body on the banks of the great river. 

There were teams and wagons prepared for their arrival in Kansas and they immediately set out upon the prairies to “Mormon Grove”, the chief outfitting place, three miles west of Atchison, Kansas.  Several of the saints were still suffering from the malarial disease that fell upon them, but there was great rejoicing upon the safe arrival of so many of the company.  Days of great preparations took place before leaving Mormon Grove.  David secured a camp wagon and purchased a yoke of oxen.  He also bought a cow which supplied milk for them as they traveled on. Eight companies crossed the plains from there, among them the Richard Ballantyne Co. in which David and Mary Ann and their daughter came.  Provisions were not plentiful but everyone considered the welfare of others and all shared alike.  Flour was rationed one cupful a day for each person.  Mary Ann told of a day that she was indisposed and a good sister granted that she would make some bread dough for her.  She mixed the flour with water in which someone had washed their hands.  It couldn’t be helped, the flour could not be wasted so the bread had to be eaten. 

As the journey proceeded, food became less and less, and it was necessary for the men to hunt wild game to augment the supply.  Grandfather Hilton and Brother Kidgell left the camp at one time on a hunting trip.  They became lost in the wilderness and for two days and a night much anxiety was endured by their families.  The families feared that the men had been captured by Indians or killed by wild animals.  The men in the camp kept fires burning all night and shot guns off at intervals during the day.  Much joy was experienced when they came into camp at the close of the third day.

The company arrived at Fort Bridger, Wyoming, much broken down in spirits, supplies and traveling equipment.  Here it was necessary to remain for several weeks to prepare for the final leg of the great crossing.  All clothing was washed, bedding and traveling equipment repaired ready for the move.

David Hilton walked all the way from Fort Bridger to Salt Lake. Mary Ann fell ill when leaving Fort Bridger and was forced to lie quietly in the wagon until reaching the valley.

They came down Echo Canyon, through the mountains to Emigration Canyon, thence down the canyon to the valley.  After struggles, toils, hardships, sorrow, tests of spiritual endurance they came into the Valley on September 25, 1855, six months and 25 days after they had left Liverpool, England. This band of Saints was met at Willow Springs in Emigration Canyon by the Nauvoo Brass Band, which played sweet strains of music as the tired, weary emigrants pressed onward to Union Square.  All were joyful and thankful to be at the journey’s end.  The Nauvoo Band, all of whom were on horseback, with the United States Flag flying, played “Home Sweet Home”.  One can scarcely imagine what joy, what gratitude must have almost swept them off their feet, as they thanked God for His great love and guidance, as that lovely melody floated over the quietude of their new home.

While the company was corralling, President Brigham Young and his councilors drove on to the Square.  They were highly gratified that so many Saints had successfully endured the great hardships and arrive safely.  There were forty-five wagons, two hundred and twenty oxen, forty-eight cows, three horses and 402 persons in the company.

Six months of tedious struggling journey had greatly depleted the Hilton’s finances by the time they reached this dream home.  Provisions were extremely low that fall of their arrival.  The winter was an extremely hard one.  Lack of food was found among the most fortunate.

When the company in which the Hiltons arrived had been made welcome and necessary arrangements made, Grandfather and his family were taken to Pioneer Square (now known as Pioneer Park).  Here they lived for six weeks in a camp wagon.  A very good friend, Brother Kidgell, his family and David’s family then moved to a cabin.  Here they all lived together until the men brought enough logs from the canyons to build each a cabin.  David built his on the northeast corner of Sixth East and Ninth South Streets.  It was one room with a dirt roof.  Later a cobble rock lean-to was built on the cabin.

Those years were poor and lean for the Hiltons.  Hunger and need of clothing were common experiences.  Homemade tallow candles, button lights (a piece of cloth tied around a button and placed in a saucer of tallow) were used to light the home.  Water had to be carried a great distance or dipped from the stream running down the streets.  Hardships were suffered during the extreme cold winter there, because of lack of food and fuel.

On the 20^th of the following April, 1856, Mary Ann gave birth to a baby boy.  He was named David Allen.  For six long weeks before that April morning the Hiltons had had no bread.  Mary Ann longed for bread.  She knew it would give her strength.  A good sister and neighbor was able to bring her one piece of bread each day for a few weeks; in doing so she robbed herself.  David gathered the nettle plants that grew in the valley.  They cooked them and were glad to eat them.

The morning after David Allen was born, Grandfather went seeking nettles.  While digging there, President Brigham Young rode up on his horse, stopped and asked David concerning the welfare of his family.  Grandfather replied that he was the father of a new baby born the day before and that he was gathering nettles for food for the mother.  President Young said, “Come with me.”  They went to the grist mill in what is now Liberty Park (March 1953), and President Young gave him twenty five pounds of wheat.

Hurrying home delighted with his prize, he soon busied himself with an old coffee mill, grinding the wheat to make cakes for Mary Ann.  Oh!  How sweet to the taste of Mary Ann were those little brown cakes, how good to a mouth that had scarcely tasted bread for six long weeks.  Grandfather feared she would founder she ate so many.  Grandmother said, “Oh, David, if I ever get all the bread I want I’ll never ask for butter”.  In later years when more prosperity was theirs, and Mary Ann remarked a desire for the finer things of life, David never failed, in his humorous way, to remind her that she should never ask for “butter”.  She was a very conscientious English lady, with a very happy disposition and very adjustable to circumstances, and very moderate in demands.  She was always the same dear sweetheart for whom he had dug nettles, and when her desire was sincere, she got the “butter”.

Grandfather was employed by Brigham Ellerbeck as a gardener at his palatial home on Brigham Street (now East South Temple).  Later he was employed by John T. Caine, a well-to-do man and general in the United States Army.  During his employment for general Caine, a little boy was born to him and Mary Ann.  Because of their great love for the general they named the new baby John T. Hilton.  David was well paid by Mr. Ellerbeck and General Caine and his family was able to have a few of the pioneer luxuries of those days.  Grandfather then was employed in the church tithing office and remained there until ill health forced him to retire.

On June 20, 1862, the Hiltons went into the Endowment House and received their holy endowments and were sealed for time and eternity in the holy bonds of matrimony.

Harmon Cutler's final resting place

Please see my earlier post of November 9, 2012, also entitled Harmon Cutler's final resting place.  This photo, taken 1906,  shows the little pioneer cemetery surrounded by industrial facilities - it's no wonder that the cemetery was eventually totally destroyed!  There was a fence built around the cemetery, but over the course of time, the headstones were knocked down.

Hoskins on vacation

This photo was taken in Yellowstone National Park about 1937 or 1938.  My grandparents George Hoskins and Mable Speirs Hoskins and their two daughters, Barbara and Helen are sitting on the edge of Yellowstone Lake.  Even on vacation, men wore a shirt and tie!!

Wilson basketball team

Standing: Mr Sackett, Jack Adams, Dale Goodwin, Bill Williams, Bill Harris

Seated: Russell Anderson, Don Carroll Carter, Gareth Ogden, Wayne Park, Lowell Polatis

 

 

The Wilson school building housed a small number of children from first through eighth grade.  The classes were small enough that sometimes 1 teacher taught two grades.  Mr. Sackett went the extra mile to provide a sports program to the boys.  My father said that the team didn't go far, but the probably had fun having the opportunity to play.

Elizabeth Matthewman Elliott and 2 great-grandsons

 

Circa 1926, this photo shows Elizabeth Matthewman Elliott and two of her great-grandsons.  Elizabeth is approximately 89 years old in this photo - pretty old for the 1920s.  She lived to be 92 years old.  The grandsons are Dean Stephens and Chad Stephens.

 

I like the little suits on the boys, they look like they were made from the same pattern, which would be totally possible, as I know that Chad's mother was a wonderful seamstress, so her sister was most likely a seamstress too.  These two boys were double cousins, their mothers were sisters and their fathers were brothers, and the families lived across the street from one another.  

 

I also like Grandma Elliott's polka dot dress - the proper grandma length for the 20's when hemlines rose for the younger generation, but not for the great-grandmothers.

 

The car parked in front of the house is a classic too.

 

Mary Ann Magill Barry

 

We don't know which one of her 12 children that Mary Ann Magill Barry is holding in this photo taken in Ireland.  The clothing is so indicative of the time period.  The feathered hat was probably the height of fashion.  I do love the tartan sash tied around the child and the little bare feet.

William Harrison Speirs

William Harrison Speirs

B. 19 Jun 1849 Kilmarnock, Ayreshire, Scotland

M. 17 Mar 1872 in SLC to Mary Jane Walters

D. 19 Jun 1908 in Bennington, Bear Lake, Idaho, USA at the age of 59

William was born on June 19, 1849 in Scotland, the eldest son of George and Janet Speirs.  When William was seven years old, the family emigrated to America. They stayed in New York City where his father worked at his trade of a weaver and in a store in order to replenish the money that had been stolen from them on the ship. William attended the New York public school for two years.

The family crossed the plains in the Jesse Murphy Company with an ox team and arrived in Salt Lake in 1860. They moved to Tooele in 1861 where William grew to manhood. He worked in his father’s store where he learned mathematics and basic carpentry. He herded cows in the summer. As he grew up he acquired cows and horses and started to build a house. It was not yet finished when he and Mary Jane Walters were married so they lived with his parents until the house was completed.

In June of 1880, William and Mary moved to Bear Lake Valley with three small sons. It was a fearsome journey through the Logan Canyon, rough, rocky and with dangers of Indians and Outlaws.

They homesteaded a farm in Bennington, Idaho where they lived the rest of their lives. The log home was two rooms with a dirt floor that grew tall pig weeds and red roots. As the family grew, William built a large “lumber" room at the back to accommodate the seven growing boys.

He had many positions in the community including water master, school teacher, justice of the peace and sexton. He was also the ward clerk. He was an exacting worker and made many coffins (which Mary Jane trimmed). He died at his home on his birthday in 1908 at the age of 59. He had been suffering with Locomotor Ataxia for three years which had limited his mobility.

Virgil Elliott Stephens

Virgil Elliott Stephens (Kim's grandfather) reading a magazine in his living room.  I love the doily on the back of the chair!!

 

Virgil in front of a shiny car

 

 

 

 

In this photo Virgil is dressed for a costume party - really cute!!!

George and Jane Smith Coleman

This is the gorgeous view of the cemetery in Manti, Utah, where George Coleman and his wife Jane Smith Coleman are buried.  Wow! 

George and Jane spent many years serving in the Manti temple above the cemetery on the hill.  George was born in England and Jane was born in Scotland.  Both left their native lands after being converted to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  Both sailed across the ocean as youths and struggled to survive while crossing America by land to their "Zion" in Utah.  Both sacrificed so much to serve their Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, and it's only fitting that the house of the Lord stands guard over their graves.  

 

These are the headstones of George and Jane Coleman, the small plaque attached to the stones is explained in the information below from the Sons of Utah Pioneer website:

“Faith in Every Footstep” Grave Markers

In 1997, a Church committee created a marker to be attached to the graves of Pioneers who arrived in the valley prior to the coming of the railroad. These were sold to anyone who wanted to attach one to the grave of his or her ancestor, in commemoration of the sesquicentennial of the arrival of the Pioneers in 1847.

The markers are 2 ½ inches by 3 ½ inches of very durable metal. Those who attached them in 1997 say they have not deteriorated from weather.

Christina Barry Todd and friend

Christina Barry Todd (right) and unknown friend dipping their toes into the sea.  The photo was taken approximately 1924 in Ireland.

John Martin 1809-1861

 

This is the headstone of Dr. John Martin, my 3rd great grandfather who lived and died in Wales.  His son, my 2nd great grandfather, was the product of a fling that Dr. Martin had with his housekeeper.

 

Here is a little excerpt of a history written by Raymond Martin:

 

"John Martin, the husband of Anna Jenkins, was the son of Dr. John Martin of Merthyr Tydfil, Glamorganshire, Wales.  He was a surgeon.  He was given a good education by his father even to lessons on the violin.  His mother was Mary Ann Gibbs. She and Dr. Martin never married.  She had been employed in Dr. Martin’s home.  She lived in Laugharne, Carmarthenshire but worked in Merthyr.

 

There is a possibility that Dr. John Martin died of pneumonia.  The Martins were mining engineers who came to that part of Wales from northern England.  One relative of his was the High Sheriff of Monmouthshire, a position considered very important over there at the time."

 

The following info was posted at osmond.org and includes better photos of the headstone:

 

 

WW Stephens ranch house

The ranch house belonging to WW  and Alice Stephens when they lived in Blackfoot, Idaho.  Their property was between the Blackfoot and Snake Rivers - a beautiful, scenic place.

William Wallace Stephens

William Wallace Stephens

 

Kim's great grandfather, William Wallace Stephens, pictured here with his horse and gun, most likely on a hunting trip.

Picnic in Ireland - with a goat

Christina Barry Todd, John Todd holding Chrissie and unknown goat

 

This photo dated 1924 is of Kim's grandparents holding his mother on an outing to a  beautiful pastoral setting in the hills above the city (probably Comber) in Ireland.  Christina is trying to offer a morsel of something to the goat as it was picketed out in the lush grass. 

Almira Cutler Raymond

Almira Cutler Raymond was Kim's 3rd great grandmother and it is through her ancestors that Kim's line goes back to William Bradford (pilgrim, Governor of Plymouth Colony and first Thanksgiving attendee).  Almira's father was Harmon Cutler - see his history in an earlier post.
 

 

 

She is not buried by her husband, William Wallace Raymond, most likely because she survived him for many years.  It's obvious that the headstone is newer and erected by descendants more recently. 

 

 

Catherine Davies (Davis) Wilson

What an amazing world we live in!!!!  A decendant of Catherine Davies (Davis) Wilson recently contacted me.  He is living in the UK and spotted my post on Robert Wilson on this humble little blog.  It was so exciting to be able to correspond!!  I'm guessing that we would be 4th cousins.  His family remained in England and he has been bitten by the family history bug.  He sent a copy of this obit.  Thanks so much, David!

Catherine was Robert Wilson's mother.  I must not have tumbled to the fact that she immigrated to America, because in my mind I thought that Robert was the first (and only) immigrant in his family, but several of his siblings also came.  Catherine was an early pioneer, but the Daughters of Utah Pioneers do not have a history written on her (here's an opportunity for someone).

The internet is a wonderful, marvelous tool for genealogists!!!!!