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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.

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.