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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.

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





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Saturday, July 23, 2011

John and Mary Ann Boice Nauvoo Land Records


Land and Records Office identifies a block on the far
north end of Parly Street where John and Mary Ann Boice
lived as "tenants" on block #9 during the Nauvoo period.
Known today as "Inspirition Point" overlooking the Mississippi River


Martin Calvin Boyce

An E-mail was received from a cousin, yesterday.  In it Tony states: "Anyone who's been to Nauvoo lately knows that you can go to the "Land & Record Office" there and discover where your Nauvoo relatives lived when they were here, As you may recall, our common ancestor Martin Calvin Boyce (Grandma Asay's father...) was reportedly born at "Crooked Creek" in Hancock County in 1844, not long before Joseph and Hyrum were killed. Well, the Land & Records office identifies a block on the far north end of Parley Street where John and Mary Ann Boyce lived as "tenants" on block #9 during the Nauvoo period. The site is very near what is today known as "Inspiration Point" (which overlooks the Mississippi on the far north end of the Nauvoo settlement.)

This section of Nauvoo is now overgrown with only a narrow lane running through the woods there. The enclosed photo is, as best as I can tell, on the old Boyce Family block. "



John Boice

Mary Ann Barzee Boice

 "We Must Never Look Back" a song of leaving Nauvoo
Music and Lyrics by Jon Wilson of Cowley, Wyoming

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Grateful appreciation to Tony Marostica for sharing the photo of "Inspirition Point" and information obtained from the Land and Record Office of Nauvoo.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Dauean Louisa Marshall Boyce (Boice)


Louisa Marshall Boyce


Louisa Marshall Boyce/Boice
Lovell, Wyoming

Transcription of History

Louesa Marshall Boice was born at Linton Hill Herforeshire England 12 March 1850.   She was the fourth child of Thomas Marshall and Sarah Goode when she was six years of age she came to America with her widowed mother four sisters and a brother.

At that tender age she walked most of the way across the plains, as her mother was a member of the first handcart company to cross the plains.  The last day of the journey a some horseman from Salt Lake met Grandmother with her little group treaking along pulling their handcart which contained all their earthly possessions, they took up the children on their horses and rode back to Salt Lake.

Louesa had a vivid recollection of a woman holding her on her lap and looking at her arms through the rays of the bright sun, the woman sobbed bitterly when she saw the skin hanging loosely oner the bone.

Her first home was in Ogden Utah.  Her youthful days was spent in the fields gleaning the heads of grain after the harvesting was done.  She truly earned her bread by the sweat of her brow.


"The Gleaners"

Early in life she learned how to manipulate the spinning wheel and she gathered the wool from sage brush and wire fences where the sheep had been feeding, she gathered bones and carcasses, soaked ashes in water, and boiled the bones in the water which she poured off the aches and thus she made soap with which to wash the wool, clothing, etc.

After carding the wool she spun it into yarn and knit stockings for herself and other members of the family.  In fact, she became expert in knitting.  During the world war she won a souvenier for badge for knitting 50 pair sox and a certificate from President Wilson.

She was deprived of schooling having to work hard to help support the members of the family.

Her mother married William Chadwick but his presence in the family only heaped greater hardship on the children, as he compelled them to do manual labor with him in the fields during the summer and when winter came he would not allow the children to stay home, but turned them out to ind a home where elsewhere.  When spring came he forced them to come back only to work hard all summer only to be turned away again when winter came.

Later the family moved to Franklin Idaho.  [High Creek-] When Louisa was fourteen years of age she was driving a yoke of Oxen hitched to a wagon and was on her way to the grist mill with several sacks of wheat which was to be groung up into flour.

As the oxen approached a pole bridge, they beame stupid and Louesa had much difficulty trying to get them to cross ; in so doing, two of the wheels missed the bridge and she found herslef stranded in the ditch.

In the distance, not far away, three men had witnessed the scene and one of them came to her resuce.  In a short time he had the wagon out of the ditch and Louesa was on her way rejoicing.   She made her home with T. H. [Tryphena Hunt?] 

Louesa said that he was the finest type of young manhood she had ever met little did she realize at that time hew as to be her companion for life.

The next spring Louisa was on her way to Montana where she expected to make her home with her sister Tryphena Hunt.  Her first night was spent at Oxford Idaho.  Before starting out the next morning, she found it necessary to do some repair work on her clothing.  Being bashful and shy she hid herself in ath rear of the wagon and was busily engaged darning her stockings when a stranger stepped up and found her in this embarrassing position. 

He went to one of his sons and told him that any young woman who could repair her clothing and darn stockings as this one could would make a good companion for a young man.

Martin Calvin took the hint.  Louesa discontinued her journey to Montana Market Lake and they were married 7 May 1865, being the first couple to be married in Oxford.  There were only two log houses in the settlement at that time.  How happy they must have been as they worked together weaving willows into a shanty which served as their first home.  A wagon box turned upside down was used as a bedstead upon which they slept.  I have often wondered how they managed, living in a willow house when the rains descended.

Louisa was in her fifteenth year and weighed ninety pounds at the time of her marriage.


Thursday, January 27, 2011

Autobiography of John Boice [Boyce]

John Boice [Boyce]
Source:  Seventies Record, 2nd Quorum, Biographies, LDS Church Archives, Pg. 29. Grammar has been standardized.

John Boice [Boyce], the son of Margaret and Benjamin Boice, born 10 February 1810 [Alternate date in records: 20 Feb 1814], Fredrisburg, Upper Canada, was baptized in the Church [Jesus Christ] of Latter-day Saints, 1833, having been married two years to Jane, the daughter of Thomas and Martha Horne she became a member of the Church at the same time.  A miracle was wrought there, which I would like to mention concerning an aged lady, who had been troubled with the salt rheum[?] about twenty years, she standing by the water's edge.  Brother ... said to her, "If you will believe in the Lord Jesus and be baptized for the remission of your sins and have hands, then I will promise you you shall be healed."  She at once consented and was immediately healed.  This circumstance I witnessed.  I then came to Kirtland, was ordained a priest, remained there a while and then started for Far West.  But on meeting the Saints in Missouri, I returned with them and came to Quincy.  At the close of one year I lost my wife and one child, besides suffering with sickness myself.  I married again, Mary Ann, the daughter of James and Betsy Barizee. 
Mary Ann Barzee

Prophet Joseph Smith
Prophet of the Last Dispensation
and Restoration of the Church of Jesus Christ
I have been personally acquainted with Joseph and Hyrum and many of the Twelve, and remain a firm believer of all these persons as far as I am acquainted.  Nauvoo, November 3, 1845.


John Boice [Boyce]

Mary Ann Barzee

Mary Ann Barzee and John Boice
Oxford Cemetery, Franklin, Idaho

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Biography of John Boice 1814-1886

John Boice
Written by his granddaughter, Rachel Boice Olson,
at the request of her brother, John. 
To be read at the family reunion on the
seventh day of April, 1931, at Lovell, Wyoming.

John Boice was a man of great honor and integrity.  He was a perfect specimen of physical manhood which enabled him to stand great hardships encountered in his strenuous work of pioneering.

He was born February 20th, 1814, at Fredricksburg, Upper Canada.  He was the son of Benjamin Boice and Margaret Hartly and was the youngest of a family of six.  He married Jane Hearms June 7th, 1835, and this same year he and his wife were led into the waters of baptism.  Through this ordinance they were ushered into the rays of living light and their descendants were made heirs to great blessings.

Shortly after he embraced the gospel he had a dream.  He dreamed he saw the temple in place and Joseph Smith, the Prophet, dressed in a long white robe standing with bowed head by the temple, his hands and feet were clear as glass.  Looking up and gazing at the temple, he said, "Bretheren, the set time has come to favor Zion, and Jackson County is ours; I will take with me fifteen hundred men, and there will not be a man to make afraid nor a dog to bark."


Prophet Joseph Smith

He then awoke because of the dream.  In the year 1837 he with his family migrated to Kirtland, Ohio, and the following year they started for Missouri, but were driven back by a mob and stopped at Barry Pike County, Illinois.  Two years later they went back to Ohio on business.  After their interest had been transacted they started for Kirtland.  While on the journey, his wife was taken very ill in the town of Hudson.  During her illness she was permitted to see beyond the veil and for 24 hours appeared as dead, after which she regained consciousness.  She related the following story, that angelic spirits had declared to her that Joseph Smith was the great prophet raised up to open this last dispensation, and she bore a strong testimony of this latter-day work.  She said she had only come back to stay four days as she had promised a certain woman that she was willing she should rear her three little children, but now she desired that her husband should rear two of them, as she was going to take one of them with her.

In the evening of the fourth day at eight o'clock, at the same hour that she became unconscious, she passed peacefully away on February 14th, 1840.  After the service and the body had been laid to rest, Grandfather, returning home found his healthiest son, Thomas, in a dying condition, not from any perceivable sickness, and soon passed away.  Thus her words were fulfilled.

He resumed his journey and met the Saints at Quincy, Illinois, who were gathering to hold their first conference after being driven from Missouri.

While in company with Brother Haddock, Grandfather related his dream while in Canada.  Brother Haddock answered, "Well, you can test the truth of that dream today, for if it was Brother Joseph, you will know him when you see him."  Soon after, Grandfather looked up and saw a group of men conversing among themselves.  As he beheld the sight of one of the man's faces he said, pointing, "There is the man I saw."  "Yes," said Brother Haddock, "that is Joseph Smith."

After arriving in Kirtland he met Mary Ann Barzee, and they were married May 7th, 1840.  In June, 1841, they sailed by boat to Nauvoo.  Here they were being mobbed and driven from place to place. 

Mary Ann Barzee
Their first son, Chester, was born at Chester, Ohio, April 12th, 1842, and died at Crooked Creek, Illinois.  Martin Calvin [was] born at Crooked Creek, April 7th, 1844, on Sunday at dusk.  John, Junior, was born at McDonough County, Illinois, May 24th, 1846.  David was born February 18, 1848, Jo Daviess County, Illinois.  Elizabeth Ann was born November 27th at Jo Daviess County, Sand Prairie, Illinois.

At the time of the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph and Hyrum, Grandfather's family was living a few miles from Carthage.  He, with others, were called in haste to Nauvoo by the Prophet as he was going to prison and he desired to talk to them.  They heard his instructions to the people from time to time.  "Bretheren, I have great sorrow in my heart for fear that I may be taken away from the earth with the keys of the kingdom of God upon me, without sealing them upon the heads of men.  God has sealed upon my head all the keys of the kingdom of God necessary to the organizing and building up of the Church of Zion and the kingdom of God upon the earth, and to prepare the Saints for the coming of man.  Now, brethern, I thank God that I have lived to see the day that I have been enabled to give you your endowments, and that I have sealed upon your heads all the powers of the priesthood and apostleship with all the keys and powers of which God has sealed upon me.  And I now roll all of the labor, burden, and care of this Church and kingdom of God upon your shoulders.  I now command you in the name of the Lord Jesus to round up your shoulders and care of this Church and kingdom of God before heaven and earth, and before God and angels and man, and if you do not do it you will be damned."

After the Prophet and Patriarch were slain, most of the Apostles were on missions.  Sidney Rigdon seemed much concerned and expressed the idea that a guardian must be appointed to lead the Church on.  When the Apostles came home, the people met in a large gathering in the forenoon to consider who should be the president of the Church.  It was not decided and another gathering was called in the afternoon.  In this gathering Brigham Young rose to speak, and by the spirit of the Holy Ghost which brings things past, things present, and things to come, fell with such power upon the people that Brigham Young was transfigured before them in the likeness of Joseph in looks and speech; the vote was unanimous in favor of Brigham Young.
President Brigham Young
In the spring of 1852, Grandfather with his family left Nauvoo, Illinois, with others and started across the plains by ox team, arriving in Salt Lake.

They were called to Spanish Fork to assist in building a fort.  While there they met a friendly band of Indians.  The chief asked if they would build him a house inside the fort, which was also done.  Donations were given to the Indians and Grandfather was chosen to deliver these donations to the chief who in turn distributed them among his tribe.

Grandmother succeeded in learning the Indian language and was appointed Indian interpreter.  One day a young Indian came to her home with his three-month old baby saying he would give it to her and never take it away as his squaw had died.  She answered him saying she would let him know in a little while.  After talking the matter over with Grandfather, he advised her to go to their bishop for counsel.  She related the circumstances to the bishop, telling him she had a family of five children and could not see her way through, but he said "By all means, Sister Boice, take the baby, for you don't know what good it will bring."  So she took the baby and when it was about a year old it took seriously ill.  All was done for its recovery, taking it to a doctor in Provo, but finally the baby died and was buried as if it was their own.  The father of the baby was a frequent visitor during its sickness and death.  This was in the year 1855.

Alpharetta Boice buried in Pioneer Heritage Cemetery
Spanish Fork, Utah
Like all colonizers in a new country, their time was devoted to building and farming while the women provided clothing by spinning wool and weaving cloth.  He remained in Spanish Fork until the year 1857 when he was called with others to make a settlement 40 miles southeast of Salt Lake.  When they arrived there, they were met by a bunch of hostile Indians, about 40 in number, on horseback forming a line before their wagons.  Grandfather offered to shake hands with them, but they refused, waiting for the word of command.  When one of the Indians jumped from his horse and went to the chief telling him how Grandmother cared for his baby during its sickness and death, the chief listened to the story, then began to talk telling the Indians that it was their best hunting grounds and when the whites came their game and fish disappeared.  Grandmother understood their conversations, telling Grandfather what they said.  He told her to tell the chief they would not hunt or fish.  The chief replied that they will scare them all away.  However, through the pleading of the young Indian, his heart was softened and the chief said [that] if they would make a treaty to give them a beef they would not molest them, which was agreed upon.  Grandmother said, "Oh how glad I am that we listened to our bishop and took his counsel."  Grandfather immediately rode to Salt Lake on horseback and reported to President Young and he advised them to move out.

They then went to Parley's Park and remained there that winter, being shut in with the depth of snow.  This was the winter of 1858 and has been recorded as the hardest winter in the history of Utah.  When spring came they were destitute, broken up in body and mind, for they were nearly famished from hunger and cold, being deprived of the comforts of life.  From here they migrated north as far as Farmington where another son, Elijah, was born.  Here they remained until 1861, at which time they moved to Smithfield, living there a few years.  Another son, Lorenzo, was born.

George Barzee and John Boice
Smithfield, Utah Cemetery
In the year 1865 they went north as far as Oxford, Idaho, where his son, John, age 19, and his brother-in-law, George Barzee, age 23, were frozen to death one mile from Franklin, Idaho.  Here his health began to fail him and he devoted his time to church work.  He, with Grandmother, were called to work in the Logan Temple.  After spending two months there they were called to the deathbed of their son, David.  They returned to the temple, but he continued to fail in heath.  President John Taylor called him to the office of patriarch and advised him to travel and bless the people.  Many of the sacred prophecies and promises which he made the people are recorded in Grandmother's diary.


John and Mary Ann Barzee Boice home in Oxford, Idaho

Possibly John Boice plowing

John and Mary Ann Boice home today Oxford, Idaho

He led a life of prayer and honesty.  He governed his family according to the requirements of the priesthood.  While on his deathbed, his tribute to Grandmother, "Ma, you have been faithful with me in rearing our large family and you have done well; may you always keep the presence of mind and God will bless you forever."
They reared a large family who are co-workers in the great cause of Zion.

Mary Ann Barzee and John Boice
Oxford Cemetery, Oxford, Franklin, Idaho
His mortal activities have been recorded in the annals of Church history.  Surly the rewards for faithfulness is [are] realized in the numerous posterity which carry on the good teachings and example given them by such a worth progenitor.  He passed peacefully away on March thirty-first, 1886, and his mortal remains were laid to rest in the Oxford Cemetery.
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Source: Biography of John Boice, typescript, LDS Church Archives.  Grammar has been standardized.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Martin Calvin and John Boice Document

Martin Calvin Boyce
Transcribed from above letter written in Grandmother Asay's handwritting


John Boice - Patriarch

"These. Few questions you mentioned. Answers

 1. My Grand Father John Boice. 1. wife is Jane Hearns (died young)
Inserted 2. He married Mary Ann Barzee


Mary Ann Barzee Boice
 The saints had to cross a lake to attend their meetings. They crossed by Boat. The Boat sank out in the lake - all aboard were drowned. At that time, it was advisable for men to have the women sealed to worthy men. 2 of the young ladies were sealed to my grand Father John Boice. They had a elderly lady sealed to him known as Old Auntie to us, but she was cared for by my grand parents. It is writen that Grand Father John Boice said the Prophet Joseph was the only man he could not pin his shoulders to the mat, (wrestle for pure entertainment)
Prophet Joseph Smith Jr.
Now for the item you ask for. My Father Martin Calvin Boice was Born. April 7. 1844 at Crook Creek Hancock County Ill. At that time, the Prophet Joseph Smith in grate danger by the mob a crats. They wanted to kill him. The Saints did all they could to protect the prophet from these wicked people by hiding him in their homes. At this time, my grand parents hid the prophet in their home. Thus he (inserted: my Father 2 months old) was held in the Arms of our beloved Prophet Joseph Smith. But the wicked men later caught the prophet put him in Carthage jail. On June 27 1844 the mob gathered broke in the jail and shot Hyrum Smith the prophets Brother also the Prophet Joseph Smith. My grand father rushed to the scene as soon as the alarm was given; but it was over.

My Grandmother told me this It always made me feels so sad - I did not talk about it much.

I appreciate your efforts more than you know.

By to all.
Love and Blessings
Mom

Friday, November 19, 2010

Pioneer Heritage Cemetery - Spanish Fork Utah







1530 East 1884 South Spanish Fork, Utah Resting place of
 Alpharetta Boice adopted Indian Baby of John and Mary Ann
This Cemetery has also been called The Old Palmyra Graveyard, 
the East Bench Graveyard, and The Upper Cemetery.
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Today there is an actual address, paved road and parking space, curb, gutter, sidewalks, green grass, lovely flowers and rock wall fencing. There is no doubt, when you drive up to this spot, there is something special here.

In the early 1980's, I was searching for the cemetery where the little adopted Indian baby Alpharetta was buried. I asked towns people I came across in Spanish Fork if they knew of a pioneer cemetery.  Some would tell me where the city cemetery was located, but they were unaware of any other cemetery in Spanish Fork. I thanked them, and keep looking. I had long since talked with the Sexton of the Spanish Fork Cemetery. He showed me where the older part of the cemetery was located, and tried to be helpful. I was grateful to him, but I could tell it was not the place. The place I was looking for had been imprinted on my mind years before as I listened to the Pioneer Stories told by Grandmother Delila Asay. When she told the story of Alpharetta, she spoke with such emotion in her voice, and the detail she gave created an image in my mind clearly of a time and place I had never been but would recognize when I saw it.

John Boice
Mary Ann Barzee














 Over a period of a few years, I asked people  I came in contact with in Spanish Fork, if they knew of the existence of a pioneer cemetery. I knew I was looking for a place high, overlooking the valley, and the Spanish Fork River.  When Bill and I were looking at homes built on the new golf course, I asked a man the familiar question.  To my surprise, and delight, he told me of a small cemetery located in a field.  He drew a map and gave some instruction to help navigate the agricultural fields of corn, and alfalfa.  With map in hand, Bill and I started out. The instructions went something like, drive about 3 miles, then take the second lane lined with corn fields and old wood posts with barbed wire, you'll see a tin sign on one of the posts... if you come to a farm house, you've gone to far....



We followed the directions, to an area where there was nothing but fields, and a farm house in the distance. We drove along the dirt lane, which was reminiscent of the farm I grew up on in Cowley, Wyoming without the drainage ditch. Finally we saw an area enclosed by tall chain link fencing with a monument inside.  This looked promising.  We drove over the ruts in the field as far as we could, and then got out and walked the rest of the way.  When we entered the enclosure,  a tall vertical historic monument was directly ahead with the names of the known pioneers buried there.   Small river bed stones laid around to provide a better walking area than bare ground.   Weeds had grown through, hiding the small rounded, weather-worn red sandstone markers left by the early pioneers.   I could detect no lettering left on any of the sandstone markers, but they were mostly of a fairly uniform size and shape, and marked the final resting place of loved ones of long ago.






















As I looked around, visually I knew this place met the criteria Grandmother Asay laid out. More importantly, I knew in my heart this was the place.

As the years past, need for housing as populations grew, began to show itself in the changing landscape surrounding this little plot of land.  As the land changed from agricultural use to housing subdivisions, corresponding changes were seen at the little cemetery.  When I drove to visit the cemetery I was greeted by a new southern entrance instead of west.  A tiny parking space was chisled from the side of the hill, and there rather steep stairs led to the cemetery at the top of the hill. A new square wooden sign greeted me when I reached the top that said, "Pioneer Historical Cemetery". 

Pioneer Historical Cemetery
The next time I came to visit, there were more changes.  The Southern entrance and stairs were gone, I'm quite sure they didn't meet wheelchair accessibility requirements.   The wooden sign was replaced by a nice wrought iron. 


















The monument had received a "face lift" of sorts too.  It was no longer facing West, and the tall vertical monument that is "typical" of pioneer monuments had spouted wings, and concrete steps.  The gravel, weeds and small sandstone monuments were still there, and the iron sign had a fresh coat of paint.  The farm house is framed under the sign.



















The next time I visited around  2008, the changes I saw caused me some alarm.  The headstones were missing and more changes were obviously in progress. This concerned me enough to make a visit to the Spanish Fork City offices.  With the subdivision encroaching on the area, I wanted to make sure this cemetery was protected and it's integrity maintained.   

Flags marking grave sites.













The City had started a high-tech process to locate the various graves using echo type equipment to map out the cemetery.  The headstones had been removed and I was told they were being "restored" and would be replaced.  I was satisfied with what I had been told was happening and watched with interest as the project progressed.



















That brings us to what you will find when you visit the little cemetery in Spanish Fork today.  The Pioneer Heritage Cemetery was re-dedicated July 22, 2009.  The monument has been removed, but the DUP marker set in the monument in 1943 has been re-set at the entrance gate of the newly renovated cemetery.

set  in original  monument

names of known pioneers buried here





Sculptors Erasmo and Alex Fuents
The statue was unveiled by the sculptors and assisted by Mayor Joe Thomas at the re-dedication.  The figure depicts a young pioneer family.  "The statue embodies all those who lost loved ones and buried them here; but looked forward with hope and peace to the future."

sidewalk around perimeter with benches for reflection
new concrete markers
























One cannot deny the renovation to the Heritage Cemetery has resulted in a peaceful setting, and in keeping with the high rent housing that surrounds it.  But what happened to the red sandstone markers?  I called and they ceased their "restoration" efforts as it "wasn't turning out well".
Brock Larson learned of the cemetery restoration and decided to make placing headstones at the new Pioneer Heritage Cemetery his Eagle Scout Project.  "I thought that this would be cool because it was something to do for our ancestors."  It is lovely, but I will always remember the first time I saw this almost forgotten cemetery, and the feeling it gave me as I looked at those hand chisled, red sandstone markers, knowing that one may have been placed by John and Mary Ann for their beloved Alpharetta.  Still, now Alpharetta's name and legacy is known to all who come to this little cemetery and pause to read this bronzed plaque that tells her story.  Grandmother Asay would be very pleased.
to read Alpharetta's story:
 http://pioneerstories-asay.blogspot.com/2012/03/story-of-alpharetta-boice-indian-baby.html




1530 East 1884 South Spanish Fork