Monday, October 2, 2017

Life Sketch of Sarah Goode Marshall

Sarah Goode Marshall
Life Sketch of Sarah Goode Marshall

From Robert Oral and Myrtle Welch Hatch: Their Life Stories, Posterity, and Pioneer Ancestors compiled by Marjorie Eddy and Kathleen Savage Judd, 2004—may be reproduced for family purposes only, not commercial. Some of the following information came from “Life Sketch of Sarah Goode” written by an unsigned granddaughter. In addition, information has been gathered from “Handcart Companies by William G. Hartley, the Millennial Star, and “Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel” information provided on the website. Thomas and Sarah’s Beginnings Thomas was born on August 28, 1820 to Richard and Margaret Clay Marshall in Linton Hill, Herefordshire, England. We have no other information about his birth or youth. Meanwhile, Sarah Goode, the daughter of George and Selena Mary Ann Holder Goode, was born March 2nd or 4th, 1822 at Abenhall, Gloustershire, England. As a girl, Sarah learned the art of making kid gloves. She always worked hard; she was famous for saying, “Idleness is the devil’s workshop.” She learned to read and write, but had a limited education. She loved to read the Bible and read it often. She often remarked, “There is something more in the Bible than the ministers understand.” Mixing Marriage and Religion Sarah Goode married Thomas Marshall on May 7,1843. Their first daughter, Lovinia, was born March 12, 1844 in Lea, Gloustershire. They then moved to Linton in Herefordshire. Tom and Sarah then had three more of their children: Selina, born February 22, 1846; Tryphena, February 4, 1848; and Louisa, March 12, 1850. During this early part of their married life, they lived comfortably and happily until Sarah became interested in the Restored Gospel. She often had to walk many miles (with her baby in her arms) to hear the Elders preach. Tom opposed this religion bitterly and would sometimes follow her to the meeting to cause a scene and disturbance. When Sarah did manage to attend alone, she was often impressed by the prompting of the spirit: “Sarah, you had better go. Tom is coming.” She would leave the meeting immediately, but often took a severe whipping from Tom before reaching home. In spite of the persecution, she was baptized on August 22, 1851 at Edge Hills by Joel Arkwell and confirmed August 25 by Joel Arkwell (verified in Linton Branch records 1840 1865, film #0087011, item #10). The next year, Sarah gave birth to George Thomas on November 9, 1952. Even with a new child, the family was not at peace. Sarah continued to live under difficult conditions until the summer of 1853. She had wanted to travel to Zion, but she knew that Tom would oppose it. She told her grandchildren later, “I was so anxious to come to Zion that in my prayers I would ask my Heavenly Father to remove the stumbling blocks from my pathway. Little did I think he would remove them by the death of my husband. I was hopeful that Tom would embrace the Gospel with me.” We do not understand all of the circumstances surrounding Tom’s life or his anger against this new religion, but there may have been some unknown struggles that led him to commit suicide on July 10, 1853. His death certificate recorded that he was a laborer and that he died in the Linton district. Tom’s death left Sarah penniless, pregnant, and alone with five small children. Baby Sarah was born January 11, 1854, six months after her father’s death. But Tom’s death did open the way for ten-year-old Lovinia and eight-year-old Selina to be baptized. The girls were baptized on August 13, 1854. “She Shall Go To Zion” Now the way for them to join the saints in Zion was open, but it still seemed utterly impossible. She prayed for help in this great undertaking and worked very hard to save money for their immigration. During the day she worked as “lady’s maid” and at night she made gloves; after two years she had saved enough. Lovinia and Selina, ages 11 and 9 respectively, had to help care for the other children. The night before leaving her native land, Sarah’s relatives and close friends had planned a party to say goodbye. She always lived an honest life and was respected by many. Some of the presiding Elders of the British Mission were invited guests at this party. Unfortunately, the spirit of discouragement spread through the group. Sarah’s friends and family began to gather around her, trying to persuade her to stay, telling her she would lose her children and probably her own life on the way. One of the Elders overheard the discouraging remarks. He arose to his feet and by the power of God, raising his hands above her head he exclaimed: “I will promise Sister Marshall in the name of Israel’s god that she shall go to Zion and shall not lose one of her children by the way.” Journey Across the Sea The following day, Saturday, April 19, 1856, Sarah, her sister Maria Goode, and the children: Lovinia, Selina, Tryphena, Louisa, George, and Sarah boarded the ship S. Curling and sailed from Liverpool, England under the direction of Dan Jones who was returning from a mission to Wales. They were among the 707 British Saints on board. Notes from that voyage recorded: “As soon as the ship was fairly under way, the usual organizations were effected; several severe storms were encountered, and on several occasions the brethren assembled for prayers and curbed the fury of the winds and waves by the power of the holy priesthood. During the passage six children died, and two were born.” But Sarah and her children were fine, just as the Elder had promised. “On the twenty third of May the Samuel Curling was towed to quarantine ground, at Boston. In a few hours the inspectors came on board welcomed by the spontaneous three cheers of seven hundred people, ‘and strange as it may seem,’ writes Elder Dan Jones, ‘called the names of all and passed them in less than one hour and a half without any further complaint than that ‘I was taking all the handsome ladies to Utah.’ “‘The passengers were all remarkably clean, as well as the ship, which commanded the admiration of all. In proof of the latter I would say, that I had made a wager with Captain Curling, upon leaving Liverpool, that the lower decks would be whiter than his cabin floors, and the quarantine doctor decided in my favor.’ “On the twenty fourth of May, President Jones contracted with the railroad officials to take about four hundred of the passengers to Iowa City, for $11.00 per adult over 14 years old, children half price. The kindhearted captain allowed the passengers to remain on board the ship till Monday the 26th of May, when the journey was continued to Iowa City” (Millennial Star, Vol XVIII, pages 283, 411, 426, 542; Deseret News, Vol. VI, page 160). The First Handcart Company By the mid 1850s, LDS Church leaders were looking for less expensive ways to move poor immigrants to Utah. The Perpetual Emigration Fund that loaned passage and transportation money to the needy was depleted while costs for wagons and ox teams were high. Therefore, Brigham Young announced on October 29, 1855 a handcart system by which the church would provide carts to be pulled by hand across the Mormon Trail. Leaving from Iowa City, the distance to Salt Lake was 1, 300 miles. Handcarts, assembled at outfitting points in Iowa City and then later in Florence, resembled carts pulled by porters in large cities. The carts had hickory or oak wagon beds and hickory shafts, side pieces, and axles. Wheels were as far apart as normal wagon wheels. Each cart carried 400 to 500 pounds of foodstuffs, bedding, clothing, and cooking utensils, and needed two able bodied people to pull it. Five people were assigned to each cart. Adults could take only seventeen pounds of baggage, and children ten pounds. Families with small children traveled in covered or family carts which had stronger axles made of iron. Arriving in Iowa, Sarah, age 34; Maria, age 25; and the children, ages 12 down to two did not have the money to purchase a wagon, oxen, supplies, etc. They decided to try this new, less expensive way to travel; they petitioned to join the first handcart company which was being formed. Edmund Ellsworth, a returned missionary from Britain, was designated as captain. Sarah procured a handcart and asked the captain if she could join with his company in crossing the plains. The company was large, and this was the first attempt in crossing the plains with handcarts. Captain Ellsworth answered, “Sister Marshall, it would be unreasonable for you to expect such a thing. You are a widow with six small children. You would only be a hindrance to the company.” Her answer was, “Well, Captain Ellsworth, I’m going and I’ll beat you there.” The Difficult Journey West The first handcart company under Edmund Ellsworth departed from Iowa City in the late afternoon on June 9, 1856 with 280 people and 52 handcarts. The McArthur handcart company was just a few days behind. Joining the first handcart company were the Birmingham Brass Band. They only made four miles their first day, and then had to rest two days while lost cattle was found. The next day, two of the handcarts broke down. This was followed by a windy, rainy crossing of Iowa. On July 8th, they arrived at and were ferried across the Missouri River. At Florence they spent 10 days repairing handcarts. Here, 20 Italian saints joined the company. They left Florence on July 20 with 55 handcarts. Their initial progress had been slow, making seven miles a day. By the time they reached Florence, they were covering 20 miles per day. They crossed the Elkhorn River, the Loup Fork River, and Prairie Creek. The thunderstorms were terrifying and one man was killed by lightning. Once they had to wait an hour for a buffalo herd to cross the road. When the company drank water from a buffalo wallow, diarrhea spread through the camp. Sarah had not realized how tedious and difficult the journey would be. After traveling a few weeks, food had to be rationed. Only two ounces of flour was allowed for each member of the family a day to exist on, and at night they took turns in using the “bake ovens.” Tents were used at night. 20 people were assigned to each tent. One night when Sarah was preparing her rations for the next day’s journey, a young man came to her and said, “Will you please give me something to eat? I am starving to death.” She shared what she had with him. Later she recounted, “I have thanked the Lord many times for sharing my food with this young man, for he was found dead in his bed the next morning and should I not have done so, my conscience would have condemned me the rest of my days.” By mid-August, the handcarts were traveling beside the Platte River. Each night after stopping to camp, Sarah’s first impulse was to look for her children, as they would get scattered among the company during the day’s travel. One night, Sarah was horrified to discover Tryphena, age eight, was missing. Immediately, she reported the situation to Captain Ellsworth and said, “I cannot rest until my child is found.” He asked for volunteers to go back to search. Sarah and some men started out, but after going some distance were forced to return because of hungry wolves circling them. Sarah returned to camp worried and frantic. As they approached, they heard shouts and to their great joy found Tryphena safe in camp. She had walked with an Italian man during the day. He had lain down for a rest. She stayed with him until it got dark when she realized he had died. She began walking and saw a fire, but she did not know if it was a fire from her camp or Indians. She crawled up and to her relief found it was the handcart company. After traveling on the north side of the Platte, they forded it at Fort Laramie on August 26. They had to recross it and the North Platte until they reached Deer Creek where they met five supply wagons that had been sent from the Salt Lake Valley to assist them. On September 3rd they crossed the Platte for one last time. The next day it rained and snow, making it impossible for them to start fires. To make matters worse, some cattle had strayed, so they spent another cold day recovering them. The company reached Devil’s Gate and passed old Fort Seminoe trading post on September 8th. On September 11th, they took the Seminoe Cutoff, a route that tracked south of Rocky Ridge and bypassed four crossings of the Sweetwater River. On September 18, they forded the Green River. An eastbound group of missionaries saw the company descending the ridge to the river. It was an impressive sight, and they got out of their wagons and formed a line for the oncoming pioneers to pass through, cheering them with a Hosanna shout. The members of the handcart company cheered back so loudly that the hills rang with echoes. Three days later, the company camped at Fort Bridger. Even through the mountains where they encountered thunderstorms and cold, the company averaged 20 miles a day. Proving their fitness, they climbed up and over Big Mountain in less than three hours. They camped at the foot of Little Mountain, ready to enter the valley the next day. Sarah and her family were lucky; none of them had died on the trail, but 13 people in the company did die. They endured hardships, hunger, thirst, fatigue, and ceaseless toil, pulling her handcart the entire distance. The First Handcart to Arrive The night before entering the valley, Sarah asked the captain if she, Maria, and the children could start out ahead of the company since this would be their last day of travel. Permission was granted and very early the next morning the little family started out. After traveling some distance from the company, they discovered some men on horseback coming in their direction. As the men approached, they started yelling and cheering for the arrival of the handcart. The little family, however, thought they were Indians. Sarah and Maria gathered the frightened children about them. The horsemen, seeing the family’s mistaken terror, stopped their noise and rode quietly down to them. They were scouts from Salt Lake sent out to meet the handcart Saints, as the settlers in the valley had been anxiously waiting for the arrival of this company. These men assisted Sarah and Maria by taking the children on their horses to the settlement, leaving the two women free to pull the cart. Sarah, Maria, and her children were the first of this company to arrive in Salt Lake; thus her statement to Captain Ellsworth became a prophecy: “I’m going and I’m going to beat you there.” Family tradition has Sarah being the very first handcart pioneer to enter the Salt Lake Valley, arriving on September 26, 1856. When the company reached the valley, a welcoming committee including Brigham Young, the other members of the First Presidency, and the Nauvoo Brass Band greeted them. Shortly afterwards, the second handcart company caught up with them. The First Presidency, the band, and the two handcart companies then paraded down into Salt Lake where they were cheered and joined by the local saints. Captain Ellsworth later stated that though some had questioned the ability of women and children to travel by handcart, the children had walked the whole way, and the women had withstood the rigors of the trail better than men of comparable age. A Second Marriage At first Sarah and her children lived in the Salt Lake Fort. Her next home was in Ogden, where she lived for some time at the home of William Wasleigh, known to her in Britain. Sometime at the end of 1856 or early 1857, Sarah married Joseph Chadwick. Their first son William was born October 6, 1857 in Ogden, Utah. Around this time Tryphena was probably baptized though the first date has been lost. Lovinia married Clinton Bishop in the Endowment House on March 9, 1858. Sarah and Joseph were among the first settlers in Franklin, Idaho and endured some troubles with the Indians in that area. Unfortunately, Sarah’s worst treatment was from her husband. He was very unkind. Their second son Charles Frederick was born August 6, 1860 in Franklin, Idaho. Sarah continued to raise the children in her care. She was a great mother. Her children continued to grow in the Gospel. In 1862, George was baptized. Yet for Sarah, life became unbearable. Robert Gregory reported that she divorced Joseph near the end of 1862. Early in 1863, Selina married Robert Gregory, also of Franklin. Louisa and young Sarah were baptized in October. In November of 1864, Tryphena married Bethuel Hunt. There is another family story about Sarah, but it implies that she was still married to Joseph in 1865. On the night of February 23, 1865, Sarah awoke from her sleep startled with howling and barking of dogs. She went outside and distinctly heard cries of help. Rushing into the house, she went to her husband’s room and asked him to get up, that she had heard someone calling for help; but he told her to go back to bed, that it was only wolves howling. The following morning, teams were sent out to break the snowy road between Franklin and Oxford. They discovered the frozen bodies of John Boice, Jr. and George Barzee—the men Sarah had heard. That May, Louisa married Martin Boice, the dead young man’s brother. This contradicts Robert Gregory’s own account, stating that Sarah divorced Joseph in 1862, but since this story came from Louisa’s family, perhaps there was a reconciliation between Joseph and Sarah. Divorced or not, Sarah eventually moved to Dayton, Idaho where Joseph had a small mercantile business. Young Sarah married Peter Pool in the Endowment House on March 14, 1868. And on December 20, 1870, George married Elvira Van Curen in the Endowment House. Returning home one evening, tired and hungry, Sarah discovered her ax had been stolen. Having great faith, she prayed and asked that she might find the missing tool. A few days later, she and a neighbor were on their way to the river with their water pails when she was prompted to dig at the side of the road. She paid no attention until the third time. She went back. Digging in the earth a few inches, she discovered her ax. She learned some days later that it was Joseph who had taken the ax. Joseph died in 1876. Sarah’s step-children took the merchandise from the little business, and Sarah suffered a big financial loss, left again in strained circumstances. One of her friends said, “Oh Sister Chadwick, why do you let them rob you?” Sarah replied, “The Lord says, ‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay.’” Her friend’s answer was, “Oh Sister Chadwick, the Lord is so slow.” Sarah continued to raise her last two sons and provide for them as best she could. A Widow, Again Sarah worked hard to survive. After the crops were harvested, the farmers let Sarah glean in their fields, so for a few days she and her children gathered the scattered grain to have flour. After working in the fields one day, Sarah returned home to discover Indians had ransacked her home, helping themselves to what they could find they left the house. Sarah found everything was topsy-turvy and most of her provisionshad been taken. Another time, she discovered someone had stolen the buckskins which she kept under her straw tick mattress. She had intended to make her boy a buckskin suit for winter. She was so disappointed that she asked the Lord to bother the thief until he/she could not rest. The next morning Sarah discovered the buckskins stuffed between willows under the shed. Because of the threat from Indians, it was dangerous to travel the roads alone. As a result, one harvest time Sarah had prepared everything to be ready on short notice to take her grain to the grist mill. Early one morning she saw some men with sacks of grain headed in their wagon for the mill. She wanted to follow closely behind them for safety, so she and her children got her wagon ready just as the men were passing her home. But when the men saw her, they assumed that she was trying to get ahead of them, and they began lashing their oxen. In their commotion, a sack of wheat slipped off their wagon. Sarah called to them, but they pretended not to hear her. Finally they came to a hill, but their oxen became stubborn and ran off the road into the willows at the foot of the hill. While the men were trying to get them back on the road, Sarah and her oxen went steadily up the grade. This made the men more upset and two of them ran up the hill with clubs and began to beat their oxen. The man at the flour mill was standing by the mill river (or the mill race) and witnessed the event. When Sarah drove up with her ox-team, he said. “I have seen horse racing, but that is the first ox-team race I ever saw. Those men ought to be ashamed of themselves for treating a widow in such a manner.” Her last two children by Joseph married: William to Lauretta Neely on November 25, 1879, in the Endowment House; and Charles to Luna Nelson on June 2, 1881, in Franklin. George married again to Mary Jane Alder in 1882 in the Salt Lake Temple. Trust in Her Heavenly Father Sarah became a midwife and helped bring many children into the world. Her granddaughter wrote, “She was surrounded with a comforting influence which gave courage and hope to suffering humanity in the hour of distress. She would never allow anybody to say anything about her religion or nationality. She always put her trust in her Heavenly Father, as she was a firm believer in prayer. She suffered many trials, no doubt that accounts for her exceeding faith. Grandmother reached her desired haven here on earth, and no doubt rich blessings await her in eternity. She left a numerous posterity to mourn her departure.” Sarah Goode Marshall Chadwick died in Dayton on April 26, 1904 and was buried in Franklin, Idaho. At the time of her death, the prophecy of that elder in England the night before her departure had remained true. None of her children had died before her, though Lovinia’s death would occur that December. Even after her death, her children did not forget her. On May 8, 1912, Selina, Louisa, George, and Sarah met in the Logan Temple and sealed Sarah and Thomas Marshall. Then they had themselves sealed to their parents along with their deceased sister Lovinia and deceased brothers William and Charles Chadwick. Tryphena was alive at the time, but was sealed to her parents after her death.

Friday, August 11, 2017

A Sketch of Sarah Goode Marshall Chadwick

Sarah Goode Marshall Chadwick

     This sketch is written by Luna Chadwick, daughter-in-law and May Chadwick Jones, grand-daughter.

     She was born March 2, 1822, in Michaeldeen, England.  We have heard her tell about working for the well-to-do families as a girl.  When she was middle-aged, the Mormon elders visited their home.  She was interested in the principles at once, and began to investigate.  She would walk several blocks to get to hear the Mormon elders speak, which caused some disturbance in the home, for her husband was very much opposed to Mormonism.

     She was converted and baptized, and to the best of our knowledge, she came from England to America about two years after her husband's death.

     She walked every step of the way from New York to Salt Lake Valley, in the year of 1856, pushing  a hand-cart all the way.  She felt the responsibility of making the journey with six small children, so went to President Young for advice.  He said, "Sister Marshall, I promise you in the name of the Lord, that you shall make the journey safely, and not lose one of your children by the wayside.  You will live to see them all grow to man and woman-hood".  She lived to see her family all grown and with families of their own.  One kind man would often take some of the children on his hand-cart to lighten her load.  Some days she would have but one pint of flour for herself and six children.

     One incident happened that was rather pathetic.  When camp was made one evening two of the children were missing.  Some men went back to hunt for them and found them sitting down gnawing at some bones they had found.

     When they landed in Salt Lake Valley, Sarah and the older girls worked wherever they could find something to do.  It was there that she met and married Joseph Chadwick.  A son William was born in Slatersville, Utah, October 6, 1857.  They moved to Franklin, Idaho, and there Charles Frederick was born in the year 1860, on the 6th day of August. They had many experiences with the Indians while there.  Some were friendly, but the greater part were hostile, because they felt that their land was being taken from them.

    We have heard Sarah tell that when they would hear the Indians make their war whoops, she would send the larger children with the smaller ones to the school house in the middle of the Fort for protection, a place the women and children often went when they saw approaching danger, while the men were on guard.  Many times of an evening the Indians would sneak up and peek in through the windows.  They would be so heavily painted, it would give them a big scare.  Not a great deal of harm was done, only the stealing of their horses and oxen.

     In about the year 1868, the family moved to Dayton, Idaho.  They built two log rooms, and had a little store in the north room.  They carried groceries, meats, and supplies for the freighters and travelers.  They raised cattle and some grain.

     In the year 1876, her husband caught a severe cold and died in less than a week.

     The Marshall children were grown and married by this time, which left Sarah and the two boys, Will and Fred to make their living the best they could.  They kept on with the little store and kept her cows and made butter to sell. 

     Fred did freighting from Corrinne to Montana when only 17 years old.

     Sarah was a staunch Latter Day Saint, and remained so until her death.  We remember her asking for the sacrament to be brought to her home after a sick spell, saying it always gave her strength.  She lived quite close to our home and we have known her to be called out as much as four times in one night for sickness.  She was a good mid-wife and helped bring dozens of babies into the world. 

     She was exceptionally good to the poor.  One of her pet sayings was, "I never gives a happle where there's a horchard" and her every day life proved that that was her actual feeling.  She never failed to have some little thing, such as licorice, peppermints or a handful of nuts or raisins in the house to give to her grand-children as well as all other children.

     She had a very pleasing disposition, always trying to make peace in place of confusion.  She was a good house-keeper and cook.  She could beat the world making bread and did never waste food or anything else.  She would be imposed upon, rather than take advantage of others, and held to the golden rule, "do to others as you would have them do unto you".

     We don't know how large a family there was of them, but told of her brother Fred who roamed a great deal.  He went to Australia, as he was a miner, and went where-ever  he thought there might be some prospecting to be done.

     It was while he was in Canada that he advertised for his sister, Sarah.  Her daughter, Scelena [sic]saw it in the paper and she brought the clipping from the paper to her mother.  Then Fred who lived near his mother, took care of her business answered the advertisement.  Sarah and Fred Goode corresponded for some length of time.

     She believed from the first that he was her brother, but wanted to prove it beyond a doubt.  These letters were a test.  She asked many questions of their childhood days, and of certain incidents that happened while she lived in England.  They had been parted 45 years, and when she was convinced, she invited him to her home in Dayton, Idaho.  He came and partook of her hospitality as long as she lived, which was three or four years.

     Sarah was no hand to put on a big show.  We loved her for what she really was.  Her health was unusually good.  She looked after her garden, her cow and chickens up to the last.  We well remember of one sick spell she had when her great faith and the administration of the elders restored her to health.  Her children all but the two oldest were with her when she died on the 23rd of April 1904, and was buried in Franklin.

Georgia Drake Publishers Note:  It is known that Brigham Young was in Salt Lake City, Utah when Sarah and her children were preparing to come to America.  However, there were other LDS Missionaries during the time Sarah would have been considering the journey to America with the last name Young in England.  It is apparent Sarah would not be referring to President Brigham Young. 

Sarah's brother Fred referred to in this history would be her younger brother George Frederick Goode born in 1835.  Out of the fourteen children of George and Selena Goode, apparently four or five left England and came to America.  Patience arrived in Salt Lake with her husband John Herbert the same year as Sarah and Mariah though they left England a year earlier.  Patience's history mentions a brother that traveled with them and eventually went to the LDS colonies in Mexico.  She does not mention a name.  There are two men in this family whose death place is not indicated, George Frederick and an older brother Samuel Goode.  I have had no luck as yet verifying a sibling going to the Mexico colonies. 

This traveling group from England rode by train to Iowa City.  Here they were outfitted with handcarts and began their trek to Salt Lake City by foot.

Transcribed as written by Luna Chadwick, wife of Charles Frederick Chadwick (taken from her original personal papers) and a grand-daughter of Joseph Chadwick, May Chadwick Jones. 

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Spanish Fork Press Wednesday May 22, 1974.- Story of Mary Ann Barzee

Mary Ann Barzee Boyce aka Boice

Spanish Fork Press Wednesday May 22, 1974.- Story of Mary Ann Barzee

Written by Delilah B. Asay of Lovell, Wyoming.

In an article in the Spanish Fork Press Wednesday May 22, 1974. "My grandmother Mary Ann Barzee Boyce, with her husband John Boyce were called by President Brigham Young to help make a settlement at Spanish Fork, Utah. My grandmother Mary Ann Barzee Boyce was called by President Brigham Young to be an interpreter between the Indians and the white people. She had studied the Indian language and could speak it quite well and understand what the Indians said. Through her ability to speak, the Indians relied a great deal on her for advice. She settled many difficulties between the white people and the Indians. They placed much confidence in what grandmother said and many came to her for advice. One June morning the open door in her one room log shack darkened. On looking up, it was a young Indian father standing in the door. Grandmother said, "Come in, you seem so sad." The young man said, "My squaw died, we have a very little baby, I don't know how to care for it. I give to you, I never take it back." Grandmother replied, "Take it to your mother, she will know what to do for it." "No", he said, "My mother is far away, I can't take it to her." Then grandmother suggested that his wife's mother should have it. He said "She is far, far away and I cannot take it to her." Then grandmother said, "I must talk with my husband. It will be as he says. You come back when the sun is straight up in the sky. I can answer you then."

John Boyce aka Boice
The Indian left. Grandmother soon found grandfather. She told him what had happened. All he said was, "Mary Ann, go to Bishop Markham, tell him we will do exactly as he says." It was only around the block. After hearing her story, grandmother said," Bishop we are like many of the pioneers a bit short of this worlds comforts. I have five small children of my own. And I have had no experience with an Indian baby." When she had finished speaking, Bishop Markham said, “Sister Boyce, take that baby by all means and some day you will be blessed." She took her leave and rushed back to her home where she told her husband what the Bishop had said. Grandfather of course replied, " That is exactly what we will do." Grandmother went in her cabin to prepare for the new arrival. When the young father returned she said, "Yes, go and bring your baby to me. I will do the best I can." The young father left but was soon back with his baby, a beautiful little girl. Grandmother gave the wee one a warm bath and food. Oh how well the little baby responded and adjusted to all that was done for her. Uncle Bert then only three months old shared his natural food with the tiny Indian baby, and they were raised almost as twins. The baby grew well and fit into the family of five children very well. When near 2 years old, both babies took ill. Both were fed alike, both given the same medical care. Uncle Bert responded well to the treatment given, but little Alfaretta passed away. The young father came daily to check on his baby. After her passing the father said, "No morn, her mother wanted her." After the little one was buried, the father was seen no more. Later, Grandfather's family was called, with others to go to Rodes Valley and start another settlement. They had traveled two days by ox team, were tired and camped for the night. The Pioneers camped on a small hill. They turned their oxen and livestock loose to feed and rest. Just at break of day the travelers were awakened by Indian war whoops in the ravine below. They knew the Indians meant trouble. They dressed quickly and prepared to travel on. Before they could get started however, forty Indians on horseback, yelling their war whoops very loud, partly surrounded the Pioneers, who offered no resistance. My Grandfather John Boyce got out of his wagon, went to the chief offered a friendly hand and tried to talk to him. The chief only turned his back and would not speak. Then Grandfather said, "Mary Ann, tell him we want to be friendly." It was then the Chief said, "White man fish all fish out of stream, kill the game that is Indian food. Indian starve to death." Just then a young brave pulled his horse from the line and rode up to the Chief. He jumped from his horse and cried, "Chief, Oh Chief, spare these white people they are my friends, this white woman nursed my baby after my squaw died, please spare their lives." The Chief's heart was touched he said, "You stay fish and hunt as we do. There is plenty for all." The Pioneers and Indians formed a treaty of which 50 pounds of flour and a beef was paid to the Indians. They all parted in peace. Written by Delilah B. Asay of Lovell Wyoming. Granddaughter of Mary Ann Barzee and John Boyce.

Life Story of George T. Marshall

George T. Marshall


Written by his daughter Lola
His granddaughters Wanda and Rose

George Thomas Marshall was born the 9th of November 1851. The records of his children have 1852, but his birth certificate from England has 1851. He was born in Linton Hill, Herefordshire, England.
His father was Thomas Marshall born 28 August 1820 in Linton Hill. His mother was Sarah Goode born 4 March 1822 in Abenhall Glostershire, England.
His brothers and sisters were:
Lovinia Born 12 March 1844 Selena Born 22 Feb 1846 Louisa Born 13 Mar 1850 Sarah Born 11 Jan 1854
William Chadwick Charles Fredrick
Born 4 Feb 1848 Born 6 Oct. 1857 Born 6 Aug 1860
Sarah Goode, George's mother joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints while in England, but his father was very bitter.
His father died when he was only three and his mother worked and saved enough money to come to the United States with her family to be with the Saints in Utah.

The 19 of April 1856, Sara Goode Marshall with her family boarded the ship Samuel Curling and sailed from Liverpool, under the direction of Dan Jones.

They arrived in Boston the 23 of May. Then by rail to Iowa City where preparations were being made for the long journey across the plains. They left with the McArthur Hand Cart Company. (Editor's note: Sarah and her children are listed on the roster of the first hand cart company - Captain Ellsworth.)
They arrived in Salt Lake September 26, 1856. They lived a short time in Ogden with the William Wooley family, whom they had known in England.

She met and married Joseph Chadwick. They were among the first settlers in Franklin Idaho. William and Charles Chadwick were born to them but were sealed to Thomas Marshall.

Franklin was the first settlement in Idaho. A fort was built for the protection of the settlers against the Indians. George made friends with an Indian boy about his own age. His name was Charlie. When the Indians got quarrelsome Charlie would tell George and George would tell his mother who warned the men. A lot of trouble was halted through their friendship. One day when it was very cold Charlie rode up on a horse dressed only in a britch cloth. George asked him why he didn't have on more clothes and Charlie said, "George my ass all same as your face."

George married Elvira VanCuren 20 Dec. 1870 in Salt Lake City. They were endowed in the Endowment House in Salt Lake the 10th Nov. 1873. 

There children were:

Born 22 June 1872 Born 6 Jan 1875 Born 26 April 1878 Born 28 June 1880
Children couldn't be sealed in the endowment house when they were endowed so the son George was sealed to parents by the family 4 Nov. 1969.

George T. Marshall

George Thomas Sr. had the first saloon in Franklin and when the married men gambled away their money or spent all their money on whisky he said he was disgusted with them but if their families were in need he left flour, wood and necessities on their door steps.

Elvira, George's wife died 5 June 1882. She was the daughter of Elvira Teeples Wheeler Rockwood VanCuren. She had a twin sister named Ellen. George's mother-in-law raised Nellie and Rosella (first name Sarah but she was called Rose). Aunt Rose claimed she was mean with them. Lovinia or Lovina (nicknamed Vinnie) was raised by her aunt Sarah, who didn't have any children at the time. Vinnie loved her dearly and said Aunt Sarah really spoiled her. George Jr. stayed with his father.

Pistols owned by George T. Marshall

They also helped raise 5 other children. (His 2nd wife's son's children - he was divorced) George Sr. was sheriff of Franklin for a few years and reports were he was a very good one.
Mary Jane was a sweet lady, hard working, a good cook and she loved children. Lola the youngest daughter said in her life's history: "We all lived as one family, there was no halfs to us, we were all brothers and sisters."

George Thomas was a wheelwright by trade and built wagons. He also had a farm and a home in Franklin. He also made caskets. Mary Jane trimmed them inside and out with cotton batting and white fabric. Lola her daughter said they used to play in them when mother and dad were not home. One of the kids would play dead and they would have them get in the casket, then they would have a funeral.

The farm was a mile north of Franklin. Maple creek ran through the farm. A violet garden surrounded by a spring in the west of the field and there was a row of Poplar trees in the middle of the farm where the coyotes lived and howled all night long. Some said it used to be an Indian burial ground. We found lots of arrow heads there. There was a three room house on the farm, a cow shed and a pig pen. There was always plenty of work to keep everyone busy.
George Sr. remarried 9 Nov. 1882 to Mary Jane Alder Gosland. She had 4 children also by a previous marriage, then eight more children were had by this union:
Mary Jane
Born 23 Nov 1844 Born 27 Dec 1886 Born 14 Jul 1888 Born 31 Dec 1891 Born 14 Jan 1894 Born 5 Jan 1896 Born 2 Aug 1989 

Brief Life Sketch of Martha Jane Herns

Written by Julia Chappell great-granddaughter: Sources and Information of this life history come from extensive research.
John Boice was born 20 February 1814 in Fredricksburg, Ontario, Canada. He was the tenth child of Benjamin Boice and Margaret Bartley Shuman formerly of New York. On the 7th of June 1835, John married Martha Jane Herns. She too was born in Fredricksburg, on the 3rd of March 1816, the daughter of Thomas Herns and Martha Jane Cronk who were of Scottish origin. Martha became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints on the 6th of February 1835, just before she was married, but John was not baptized until the 7th of October 1836. On March 2, 1836 a little girl was born to them and they named her Martha Jane after her mother and grandmother. Their second child, Thomas, was born two years later on 15 February 1838. That same year the little family decided to move from Canada to Kirtland, Ohio, to join with the Saints there. The following year, 1839, the family again pulled up stakes and began the move from Kirtland to Missouri. Somewhere in Illinois, presumably in Barry, the Boice family met some of the members of the Church who, having been driven out of Missouri, were on their way back to Kirtland. The stories they must have heard of the mobs, persecution and violence, coupled with the imminent birth of a new baby, forced the family to remain for a time in Barry, Pike County, Illinois where their third child, Benjamin, was born on the 7th of October 1839. Near the end of the year, when baby Benjamin and his mother were well enough to travel, the family began the perilous journey back to Kirtland. By February 1840, they had arrived at Hudson, Ohio when Martha became desperately ill from quick consumption, no doubt as a result of the hardships of travel with a new baby and two little children, plus exposure to the bitter cold. Weakened by her physical suffering, depressed because of the persecution they had had to endure, and realizing that she did not have long to live, Martha promised that after her death her three little children, the oldest not yet four, would be given to a certain woman she knew who was not a member of the church. Martha had lain ill for days when on the evening of February 13, 1840, she apparently died. Her body was laid upon a bed at the end of the room. Tallow candles cast a restful glow upon the women who were busily engaged in fashioning her burial clothes. A sorrowful husband sat there too. His occupation through the night was to keep the fire alive that glowed upon the hearth and made the long shadows dance in the dim-lit room. The children slept. In the still hours of the morning a voice called out from where his dead wife lay. "John. John, please raise me up." John hastened to Martha's bedside and gently raised her up. She cautioned him not to be afraid, and told him that she had been in the spirit world but had obtained permission to return for a few hours only. She said that she had come back to tell John that she now knew that she wanted her husband to rear their little ones and not the woman she had promised. "But just two of them" she said "for I am going to take one of them with me." Martha also told John that she had made a grave error in allowing herself to grow weary of the Church. She declared a sure testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel and praised God for what had been declared to her by angelic spirits of the Latter Day works. She testified that "Joseph Smith is the great prophet raised up to open up this last dispensation" and was full of joy for being able to return and bear this testimony and rectify the mistake of giving away her children, and "she continued bearing her testimony until her last breath." Those present thought that she would get well, as she ate and slept, and "talked in a strong voice" for the hours allotted to her. That night at 8 o'clock, precisely twenty-four hours from the time of her death the night before, her spirit took flight once more and she passed from this world on the 14th of February 1840. Upon returning from Martha's burial the next day, John found little Thomas "was dying but not with any sickness perceivable." And so it was that on the same day Martha was buried, and on the very day Thomas turned two years old, the 15 of February 1840, that he left this world to be with his mother and was buried beside her in Hudson, Ohio. John took his little daughter, Martha Jane, and the four month-old baby, Benjamin, on to Kirtland. There he married his second wife, Mary Ann Barzee three month later, on May 7, 1840. They received their endowments and were sealed in the Nauvoo Temple on the 22nd of January 1846 just before the exodus from Nauvoo began. John and Mary Ann had nine children born to them, number eight being my grandfather, Elijah Boice. John and Mary Ann moved west with the Saints, stopping for a time in Council Bluffs, Iowa and on from there to Salt Lake City. They were sent to help settle Spanish Fork, Utah, Camus, Utah and Oxford, Idaho. John and Mary Ann were called to work in the Logan Temple. Much of the temple work done for their family members and friends was done by them and their children. John died a Patriarch on March 31, 1886. Mary Ann joined him more than 16 years later on the 7th of October 1902. They are both buried in the Oxford Cemetery, Oxford, Idaho.

Publisher's Note:  Tuberculosis was known as "consumption" in the 1800's.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Alpharetta "Alfretta" Boice (adopted Native American Indian baby girl)

Ute Indian mother and baby papoose 

Memorial Marker for Alpharetta Boice located at
Historical Pioneer Cemetery, Spanish Fork Utah
This Cemetery has also been called The 
Old Palmyra Graveyard.

Alpharetta "Alfretta" Boice
Birth: May, 1854
Spanish Fork
Utah County Area
Utah, USA
Death: Dec. 7, 1856
Spanish Fork
Utah County
Utah, USA

Alpharetta is the adopted Lamanite daughter of John and Mary Ann Barzee Boice. They with the other saints encountered the hardships of all who crossed the plains in the early days. John and Mary settled in the Spanish area in 1852 were they encountered the trials of early life in Utah. Here Mary Ann donated her time to hesitance of teaching and doctoring as which she was very skilled at as mentioned before.

John Boice
Mary Ann Barzee

At the time of this incident in her life she was the mother of five children. On March 16, 1854 another son was born to her. Some two or three months later a young Indian Father came to her home bringing with him his tiny baby daughter whose mother had just died. He asked Mary Ann if she would take the baby girl and raise it for him. This of course brought things she hadn't expected, but she told him to come back the next day for his answer. Mary Ann wanted to take this tiny bit of motherless human to her breast and keep it, but she had to consider the extra work it would make for her, with her own small son, it must share the nourishment she gave him. So this wonderful woman being the kind she was went with her husband to the Bishop about the matter. He said by all means Sister Boyce, take that baby and one of my wives will help you with the work. And so Mary Ann took little Alfretta the name they gave her when she was blessed along with their son Albert.

This monument is all that remains of the fort located in Palmyra Utah, The fort John and Mary Ann were called to help build.  It is located at the corner of a corral on a farm.  When Indian trouble increased, these pioneers followed the admonition of President Brigham Young and moved to the safety of the larger fort in Spanish Fork.  This marker is located west of Spanish Fork, not far from Utah Lake.  Stephen Markham was Bishop, and he was also John Boice's son-in-law.  He married his daughter Martha Jane, daughter of John Boice and Jane Herns.

Sharing alike the joys and baby trials and sickness, the babies grew to be three years old and a great sorrow came. Both babies became ill with the measles. Mary Ann cared and prayed over them alike, but God saw fit to take the little Indian baby girl. She died in 1857 at the age of three. Nothing was left undone for she was their very own. She had been sealed to them in the Temple of our Lord. In 1857 John and Mary Ann were called with their family to settle what is now called Camas Prairie.

On arrival they made camp and began making arrangements for settlement. In the evening they were filled with terror to find themselves surrounded by hostile Indians, whose intent it was to massacre all.

John stepped out and tried to talk to them, but it was of no use. Then Mary Ann tried, this had it's effect. One of the warriors recognized her as the woman who took care of his baby girl.

After Mary Ann took the baby the young Indian watched closely and saw she loved the baby with all her heart, so he told all present the story and it saved their lives.

But this being the Indians hunting grounds the families left and were not permitted to stay, but allowed to leave in peace. The Saints returned to Parley's Park where they lived for some years. Then the Boyce family left after giving and serving and raising their children, went to Oxford, Idaho and lived for 24 years. Assisting all those whom they could help.

(Family oral history - This Indian Brave would watch from the hillside the children. He knew of the wonderful and watchful care the little ones were receiving. His little daughter was given the special care that little Albert received. The Indian Father watched her burial from a distance.)

Pioneer Heritage Cemetery Spanish Fork, Utah


Reference Created by: Georgia Drake
Record added: Jun 30, 2011
Find A Grave Memorial# 72278162

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Sarah Goode Marshall - Chadwick 2017 Reunion Registration

Please view this Sarah Goode Marshall Chadwick 2017 Reunion video.
Share with other family members and encourage them to attend this
wonderful Family gathering scheduled for June 23-24th 2017.

It was so wonderful to meet so many cousins who traveled so far to attend this reunion. If you weren't able to attend, hopefully we will see you next time.

Where: Salt Lake City Utah and This is the Place Monument and Heritage Park
When:  June 23-24th, 2017  Friday and Saturday
Who:    All Sarah Goode Marshall - Chadwick descendants
Cost:     Registration Fee $5/person or $15/family

Please help us in food catering and other arrangements by pre -registering.  The following form was created to help with the registration process. Write in your email contact information and I will send a confirmation email to you.  Also, write which of Sarah's children is your ancestor.  Hope to see you there! Continental Breakfast begins at 8:30am Saturday and Awesome catered lunch both provided by SGA. For more information: