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.

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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.


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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. 

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

LIFE STORY OF GEORGE THOMAS MARSHALL**BORN 1851

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

Tryphena
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:
Francis
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.

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