My Mom's Family

Grandma Wright in the middle.  Aunt Mary on the left, Aunt Ruth on the right.

Mom's family, mom Ileen, Grandpa Charles James, Rosemarie, (younger sister)

Charleen, (twin sister) Grandma Mina Geneve

Our family, Dianna, Mom, Grandma Wright, Charles, Weldon, Me, Sara, Connie

My mother is Ileen Jane Wright.  Her parents are Charles James Wright and Mina Geneve Brandlee.

handcart pictures

Thomas Morton, Cluff Ward reel 025865

This is a copy of letter I received from Kathy Taylor, descendant of Thomas Morton:

Billy,

I only have an estimated death date of bef 1832.  I don't know why it shows just the year and not before.  Since Mary was remarried in 1832, I had the date in my file as a place setter.  This was an old Ancestral File submission.  Beth White has done most of the research on the family.  I got the information from her. 

 

I do have census records for 1841 and 1851 showing Thomas in the family with John and Mary Wardle.  I also have a copy of Thomas and Mary Ann's marriage certificate, listing William as Thomas' father.  I have enclosed the census images in a Word document for you.

 

Thomas belonged to Whitwick branch, baptized in 1847 by Henry Platts. Whitwick Branch records film # 087038, Thomas was ordained Elder by William Bowen Cluff Ward records # 025863.

 

Mormon Immigration CD

Ship: Nevada
Date of Departure: 10 Jul 1873 Port of Departure: Liverpool, England
LDS Immigrants: 283 Church Leader: Elijah A. Box
Date of Arrival: 23 Jul 1873 Port of Arrival: New York, New York
Source(s): BMR, Book #1041, pp. 281-287 (FHL #025,692); Customs #754 (FHL #175,735); Der Stern, vol.5 (1873), p. 111
MORTON, Mary A. <1830> Age: 43 Origin: Chesterfield
MORTON, Thomas <1830> Age: 43 Origin: Chesterfield Note: BMR, p. 281.
MORTON, Charles <1855> Age: 18 Origin: Chesterfield
MORTON, Herbert <1861> Age: 12 Origin: Chesterfield

I am also posting a scan of the reel with Thomas' information.  According to this Thomas was baptized 1847 by Lawrence Platts in Whitwick.  He passed away Jane 11 1911.  This also indicates his son, Herbert, was not a member.  That is why he is circled.

water colors William Jackson

These pictures are from the book Westward America by Howard W. Driggs with water colors by William H. Jackson.  The publisher is American Pioneer Trail Association.  The author, painter are both deceased and the publisher no longer exists.  I attempted to contact family for permission to publish the illustrations but was unsuccessful.  Each of these pictures plays a part in young Isaac's trek across the plains.

A couple of handcart etchings

The Black Hills; The Martin Handcart Company

After leaving Fort Laramie, the Handcart Company had to travel through the Black Hills.  For this part of the trek, they left the Platte River, which passed through several narrow canyons, not passable by wagon.  This would have presented a most difficult haul.  The only good thing about this part of the journey, would have been that the Handcarters would not have had extra flour on their carts, as the flour was almost depleted, and what was left could have been carried on the wagons.  However they had reduced their rations by half since leaving Fort Laramie, so when nourishment was most needed, they did just the opposite and reduced rations in an effort to preserve themselves. I think very likely, it was this part of the journey Francis Webster was referring to when he made this famous statement:
     I have pulled my hand cart when I was so weak and weary from
     illness and lack of food that I could hardly put one foot ahead of the
     other. I have looked ahead and seen a patch of sand or a hill slope and I
     have said I can go only that far and there I must give up for I cannot pull
     the load through it. I have gone on to that sand and when I reached it the
     cart began pushing me. I have looked back many times to see who was
     pushing my cart but my eyes saw no one. I knew then that the Angels of
     God were there.
It was after this experience that the pioneers decided to further lighten their loads.  They went from 17 pounds per person to 10, and left on the Wyoming plains many items which would shortly be needed, blankets and warm clothing.  However when the left them, they did not know that winter would come early, and with such force.
Isaac pulled Langley Bailey through the Black Hills.  Langley shared his rations in turn with Isaac.  The food was going right through Langley and did not do him much good.  That little extra gave Isaac just enough energy to make it through this part of the journey.

Isaac Wardle History: Introduction

Introduction

“Did His Faith or Hope Ever Dim?”

Look at this stump and tell me what you see; It is a simple reminder of what is in you and me.

A young man passed this way a very long time ago, And chopped down its tree when it was covered with snow.

But before his journey reached this place, he dreamed of a better way to live, So he worked hard and prepared for the greatest gift he would ever give.

For a place called Zion he left his homeland and family; The only way was by handcart and step by step to the Valley.

He must have been strong; he faithfully pulled more than his share. After many miles, more was added to his already burden to bear.

His compassion for a young man whose journey was sure to end, In the bed a handcart, he was carried by a true friend.

But his valiant spirit and strength would be tested once more, Broken wheels, falling snow, and death lingering at every door.

I wonder, at those moments, ...Did his faith or hope ever dim? Did he know that we were watching from above and praying for him?

And now, this incredible journey had brought him to this tree, His great courage to go on should be a guide to you and me.

He used all the strength his ravaged body could give, So that others could find comfort as they struggled just to live.

Starved of body, and of spirit, and frozen to the core; He could think only of his Savior and for him what He bore.

He would have been justified to lay his life down in the snow, But his great legacy of love and sacrifice, we would never know.

Just as we have been blessed, WE must teach our posterity, And may this stump be OUR symbol as we build our family tree. (Robison)

Isaac John Wardle lived a hard life, and so it stands to reason that he would have been a hardened man. However, a picture of him taken in his older years, with his two surviving wives. Shows him laid back, not hard at all. (See picture end of chapter and chapter 15.)

Isaac’s bishop would write to him while he was on his mission, and contradict the notion that Isaac was hard. “Isaac, I miss you in our Councils, our labors, and as a brother neighbor and a friend. But neither I nor your family would recall you, but we pray for you. God bless you. You will return safe. When I penned your name above, and these five lines above, the tears drop; and I am unable to see clear. I feel for one of the Brethren that has been a great help to me in the Branch and in the Ward.” (Bills)

Isaac had every right to be hard. He was born into poverty, a working-class family in England. At age seven he was put to work, and by age nine was working in the coal mines. He continued in this industry through most of his youth. He immigrated as a young man to Utah, with the Martin Handcart Company, which is also known as the “frozen handcart company.” On this trip he was called upon to dig graves for those who had passed away. He pulled in his handcart, Langley Bailey who was sick. This journey, in his life was “...a symbol of faith and dedication.” (The Mormon Pioneer Trail)

He served with the Valley Boys of the Nauvoo Legion, helping to defend Salt Lake Valley against Johnston’s Army. He helped to found the community of South Jordan. He was a sheep farmer. He was a polygamist, and when the federal government decided to pursue polygamists as criminals, he was persecuted and sought by them, and one time arrested. He fulfilled a mission to his native England, and received an honorable release. He returned home early due to health considerations.

The pictures we have of Isaac, contradict his hardness, and show him as a family man, a church man. He was the father of 15, by three different wives. He was devoted to his family; such that he would leave his community, before leaving his wives.

President Hinckley expressed, “It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future. It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead.” (Hinckley 2)

Annually, usually in late July, saints in local congregations take up the song honoring their pioneer ancestors:

They, the Builders of the Nation,

1. They, the builders of the nation, Blazing trails along the way; Stepping-stones for generations Were their deeds of ev’ry day. Building new and firm foundations, Pushing on the wild frontier, Forging onward, ever onward, Blessed, honored Pioneer!

2. Service ever was their watch cry; Love became their guiding star; Courage, their unfailing beacon, Radiating near and far.

Ev’ry day some burden lifted, Ev’ry day some heart to cheer, Ev’ry day some hope the brighter, Blessed, honored Pioneer!

3. As an ensign to the nation, They unfurled the flag of truth, Pillar, guide, and inspiration To the hosts of waiting youth.
Honor, praise, and veneration To the founders we revere! List our song of adoration, Blessed, honored Pioneer! (Hymns #36 Text: Ida R. Alldredge)

To Mormons, the pioneer trek is a symbol of faith. “Close to the heart of Mormondom, as close as the beehive symbol of labor and cohesiveness that decorates the great seal of Utah, is the stylized memory of the trail. For every early Saint, crossing the plains to Zion in the Valleys of the Mountains was not merely a journey but a rite of passage, the final, devoted, enduring act that brought one into the Kingdom. ...The shared experience of the trail was a bond that reinforced the bonds of the faith; and to successive generations who did not personally experience it, it has continued to have sanctity as legend and myth. (Stegner 1)

At the dedicatory prayer for the plaque in Martin’s Cove President Hinckley prayed:

Father, we are so grateful for their faith, their faith in Thee and in Thy Beloved Son, their faith in the Prophet Joseph Smith and Thy work which was restored through him. They left their native land, England, to find refuge where they could worship according to their conscience with their associates in the Salt Lake Valley. Great was their suffering and terrible their tragedy. (Riverton, Hinckley dedicatory prayer)

This history will try to portray, in some modest way, Isaac’s life, and the circumstances surrounding it. Isaac did not write a lot, but we do have a few of his words. He wrote a couple brief histories, and several letters. Also a few histories were written about him. Some of these histories were written by people who knew him, and heard him tell his story. A few of Isaac’s experiences were noted in newspapers; but for the most part, his was a quiet life, a devoted life. He devoted his life to his church and to his family.

Perhaps his faith can help us today in our struggles. We don’t have to pull a handcart. We don’t have to escape federal marshals. We don’t have to face an army of two thousand men. But we do face trials. Neal A. Maxwell said, “Though we have rightly applauded our ancestors for their spiritual achievements (and do not and must not discount them now), those of us who prevail today will have done no small thing. The special spirits who have been reserved to live in this time of challenges and who overcome will one day be praised for their stamina by those who pulled handcarts.” (Maxwell) My goal in putting together this history is so we can take faith from those who have gone before, particularly of Grandfather Isaac, and use that faith to help us in our struggles day to day.

Isaac with Martha on his right and Sophia on his left; Atheamer in back and Cora, Charles’ daughter on his far left