HALL, Eliza Ann

1872 - 1952  (79 years)  Submit Photo / Document

 Set As Default Person

• Name	HALL, Eliza Ann
  Birth	16 Nov 1872	Gunlock, Washington, Utah, United States
  Gender	Female
  WAC	27 Nov 1889	MANTI
  _TAG	Reviewed on FS
  Death	4 May 1952	Long Beach, Los Angelas, California, United States
  Burial	8 May 1952	Escalante, Garfield, Utah, United States
  Headstones	Submit Headstone Photo
  Person ID	I54213	Joseph Smith Sr and Lucy Mack Smith
  Last Modified	19 Aug 2021

  
  

  Family ID

  F26663

  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family	ROE, John Charles ,   b. 6 Aug 1850, Radford, Nottingham, England Radford, Nottingham, Englandd. 27 Oct 1920, Escalante, Garfield, Utah, United States (Age 70 years)
  Marriage	27 Nov 1889	Manti, Utah
  Children	+ 1. ROE, Mary ,   b. 16 Feb 1900, Escalante, Garfield, Utah, United States Escalante, Garfield, Utah, United Statesd. 22 Apr 1990, Provo, Utah, Utah, United States (Age 90 years)
  Family ID	F21340	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	24 Jan 2022

  
  

• Photos

  At least one living or private individual is linked to this item - Details withheld.

  
  

• Notes

  Written by Madge Alger Hunt, a granddaughter, at Enterprise, Utah. September 1957. William Wesley Hall was born October 3, 1854 at Parowan, Iron County, Utah. His father was Job Pitcher Hall, born August 16, 1820 at Belmonst, Waldo County, Maine, and his mother, Mary Elizabeth Homes was born March 17, 1828 at New York, New York. They were married February 25, 1848 at Nauvoo, Illinois, and came to Utah with the Mormon Pioneers. They had a family of 12 children, seven boys and five girls, William Wesley being the fourth child. Because of their large family his education was limited, for it took the help of the children to make a living. As a result, he only obtained a few weeks schooling each year. His parents were called to Southern Utah in the early days of the Church to help make settlements. They arrived in Parowan, Iron County, Utah on January 13, 1851. It was here that William was born. He lived in many of the towns in Southern Utah, as his father helped to settle many of them. Some of the towns were: Parowan, Paragonah, Toquerville, Santa Clara, St. George, Gunlock, Pine Valley, Glendale, Panguitch, and Escalante. His older brother, Job, went to California when a young man and never returned so it left William about the only help his father had, as the two older then he were girls. When he was still quite young he would go to the mountains with his father and help get timber and logs to make houses for the new settlements. They would haul wood and do any odd jobs and take whatever the people had for pay in order to keep the family going. About 1865 he went with his father to Bullenville, near Panaca, Nevada to work around the mining camps of that area. They did such work as getting out mining timber, burning charcoal, and hauling wood. Later, about 1867, his family moved to St. George, then Pine Valley, and later to Gunlock where Grandpa’s youngest sister, Eliza Ann, was born. His family also lived in Heberon. It was here that most of his courting was done. For awhile he went with one of Thomas Terry’s girls, Willhelmina, but Thomas didn’t think the Halls were up to much so he told William one night in no uncertain terms that he didn’t want any little ticky-assed Halls hanging around there. William then went back to his old childhood playmate and sweetheart. He had grown up with Malinda Hunt as a playmate when they were just children and had thought a great deal of her. Both of their families had helped to settle many of the small towns in Southern Utah, so they were frequently together. Malinda was a sweet, lovable girl, small in stature. I don’t believe she was over five feet tall and always full of fun. She could enjoy a joke even when it was on herself. She was born of goodly parents of old Puritan stock. Her father, Amos Hunt, was born February 28, 1819 and her mother, Nancy Garrett Welborne, was born August 7, 1823. Malinda was the 8th child of a family of 12 children. Malinda had a brother, Amos, Just older than she, who was courting Rhoda Truman. Malinda’s sister, Jane, was courting George A. Holt at the same time she and William were going together. The three couples had some merry times together. They did a lot of horseback riding as well as parties and dances. Jeff, another of William’s brothers, and Amos used to be the fiddlers for the dances and William was the one who did the calling for the quadrilles, so that left Malinda and Rhoda without a partner. Malinda used to tell of the fun they and George Holt would have cutting up in the dances. Of getting jealous. Jane was always more serious than Malinda and always wondered who it was that they didn’t mate up the other way about for she and George were always in for all the fun. William and Malinda and Amos and Rhonda were married at the same time. They went in a covered wagon to Salt Lake and were married in the old Endowment House on October 12, 1874. It took almost a month to make the trip. Pretty nice to have a honeymoon trip along with a wedding. Just before they started up to get married, Amos was giving William some advice and said, “Now Will, Malinda is a good girl and will make you a good wife if you can just put up with her temper.” Malinda happened to hear this and resolved to conquer her temper from then on. And I think she must have done a very fine job of it for I don’t think any of her grandchildren ever knew she could get angry. Their first home was in Heberon, Utah. Here, on August 1, 1875, William Edward was born. Two years later on September 12, 1877, Amos Wesley was born. It was soon after this second child was born that they decided to move to Escalante, Utah. William’s father, Job Pitcher Hall, had a farm their and was pretty crippled up with rheumatism so William went to help him. They lived in a little one-room log cabin for a number of years. Here, on October 21, 1979, Edmond Willis was born and January 14, 1882, Job Franklin was born. As the family increased, William worked at the sawmill on the mountain and got lumber enough to build a lumber house with two rooms and an attic room. Part of the time while there they lived in Escalante in the winter and moved on the mountain in the summer. Here they would milk cows and make cheese and butter to trade for food and clothing for the winter months. Many a wakeful noght was spent up on the mountain. Malinda was quite a coward of the dark and when William would go into town for supplies it left only her and the boys alone. One time William was to be gone overnight but when he wasn’t back the second night Malinda began to worry. In the night, she couldn’t sleep and soon she heard a scratching on the logs that stuck out at the corner of the house. She just knew there was a bear out there. She got Amos up and he went out to see what it was. The calves had found the ends of the logs a good place to scratch themselves. Malinda waited anxiously through the third night before William returned, feeling pretty good over his drunken spree in town, for he did like to drink once in awhile. Another night Malinda got another scare. They had their cheese laid on shelves in the cellar. One night the porcupines, which were quite bad up there on the mountain, chewed the shelf in two and let the cheese fall to the floor with a crashing noise, frightening Malinda almost to death. In 1884 William moved his family to Thurber, Utah to help Great Grandma Hunt take care of her farm after her husband passed away. It was here that their first girl, Mary Malinda, was born, and how happy they were to have a little girl on the family. William couldn’t sing a note when their moved to Thurber. He had, something before, borrowed $5 from his sister, Eliza, and had not been able to pay her back. She told him one day that if he would sing her a song she would forget the $5. It was worth a try so William got to his feet, stretched his neck first to one side then to the other, flopping his arms awhile and pretended to crow like a rooster, informing her that was the song of the dumb rooster. The debt was forgotten. There was a singing teacher and choir leader, Benny Clark, who lived on a ranch near Thurber and William got him to teach him to sing. He did a good job of it for he joined the choir there and after they moved back to Escalante two or three years later, he joined the choir there and drove three miles to choir practice. He developed a very keen ear for music. He and three of his older sons learned to play the violin and became very good at it. I wonder how Malinda ever stood it while they were learning. They used to have quite a time with the Indians begging for food while they lived in Escalante. One morning William was out in the field irrigating and Malinda had a big pan of biscuits baking for their breakfast when an old Indian came and wanted the biscuits. Malinda gave him part of then but he wanted more. She told him no, she needed the rest for her own family. The baby, Mary Malinda, was laying in her cradle in the room and the old Indian went to the cradle, raised his knife over the baby as it to kill it. Malinda picked up a heavy iron fire shovel that William had made and spatted the Indian on the seat with it. The Indian left without any more argument and went out where William was watering and said, “Heap brave squaw.” William was a very hard worker. Besides taking care of his own farm he did many things for other people. He did a lot of irrigating. From before daylight until after dark, his lantern could be seen in the fields where he was watering. Four more children were born to them while they lived at Escalante. Robert Henry, born June 10, 1886, James Arthur, born February 19, 1888, Nancy Angeline, born 1890, and Jane Francis, born June 30, 1892. It was a sad day in the lives of this family when Nancy, just two years old, ate some wild tomatoes which caused her death. There had been many hardships but no sorrow to equal this one. Another sorrow came to them later when Jane was about sixteen. She was dragged from a horse when going around a clump of willows and was found dead. It was never known just how it happened. In the spring of 1894, William decided to move back to Heberon, Utah, or Enterprise, just six miles east of Heberon, which was just being settled. He had a few head of cattle to move along with the family and their belongings. But after being on the road a few days he decided it would be too slow and hard on Malinda, as she was expecting another child, to take the cattle along with the family. So he left the older boys with the cattle and brought Malinda and the younger children on. This was a long, hard trip. One morning when they rolled the boys’ bed up off the ground to put it in the wagon, there were ten scorpions underneath it. They were fortunate that no one had been bitten by one. Another day it had been raining and the roads were slick. One of the horses got balky and refused to go. William tried every way to get her to move but she refused to go. Finally, his patience gave out and he gave her a hit over the head and she dropped to the ground. Then he did lose his temper. He kicked her and tromped her and beat her but still she refused to get up. Malinda thought sure he was going to kill the horse. Finally, when everything else had failed, he got behind her and began to twist her tail. He had it almost twisted off before she decided to struggle to her feet but she was a sight. There was not an inch on her that wasn’t covered with mud but she made it on to Enterprise. They arrived at George A. Holt’s ranch just a few miles east of Enterprise, on April 8, 1894 and stayed a couple of days with them. I guess there was quite a house full, for Jane and George had a large family too. They had a grain bin in one corner of the bedroom and the boys thought this a fine place to play in their bear feet until George discovered them and soon put an end to their fun. So they went outside in search of other fun and spied the calves. They were having a great time but the girls thought the calves looked a little large and wild for them so Mary and Mea decided to ride the pigs. I just imagine the Holt’s were glad to see them move on. They came on to Enterprise and first settled on the old Penelton ranch up spring creek. William got the family settled and some crops in, then he went back to help the boys with the stock. Malinda must have spent a miserable summer that year, being heavy with child and only the small boys to help her. Ed says he can remember yet the string beans she dried that summer. He said whenever they would cook any Amos would say, “Come and get the chips”. But they got hungry enough to eat most anything and think it was good. It was getting about time for Malinda to be sick and William had not returned with the stock. She was alone on the ranch with only the children. One night just after dark, when they were all sitting in the house, they heard someone trying to open the door. Then a hand reached through the window to the door knob inside and Malinda screamed. A voice said, “Don’t be afraid, Linn, it’s just Angeline”. She was Matilda’s youngest sister. She had gotten worried about her and had come to get her and take her to Heberon. And it was a good thing, for Harold Elias was born three days later on October 30, 1894, about a week before William got back with the stock. Soon after he moved to Enterprise, William filed on a homestead just across the wash west of Enterprise. It extended about a mile and a half up the canyon. Near the black ridge he built a little cedar room with a willow shed in front. This, with a sheep wagon, served as their home off and on for a number of years. Beds were rolled out on the floor at night and rolled up again in the morning. While they were proving up on this homestead, William on other farms and spent some time at Stateline, a mining camp on the Utah and Nevada line. They spent two summers, moving to Heberon in the winters so the children could attend school. The first two winters in Heberon were spent living in the old tithing barn. William fixed it up a little to make it livable and it was here that Sarah Elizabeth was born of January 30, 1897. Grandma Truman, as she was called by everyone, would come over to bathe the baby and help out what she could. It was so cold and only the fireplace for any heat the she would hang blankets around the fire to try to collect enough heat to bathe the baby. The first few years here were indeed trying ones. One fall, when they had no potatoes, William and Ed agreed to go to Monument Ranch and dig a patch of potatoes for Joseph Burgess on shares. It took them and their team of horses three days to dig the patch and their share was 500 lbs. of egg-sized potatoes but they were mighty glad to get them. The only water on the homestead at first had to be drawn from a well. So about all they raised the first years was a small garden. William made a trough by hewing out a tree. They would draw the water up in buckets and fill the trough then pull the plug and let it go to water what it would then start filling the trough again. In the fall of 1899, Malinda was expecting again. She had gone to Heberon to visit one day. The water melons were just good about that time and Malinda ate so much she got the cramps, or that is what she thought. But it turned out be the baby coming and she didn’t even get home. Desmond was born in Heberon September 10, 1899. It was fortunate that Malinda had to stay in Hebron, for all the family came down with scarlet fever while she was in bed with the baby. It was about this time that William built a two-room adobe house just across that wash and south of where the road goes up the canyon. I was in this house that their last child, a boy, Clifford was born on July 22, 1902. As their children had married, William had given some of them a ten-acre piece of the old homestead. Mary Malinda’s ten acres was on the west end of the farm on the north of the road. It was about five years after the birth of Clifford that William traded the ten acres of ground that the adobe house was on for the ten acres he had given Malinda. He moved the little cedar room that he first built, built more on to it and here is where they lived for a number of years. They had planted an orchard of apple, plum, cherry, peach, and pear trees and the house was set among the trees. The Reservoir had been built which supplied them with some water besides the spring which was on the farm. Will built a four-room house nearer to the road than William’s and when Will left, William and Malinda moved into it. They always had horses, pigs, and milk cows. I well remember some of the old gentle cows, Red, Cherry, and Rhoney, that we kids liked to try to milk. They could be milked from either side, behind, or underneath. What fun it was to go out to the corral while they did chores. In fact, it was fun to do most anything up to Grandpa’s ranch. I don’t know of a grandchild that wasn’t made welcome to any time. There were always plenty of cookies or bread and butter and peach preserves, or cherries and gooseberries when they were in season. I wonder how Grandma ever put up with us all. Many times we would fill her old number three tub with water pumped from the old hand pump, then cover the bottom with garden peas or gooseberries or cherries and dive for them . We’d get soaked, of course, and have to get towels, making her extra washing but she never complained. I have seen her pat the kids on the head and say, “Bless your little hearts”, when I know it would have been a pleasure to have kicked our pants. The same with Grandpa. When about a dozen or two of us would hit to romping on the loose hay that had been stacked in the barn, even though we were tramping it in until it was almost impossible to dig it out for the cows, all we ever heard from him was, “Now be careful and don’t get hurt.” I know he could raise the best watermelons that ever grew and always had plenty when it was melon season. I remember one big one he raised that wouldn’t all fit in the wheelbarrow. We ate it for Grandpa’s birthday and it was the best melon I ever tasted. And the Thanksgiving dinners they used to have, it was like a banquet for the town. I don’t know where so much food ever came from but I sure remember where some of it went. I guess they had their problems at times. Uncle Jim said that Grandpa once said, “If you could take a boy when he was 16 and lay him away until he was 21 then you could live with him”. And he should know for he raised nine of them to maturity. Uncle Jim also told of a time when he was about 16 that he got to getting into his dad’s plug of chewing tobacco and thought he was doing a fine job of chewing on the sly. One Sunday morning when they were ready to start of Sunday School Grandpa said, “Yence”, he called Uncle Jim “Yence”, “Have you any more tobacco?” Jim’s first impulse was to say no, but he thought better of it so he pulled the plug out of his pocket and handed it to his father. Grandpa broke a piece off and handed it back saying, “If you are going to chew, for hell’s sake buy your tobacco, don’t bum it”. That was a far better lesson than a trouncing would have been. Grandpa broke himself of the habit of chewing. I don’t remember ever seeing him use it. He was the first presiding Elder of the Enterprise Ward and led the choir for many years. They had no organ at the time so he would teach the soprano part to mother and the alto part to Tess Canfield, then he would teach the men their parts while the women learned from mom and Tess. He had his old tuning fork to get the pitch. One night someone disputed his word on the pitch so he made them all walk about four blocks to Tess Canfield’s organ, which was the only one it town, to get the pitch. Grandpa’s pitch was right. He had a very keen ear for music, as did some of his sons. He assisted in the building of the little red brick church which was their first meeting house and recreation hall combined, and in many other ways helped to build up the Enterprise which we enjoy today. Through their hardship and suffering we are reaping the benefits. I wonder if we really appreciate what they have done for us. How I wish they could be here now to enjoy our beautiful chapel. But they would probably find no more of the spirit of the Lord present in it than was found in the humble little one-room brick church. William died at the home of his son, Job, who lived in St. George at the time. He had been troubled with prostate trouble for a number of years, although he was not bedfast until just a few weeks before his death. As there was no doctor here, he was taken to St. George where he would get medical help. He died May 7, 1933 and was buried in Enterprise May 9. Grandma was very lonely after his death. They had spent so many years together. She came to live with mother Mary Malinda after the death of Grandpa. She never got too old to enjoy a good joke. The radio was just getting a good start about that time and she loved to listen to the stories. One day mother looked at the clock and it was quite fast. She said, “What has gone wrong with the clock? It is running so fast.” Grandma started to laugh her sweet little chuckle and said, “I got tired waiting for the radio program so I turned it up so the program would come on quicker”. Grandma was always tiny but after Grandpa’s death she began to fail fast. She lost weight until there was scarcely anything left to her. She got so bad that they finally took her to St. George to stay with Uncle Job and Aunt Annie. She had cancer of the stomach but unlike most cases of this kind, she was only bedfast for three days before she passed away. She had a very strong heart all her life but after they took her to Dixie, just a week before her death, the doctor said her heart had gone all to pieces. This was due to the cancerous condition getting into her bloodstream. She suffered great pain the three days before her death. Mother was sitting up with her when she was suffering so. She said she just couldn’t understand why it has to be when she had always been such a good woman. While she was sitting there thinking this, she asked the Lord, silently, why this suffering had to be. As she did so, someone spoke as plain as if they were in the room with her and said, “We have been commanded not to eat pork, now see the effects of it.” This struck so forcefully that it had always been a testimony to her and a warning not to eat pork. Grandpa always had pork in the house and mother is very sure it was the pork that caused her mother’s death. Malinda passed away September 17, 1934 and was buried in Enterprise beside her companion. But the memories of them both will always live in the minds of all who know and loved them. Malinda Hall Patriarchal Blessing. Hebron, Washington Co., Utah Ter. May 18, 1875 Original Blessing in the care of Madge A. Hunt. A blessing by John L. Smith, Patriarch, upon the head of Malinda Hall, daughter of Amos Hunt and Nancy Wellbrun, born Ogden City, Weber Co., Utah Ter. June 16, 1857. Sister Malinda, In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth I place my hands upon thy head and seal upon thee a Patriarchal Blessing. Thou art of the house of Joseph and because of the integrity of thine heart thou shalt receive thine inheritance with the children of Ephraim. Thy name is written in the Lamb’s Book of Life never to be erased. Thy guardian angel shall watch over thee and preserve thy life when dangers surround thee that thou mayest shun evil. Thy posterity shall be numerous and thy house a house of order and thy table will be supplied with the comforts of life. Thy faith shall be great and the priesthood belonging to thy sex shall enable thee to preserve the lives of thy children from the grasp of the destroyer. Thou shalt be crowned the Queen to reign in company with thy companion over thy numerous posterity for all eternity. All thy former gifts and blessings I renew unto thee with every desire of thine heart in righteousness. Thou shalt live to see thy Savior and converse with him face to face, I behold the glory of the Lord rest upon you, see Zion redeemed and not a dog to wag his tongue against the saints. Thy sons and thy daughters will rejoice thy heart for thou wilt behold them labor for Israel. I seal thee up unto Eternal life with every good and perfect gift if thou art faithful to the end, even so Amen. C. Pulsipher, Scribe. Notes from Audrey Hall Ruesch by Rilla Davenport (reasearch). Our Pioneer Heritage Vol. 10 page 518, 519. Kate B. Carter The first settlers built their small cabins and hand-dug wells for culinary was in the 1890's. The first church meetings were held in the homes of the settlers. By 1898 there were more than 10 families in Enterprise. On Sunday, June 12, 1898. Orson W. Huntsman wrote in his journal: “I ride to Enterprise and back with ma and Joseph Ivry, attended meeting. W. W. Hall presiding elder. I address the meeting, after which the brothern got together and talked about building a brick meeting house in Enterprise. A letter was read from William H. Marshall of this place who is at work at Overton, Nevada, he prefers to make and burn the brick and build the house for three hundred dollars, if the people will furnish the necessary help. It was decided to take Marshall’s offer and build the house.” In the late summer and fall of 1898 Marshall and the men of the town had made and burned the brick, using the local red sand. The 24 X 38 foot building was constructed on the town square in the north east corner of the block, to each of the families who worked on the building was given one share in the structure: J.B. Morris and son, Thomas Nelson Terry and sons, William W. Hall and sons, A. P. Windor and sons, Elijah T. Adair and sons, C. S. Fackrell and sons, James Canfield and sons, Emil Barlocker and James E. Hall. Later those who owned shares in the building voluntarily gave up their stock so that the building could be given to the Enterprise Ward. When the people of Hebron moved to Enterprise and the ward was changed to Enterprise Ward in 1905, they brought their old church bell with them. This bell was placed on a pole at the side of the structure and was rung to call the faithful to church on Sunday, the children to school and was sounded in any emergency. Used as a school, classes were held in the church until 1919. A raised platform built in the west end of the building proved a stage where plays were produced and a small platform stood in the south east corner for a dance orchestra. By 1912 the town of Enterprise had out-grown it’s small church house and a larger building was erected immediately to the south. By Grace M. Twitchel. -Rilla Davenport notes. The Travels of Mary Elizabeth Jones Mary Elizabeth Jones was born the 17th of March 1828, at New York City, New York. Birth records show that she was the second child of this family. There were two boys and seven or eight girls (Anna Young has found nine). Mary Elizabeth’s father, William Jones, was born at Bristol, Pennsylvania (near Philadelphia). His birth is given as the 12th of February 1799. Her mother, Elizabeth Hughes, was born in New York City, New York, on the 22nd of March 1803. Going by birth records, this Jones family lived in New York City until after the 18th of June 1834, as on this date their fifth child, Charlotte Jones, was born. Following the birth certificate records, I find two children and maybe three girls born in Cincinnati, Ohio from the 25th of June 1836 and 5th of June 1839. I find also, the last two in the family were born at Nauvoo, Illinois. I will not attempt to write their mode of travel or the date when they left New York City of what route, or number of stops was made in reaching Cincinnati, Ohio and on to Nauvoo, Illinois. But traveling by water was more popular in this new nation at that time. I was of the opinion that Mary Elizabeth and her mother first joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and William Jones, because of his liking for the Mormon people or love for his wife, went along with them. But there has been a lot of research done during the last ten years by Mary Roe Porter which shows that Mary Elizabeth’s father was Not only a member, but a member in good standing. Just when or how or through what source this Jones family was attracted to the Church seems to be unknown. All that I can find and can prove or be sure of are these records: they show Mary Elizabeth was baptized in Nauvoo, Illinois in 1841. All records I have seen give her father and mother baptized in Nauvoo but there are no dates given. Records give their endowments as having been done on the 31st of January 1846, in the Nauvoo Temple. Also, I find that Hyrum Smith gave a Patriartical Blessing Elizabeth Hughes on The 18th of October 1841. William Jones later received his on the 14th of March 1842 by Hyrum Smith. Mary Elizabeth’s father, William Jones, was a stone carver and cutter and from what I gather, he was a craftsman of skill and ability in the building trade, as many of those early converts were. While this Jones family lived in Nauvoo, most of his time was put in on the stonework of the temple. We have a family tradition that he either carved the first oxen that hold up the baptismal font or made the molds to cast the first bronze ones. Here I find family stories differ some, but it states in the book “Temples of the Most High”—“The font stood upon twelve oxen, four on each side and two at each end. Their heads, shoulders, and forelegs projecting out from under the font. They were carved out of pine plank, glued together, and copied after the most beautiful five year old steer that could be found in the county. The oxen and ornamental moldings were carved by Elder Elijah Fordham from New York. Later, a more durable one was to take its place.” In writing the Church Historian Office in Salt Lake City regarding this last sentence, their answer was, “There was another font built later but there is no mention of who participated in its building”. So I will assume if our family tradition is correct he made the molds for this metal one. Mary Elizabeth’s mother, Elizabeth Hughes Jones, was a close friend of Emma Smith, the prophet’s wife. During those times in Nauvoo, it was necessary for the Saints to live close to each other and give each other a helping hand. Borrowing from each other seems to be a Mormon custom. On one occasion, Mary Elizabeth’s mother was loaning some furniture to Emma as the Prophet was expecting a visit from a governor. She said how shocked her mother was when the prophet drove up on a Sunday morning with a wagon to pick up the furniture. She rushed out to meet him and exclaimed, “Oh Brother Joseph, not on Sunday!” His reply was, “Why Sister Jones, the better the day the better the deed.” She loaned him her big rug, a library table and chairs and other odds and ends, telling him to keep the library table as a present. As I understand, the library table is in one of our temples, today. Mary Elizabeth’s mother was one of the charter members of the first Relief Society. I will list the names so the reader can see Elizabeth Jones’s name listed on that date, 17th of March 1842, when organized by the prophet. At the time, it was called the “Female Relief Society”. 1. Emma H. Smith, President 10. Martha Knight 2. Sarah M. Cleveland, 1st Councilor 11. Desdemona Fulmer 3. Elizabeth Ann Whitney, 2nd Councilor 12. Bathsheba W. Smith 4. Eliza R. Snow, Secretary 13. Phoebe W. Wheeler 5. Elvira A. Coles (Cowels) Treasurer 14. Margaret A. Cook 6. Phoebe Ann Hawkes 15. Sarah Ann Kimball 7. Elizabeth Jones 16. Sophia Robinson 8. Sophia Packard 17. Leonara Taylor 9. Philinda Merrick 18. Sophia R. Marks Mary Elizabeth was a small person and she often ran errands for the Prophet. She told how her mother and Emma often dressed her up as a little girl and gave her a rag doll to carry in her arms, even up to the time she was a young lady. When the prophet was in hiding or being watched, she could pass the guards unnoticed. Sometimes she appeared to be driving the milk cows to pasture or out to graze. When all was clear, she went on looking for the person the message was for. Other times, she went skipping off with her rag doll through the streets of Nauvoo until she was the person the information was for. Her password was “Brother I am ambushed.” The person knew she had a message from the Prophet. During this time, the big effort was to finish the Nauvoo Temple. The saints from the rural areas were gathering into the city of Nauvoo. The Prophet was considering fleeing into the Rocky Mountains for his life. Times grew worse till that day in June 1844, when Joseph and Hyrum were murdered. Mary Elizabeth would have been 16 years old. She told how the people were too stunned to think of anything else. False arrests and mobbing were still going on. A family did not know when the mob would call on them. In the journal history of the church it states that on the 10th of January 1844, William Jones was arrested without process by Levi Williams and Company and was kept in their custody until noon on the 11th without food. Whether this is our William or his son, I do not know. Finally the faithful had to make a choice to stand and be mobbed or flee their beautiful city they had made out of a swamp. Mary Elizabeth saw groups leave Nauvoo with different leaders who claimed to be the true successor to the Prophet Joseph Smith. Mary Elizabeth’s father, mother, and family were to fare the same as other faithful members of the church during the winter of 1845 and 1846. Everyone was preparing for the trip into the Rocky Mountains just where, no one seemed to know. All Buildings that could be spared were turned into workshops. Hides were being brought in to be put into the tanning vats for making harnesses. Plows, wagons, and harnesses were being made. Men and women had many tasks to perform, such as; sorting out different articles for the journey, then there was selling or trading, if possible, for hides, good cattle, oxen and iron to make up wagons. Grain was being gathered and traded among each other to even out their loads. The women had their part and it was just as important- buying and exchanging for cotton and wool to be turned into yarn so that stockings and sweaters could be knitted on the way. Clothing, quilts, and bedding also had to be made. I remember the old bats for combing the cotton and wool and the old spinning wheel that had been cast aside years ago, that Grandmother Mary Elizabeth used. The younger children were parching corn and grains in skillets, and then putting it into sacks to be eaten along the way. The people with good teeth could eat it this way. When parched and ground in their coffee grinder it could be used as a cereal for the young and old. On the 4th of February 1846, a number of wagons drawn by horses and oxen drove out of Nauvoo and onto flat boats and were ferried across the mighty Mississippi. On reaching the Iowa side, the wagons struck out into the western prairie and disappeared from the sight of Mary Elizabeth and those that were left to follow later. Work was carried on as usual for the next group and so on. Records show that on the 11th of September 1846, President Brigham Young called another group to come to Winter Quarters (Six miles from Omaha, Nebraska). In this group is William Jones’ name. Other records show this family reached Winter Quarters on or before the 7th of December 1846; as on this date Mary Elizabeth’s younger sister, Mary, died of chills and was buried in grave No. 31, Northwest corner. This Jones family came on to Salt Lake City sometime before 1850 and 1851 because in going over the Salt Lake City census of those years, Elizabeth and William Jones’ names are listed. Mary Elizabeth would have been past her 18th birthday when they left Nauvoo. Now just where she met Job Pitcher Hall is unknown. They were in Nauvoo at the same time. They could have met on the same wagon train from Nauvoo to Winter Quarters, or met on their arrival there. Taken from a page from Job Pitcher’s diary, on the 18th of February 1848, Brigham Young called him and some others to go on some mission of danger. Whether this was a short mission or one to come up later, I do not know. Our records show that Job Pitcher Hall and Mary Elizabeth Jones were married on the 26th of February 1848, but no place is given. So all I can assume is that it was at or near Winter Quarters. Birth records show that this union was blessed with twelve children, five girls and seven boys. I find that their first child, Job, was born on the 5th of December 1848, at or near St. Joseph, Missouri. Just why they went south I can only guess; but from what I can gather, Job Pitcher Hall was a strong believer in the church and knew Brigham Young well, and this was one of many missions he served on. As near as I can determine, Mary Elizabeth and her husband left for Salt Lake City sometime in 1850. Mary Elizabeth told of being in with oxen teams, hauling grain on into the valley. Their covered wagon was drawn by a yoke of oxen and a yoke of cows. They milked the cows on the way. The night’s milk was left sitting till morning when the cream could be skimmed off and put into a tight container, and by evening, the constant bouncing and swaying of the wagon churned it into butter. The morning milk was carried along for children during the day. If there was any excess, it was customary to share with others. Mary Elizabeth told how she patched grain sacks all along the way, as the constant pounding and jarring of the wagons on the rough roads kept bursting the grain sacks. They gave her grain for the mending. She said they were more fortunate than others in making this historical trip. Before reaching Salt Lake City, their second child, Mary Eleanor, was born at Strawberry Creek on the 8th of September 1850. The wagon train was held up for two days. Then the wagons moved on. During the afternoon, the baby began to bleed at the navel. Job Pitcher’s wagon was pulled out to one side of the road and the midwife took over. In a short time all was in order and they soon caught up with other wagons and stayed in the rear. They spent their last night together around the campfires as tomorrow would see them in Salt Lake City and they would be separating for different parts of the valley. Their spirits were high. The children were gathering firewood. The women were washing and preparing the evening meal. The men were caring for their weary animals which had been growing thinner each day from the heavy loads over that long, hot, dusty, rough road. No doubt some of their animals had developed sore necks, shoulders, and some had worn out or lost their shoes and their feet were getting tender and sore. Arriving in the fall of the year with the wind blowing down the canyon, it was chilly and the yellow golden leaves were falling. After their evening meal, when the small children were put to bed, they had their songs of praise before their final prayer of thankfulness for their safety on the trail during the day. Everyone felt extra happy as the end if their trip was so near. In their songs, one had become especially favorite. It was “Come, Come, Ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear” and in the third verse, “We’ll find a place which God for us prepared, far away in the West.” Everyone felt this was their song, as it had become part of them. No doubt some had sad thoughts running through their minds, as all would not be finishing the journey, as they had been left to rest along the roadside. In entering the city, there were log and adobe houses in their various stages of construction, from a pile of logs or adobes being dried in the sun to finished houses. Here Mary Elizabeth, husband, and two babies entered Salt Lake, ready for a new life away from mobs where she could worship and raise her family as she saw fit. Mary Elizabeth was happy to see her father and mother and family and to be united with them again. But this didn’t last long. Sometime after their arrival in Salt Lake City, Brigham Young made a call for one hundred volunteers to go south to Little Salt Lake, Iron County, or what is now called Paragonah. The date Job Pitcher left Mary Elizabeth and their children in Salt Lake is not given, but following history of George A. Smith, their leader, he would have been in Fort Utah (Provo), Sunday the 15th of December 1850. Job Pitcher and his brother, Charles, are given credit for building the first log cabin in Iron County. It consisted of two rooms with a fireplace in each room. This was built in January and February of 1851 and it was used for a meetinghouse. Records show that the following spring, Mary Elizabeth and her two small children arrived from Salt Lake City, and met up with her husband. They settled in what is now Parowan for a few years. Here we find the following children born: Anna Elizabeth on the 13th of December 1852, William Wesley on the 3rd of October 1854, Ebenezer on the 27th of November 1856, and David on the 23rd of October 1858. About this time, in the early Eighteen fifties, Brigham Young was having trouble keeping some of the Saints settled in the valleys of Utah because there was much talk of gold in California and the fabulous riches to be found there. We know that Mary Elizabeth’s parents were among those who left as she spoke of seeing her father and mother while they were on their way to California. This meeting probably took place in Parawan. Records show that both parents did in California and that her father was buried in Sacramento. I find our histories gives little of our grandmother’s life and we are inclined to take them for granted or skip over their part in the settling of the West. Life was much harder on her than on grandfather, as her day was almost an endless day and the lack of proper foods and care caused many to die during childbirth. Each valley that the Saints could obtain water for was being settled. First, by a few families, then as more Saints were sent out from Salt Lake City, the community grew, and by checking histories of these towns, some have been abandoned or moved. Mary Elizabeth’s whole life was spent in moving from one valley to the other, spending a few years in each place, from the shelter of the covered wagon to make shift shelters. The bowery was made from framework of posts and poles about ten feet high then covered with willow cedar boughs, sage brush, or any shrubs available, to break the summer heat. If winter caught them without a log cabin, a dugout was built. Edward W. Hall of New Harmony, Utah, Mary Elizabeth’s grandson, tells of seeing a few good dugouts and of living for three months in one they made while cutting wood. They were usually made in the side of a hill and small, 6’x 8’ or 8’x 8’, but it depended on the size of the family that was to live in it. They had a fireplace in one end or side, made from rocks and mud. The other three sides above the ground were logs. There were posts or poles over the top. There was straw over the poles and dirt over the straw, and the opening or door on the lower side. The door sometimes was a hide or blanket dropped down over the opening. In trying to find the origin of these dugouts, the Indians had various types back to 600 A.D. so they may have borrowed the idea from their Indian brothers somewhere along the way. As soon as the families were partly established, all near each other to protect themselves from the wandering band of Indians, the wives and children took over much of the work of caring and looking after the livestock, herding the stock during the day, milking cows, carrying water, and planting gardens, besides the work In the home. This relieved the men and older boys so they could go into the mouth of the canyons with their teams and wagons, plows, scrapers, picks, shovels, and axes to bring the water from the river bed out onto the dry parched valley below and haul logs for their houses and corrals. In each valley they moved into, Mary Elizabeth saw the gray sage brush grubbed out and burned and the valley come to life with different green grain fields and gardens and changing into their golden color in the fall. The gardens were planted as early in the spring as they dared for frost. After the long winter without the fresh leafy green vegetables, it was a big treat to have them. But it all brought on more work and problems, such as pulling out weeds, and keeping the chickens, sheep, pigs, cows, and horses from devouring it first. When a child became about six years old, he or she became an asset In some of these duties. Berry bushes, current bushes, and fruit trees of many kinds were planted. As soon as they could start producing, it meant security and a better hold on the land and life for the family. Whenever it was possible, the family went along the creek banks and into the mountains and gathered the wild berries. The berries were laid out on blankets to dry, then placed in sacks for winter. As soon as the sweet corn came on, it was shucked and boiled, then the kernels were cut off the cobs and placed on blankets in the sun to dry. This meant some child had to watch it, so the chickens did not eat the corn before it could be dried and put in sacks. Some fruit was dried by cutting it in half and also laid out in the sun; pears and apples were pealed, cored, cut in quarters before placed out to dry on blankets or sheets. If a rain came up everyone ran out to get a blanket or sheet with the fruit on before it got wet. During the first few years, drying foods was about the only way they had to preserve It. Meat was also cut in thin strips and hung out to dry. This was usually deer meat and called "Jerked" meat. Squash was dried the same way. After a few years, when they got sugar and crockery, the fruit was cooked in sugar, making preserves. It was placed in crocks with a cloth over the top, then later came the glass fruit jars. Everyone looked forward to the weekend and a day of rest from the week spent in the fields or working over a hot fire. The animals were left in the corrals after being fed and watered. They usually got the feeling of the weekend when the family washtub was washed out and each took their turn getting a hot bath and a change of clothes. The weekend usually meant parties, dances, and get-togethers and exchanging the past week's happenings. Their religious meetings were on Sunday and included horseback riding after church with their best girl or boyfriend. I find it hard to keep up with their many moves. In the spring of 1858, Mary Elizabeth's husband and others went to what is now called Toquervllle, and built a log cabin. Then came their families. Here Mary Elizabeth's seventh child, Sarah Rebecca was born on the 24th of September 1860. As I understand, they had a fairly nice place here with better accommodations to put up people. So Brigham Young and other church stopped with Mary Elizabeth and her husband. Job Pitcher. No doubt they talked of the days back In Nauvoo. While living here in the fall of 1860, Job Pitcher brought a sugar mill into this area. In the spring of 1861, Mary Elizabeth was left in Southern Utah while her husband and others answered the call from Brigham Young to come to Salt Lake City with their best horses and go back across the plains to help others and their belongings into Salt Lake City. He arrived back in Southern Utah in the fall of the same year. This trip he brought back his third wife. On our side of the family very little seems to be handed down about his other two wives. I am hoping some of their grandchildren will write their grandmother's history before it is too late, if it has not already been written. Job Pitcher owned places in different towns. At Santa Clara, Mary Elizabeth's eighth child, Charley, was born on the14th of January 1863 and, also, here her ninth child, Lovina Alzina, was born on the 25th of July 1865. Her tenth child, Robert Franklin, was born in St. George on the 22nd of October 1867. The fall of the year 1869, Mary Elizabeth met with one of life's big tragedies. While at Santa Clara, the first death in her family occurred. Her four-year old daughter, Lovina Alzina, passed away on the l6th of September. Her oldest son, Job, previously, had gone to California and liked the life better there and never returned. With these thoughts tearing at her mind, she realized life must go on. My mother, Eliza Ann, often said she was taught by her to make the best of life's burdens that come her way and, also, to make the best out of what you have to work with. Mary Elizabeth's two older daughters were both married at Salt Lake City on the 5th of October 1869. Mary Eleanor to Alfred Hale Riding and Anna Elizabeth to Levi Hamilton Callaway and returned to make their homes in southwestern Utah for a few years. From what I can gather, this trip to Salt Lake and the return usually took a month. They usually went by covered wagon, taking their produce and exchanging it for their needs or taking store pay or factory pay as they said in that day. Up until about this time, the Indians situation was growing more acute. All the best land was taken up. When Mary Elizabeth looked back Into the past, she remembered that when she came into what is now Southwestern Utah, the Indians were still hunting and fighting with bows and arrows, and only a few had ever seen the white man with his long whiskers, guns, and belongings, being pulled along by animals. To them it was a strange and peculiar sight. The Indians that they encountered were a lazy, filthy, and miserable lot. They ate anything that hopped, flew, crawled, or ran and before spring they were a starving people. Apparently none of these wandering bands had ever hunted buffalo, they were as poor and uncivilized as any in North America. Some say these Indians were driven in the desert region by wilder and fiercer tribes. Mary Elizabeth could see each day that the available food for the Indian children was not suitable. There was not enough green vegetables, berries, fruit, or milk. The death rate among the children was extremely high. Those that survived proved to be in a strong physical condition. These Indians were different from the Navajos who had taken up sheep raising and agriculture. Mary Elizabeth had been taught the day would come when the Indians would be a white and delightsome people. But to put up with their filth was a problem. She had them in her home, gave then cast off clothing and food, and traded corn, potatoes and vegetables from her garden for their baskets, dried berries, and pine nuts. In trying to encourage and show them a better way of life. At first the white men and Indians got along pretty well until more and more whites came into the valley. To the Indians there seemed to be no end to the oncoming whites. Wild life was growing scarcer, and the Indians did not take to the backbreaking work of the white man, also, they did not understand the white man's laws. They turned to begging and resenting the whites and their way of life. They began running off with the white man's livestock. The white men went in pursuit as their lives depended on their livestock. There was killing on both sides. Each had their laws of survival. Distrust for each other grew. Sometimes organized groups of men were sent out in pursuit of the Indians and to return their livestock. They were gone for weeks and sometimes for months. The women worried over the safety of their husbands, sons, and sweethearts. On their return, they sometimes brought back stories of other valleys and streams of water pouring down from the mountains. Brigadier-General Erastus Snow mustered into service just such a company on the 15th of August 1866 at St. George. It consisted of sixty cavalrymen under Captain James Andrews of the Black Hawk War. They were gone for sixty days and were headed for Green River. They traveled up the east fork of the Pah-Reah River. Here they lost one young man, 17 years old, by the Indians. He was buried on the Pah-Reah, near Cannonville, Utah. They passed through a valley that is now called Escalante, Utah. Here they stopped and watered their horses at a creek that was running through one end of the valley. Wild Potatoes were growing in abundance. They let their horses eat from the tall grass that grew in the valley. They gathered wild potatoes, cooked and ate them. This valley went by the name of Potato Valley for many years. They were enthusiastic about the size of the valley and the different streams of water from the mountains. I find there was at least one of those sixty men, John Taylor Lay, who later made this valley his home. There may have been others. From what I have gathered from our family tradition, I did have my grandfather, Job Pitcher Hall, pictured as a man filled with the pioneer spirit. As long as he could get up and walk, he had the urge to push on. When he heard stories of some stream of water pouring down from the mountain into some hidden, uninhabited valley with its tall grass waving in the winds and the virgin soil beneath, it was music to his ears and he was not satisfied until he moved there. In my searching to write this, I can only see this as partly true. If true at all. I see Job Pitcher as a fearless man, raised a pioneer the same as his father and so on back to 1636 when George and Mary Hall landed in Massachusetts. With his background, he was suited for pioneer life and when he accepted the gospel, he accepted it fully and not part way. He knew Joseph Smith and Brigham Young well and accepted them as Prophets of God and was ready to serve them wherever and whenever they called. Eliza Ann, his youngest child, who was 16 years old when Job Pitcher died, spoke of him as being like and having the patience of Job of old in the Bible. Brigham Young evidently believed Job Pitcher could serve the church better by helping emigrants into the valley and bringing enterprises in and making the community independent, as near as possible. The only way I can see how Job Pitcher could answer these calls from Brigham Young was to sell his farms and holdings he had built up with the help of his families for good oxen, horses, harnesses, and wagons, and on his return he had to push on to some valley where there was land and water. While he and his families were getting re-established on new land, he was, also, doing his part in the building of the new community. No doubt this worked a hardship on some or all in the family and some had cause to mourn. But that seems to be true today. Some are willing to do God's work and some aren't. Job Pitcher tried to live his religion and uphold the church. Many of those new converts were from foreign lands and knew very little of the life of pioneering or farming. It took a man with patience and one that knew this type of life to help make them feel secure. Many were homesick and unsuited to their new life and adjustments had to be made. Our Mormon towns were settled different than other western towns. Many of them were wild and had no law and many grew faster than the law when they had law. But with our Mormon towns, law and order went along when they went out to settle some valley. The law and order were the laws of our great church and the people respected them. Some broke these laws and were tried by the Bishop and this method of conducting the law was successful. Next we find Mary Elizabeth In Pine Valley where her eleventh child, Maurice Ensign, was born on the 22nd of April, 1870. Then I find they moved to Gunlock. Here her twelfth and last child, Eliza Ann, was born on the l6th of November, 1872. Just why and when they left Gunlock, I fall to find out. But I am Inclined to believe they left this area in the fall of 1874 when their son, William Wesley went with his bride, Malinda Hunt, to Salt Lake City and were married on the 12th of October 1874. Returning and making their home at Heberon for a few years. Their next move was to Glendale, Utah. By this time. Job Pitcher's other two wives had left him. From what I can gather. Job Pitcher was rheumatically inclined and at this time he was 54 years old. His best years had passed. He had worked hard, and many days and nights were spent in the cold wet weather without the proper clothing. Rheumatism had been creeping on him for years and it just took one more stooping over at back-breaking work in the wet cold fall of the year making adobes, to cripple him for the rest of his life. But time must march on and doing so, it makes its marks on our earth and, also, on men that inhabit it. Here at Glendale, inflammatory rheumatism struck Job Pitcher in the knees and hips while making adobes. He was bedfast for three months and was left a cripple for life, not to walk again. Mary Elizabeth with her crippled husband and family moved then to Panguitch in the spring of 1875. --The book then goes on telling about potato valley. Mary Elizabeth decided to move the family to this location, because the climate was better suited to Job. They lived in another dugout for the winter, and then in the spring, a log home was constructed. “To hold the family together and keep them all working fell mostly on Mary Elizabeth. Job Pitcher was a helpless cripple from the waist down. He spent his days sitting in a rocking chair making and fixing shoes. The friendly Indians taught him to make moccasins from buckskin and also baskets from willows among the creek banks. Mary Elizabeth took all the children, except Eliza Ann, and went into the fields to work. Eliza Ann was left with Job Pitcher to look after. She said her father had a big cowbell sitting at his side and she was not to get out of his sight and when he rang that bell she was to return to him at once. A few rings would bring the family from out of the fields to look for her. She said she was a problem. There were so many chipmunks to chase and the wild flower on the bill sides seemed to coax her away. She never remembered getting a spanking but was tied up sometimes. One time she ran away to an Indian camp and a friendly Indian Squaw (later to become known— Sally Ann) brought her back while all were out looking for her. She spoke of running away another time and playing with her cousin who lived one half-mile away. On this Hall farm, Mary Elizabeth spent most of her remaining days working in the fields and garden with the help of the other members of the family. Mary Elizabeth never had the fine things of her day since she left Nauvoo. I find her always being one of the first women to enter these remote areas. She felt it was her duty to help establish the church in the Rocky Mountains. I find Mary Elizabeth had her share of life's trials and tribulations and some of these seem to have cut deep into her life. Her son, David, who greatly respected his mother and was at the age when she depended on him, left home over a disappointment in a love affair at Escalante. He never returned. He wrote letters and sent money first from one mining camp, then another. As the years passed, letters and money became farther apart until neither came. Some people seem to have a gift or power to conceal or hide their emotions from others. For others it may be simpler to move on and try to reconstruct their life. The passing away of Job Pitcher on the 1st of June 1888, was unexpected and sudden. Eliza Ann said seeing his vacant chair and his tools setting there idle was hard to take and Mary Elizabeth was about ready to give up. In the spring of 1889, Mary Elizabeth took Maurice Ensign and Eliza Ann to a valley near the foothills of the mountain and ran a dairy ranch for Joseph Lay. Everything went well and they did very well. The change and being away from the Hall farm seemed to agree with Mary Elizabeth as her health was greatly improved. Mary Elizabeth's youngest child, Eliza Ann, was married to Charles John Roe on the 27th November 1889 In the Manti Temple. Returned to Escalante and made their home there. As Mary Elizabeth grew older, the boy's Interest changed. Some going out of the valley and found work and were married. Some of the married ones moved away. The boys sold the Hall farm for 1600.00 to William Spencer. After the Hall farm was sold, Mary Elizabeth made her home with her children. At Panguitch, Mary Elizabeth stayed one year with her daughter, Mary Eleanor, who was sick. Anna Williams, one of the children, tells of making bread with her grandmother and that Mary Elizabeth planted the first cucumbers that they knew of growing in Panguitch. Mary Elizabeth made her home the last year of her life with her daughter, Eliza Ann In Escalante, Utah. Her children were all married except Maurice Ensign, who was a small man and not likely to get married. He was making his home with Joseph Tryon Hall. Joseph Tryon had come to Escalante, Utah where his father was and made his home there. Mary Elizabeth wondered about the welfare of Maurice Ensign and what would happen to him when she passed on, Mary Elizabeth's health failed fast during the summer of 1901. She was given a room to herself and the children were not allowed in unless she let them. Each thought it a great privilege to go in. On the 16th of September 1901, Maurice Ensign died with pneumonia. Mary Elizabeth's health was falling fast and she was not told of his death. The last few days, her mind ran back to the days in Nauvoo, which she talked a great deal about and the Prophet Joseph Smith. Mary Elizabeth passed away in her sleep on the 18th of September 1901. The same day Maurice Ensign was buried. MAKING LYE The Aspen wood was the best for lye. The ashes were put in a barrel and water poured over it. I can't remember just how long it had to stand. When it was drained off, it was used for lye. They, also, made soap by putting the grease in it and boiling it down until it was as thick as honey and would string when held on a stick. For canned lye soap they used l to 5 Lbs. of grease to one can of lye. That was for scraps, for clean grease they used 6 Lbs. Of grease. They used about three gallons of water for the scraps of grease soap and boiled until it would string like honey. SALT RISING BREAD #1 2 cups fresh warm milk 1/4 tsp. soda 1 tsp. salt 1 tsp. ginger 1 Tbsp. Sugar 11/2 cups whole-wheat flour For the rising, combine the above ingredients in a jar. Shake well. Remove the lid and place the jar in a crock, earthen if you have one, or some other vessel, which will hold the heat. Fill with warn water, warmer than just blood heat. Wrap the container with a clean piece of blanket or something that will hold the heat and set to rise till morning. By morning, it should be light and bubbling. Warm 8 cups of white flour and place in a bowl. Add 1/2 cup lard or other shorting, 1 Tsp. salt. 2 Tbsp. sugar and work into the flour mixture. Mix as you would other bread, adding a little more flour, if necessary, but do not make the dough too stiff. Work it as lightly as possible. Set it to rise and when double in bulk, mold into loaves and let rise until double in bulk again. Bake 5 min., some say. Usually I bake it one hour. I like this recipe best. SALT RISING BREAD j?2 Scald earthen pitcher or jar. While still warm, make a batter of one cup warm water, 1 tsp. salt, 1 tsp. sugar and enough whole wheat flour to make the right consistency for griddle cakes. Place the jar in a container with water, moderately hot but not scalding; cover and keep temperature even during the process of fermentation until bubbles begin to form and batter rises 2/3 to the top of jar. This process will take about 5 hours. Sift about 2 qts. of white flour into pan or mixing bowl with 2 Tbsp. sugar and 2 Tbsp. salt. Make an opening in the center and pour in sponge. Have ready two cups scalded milk and two Tbsp. melted shortening that has been cooled to milk warm. Add to the batter and stir or work in enough flour to make a soft sponge. Cover and keep warm and let rise one hour. Knead into loaves, adding flour if necessary, for proper consistency. Place In greased molds and let rise until light. Bake in moderate oven about one hour. When done turn out of molds and let hot steam escape. Cool, wrap and store for use. Pioneer Women of Faith and Fortitude Mary Elizabeth Jones Hall Birthdate: 17 Mar 1828 New York City, New York Death: 18 Sep 1901 Escalante, Garfield Co., Utah Parents:William Jones Elizabeth Hughes Pioneer: 1850 Spouse: Job Pitcher Hall Married: 25 Feb 1848 Winter Quarters, Iowa Death Spouse: 1 Jun 1888 Children: Job 15 Dec 1848 Mary Eleanor 8 Sep 1850 Anna Elizabeth 13 Dec 1852 William Wesley 3 Oct 1854 Ebenezer 27 Nov 1856 David 23 Oct 1858 Sarah Rebecca 24 Sep 1860 Charley 14 Jun 1863 Lovina Alzina 25 Jul 1865 Robert Franklin 22 Oct 1867 Maurice Ensign 22 Apr 1870 Eliza Ann 16 Nov 1872 Mary Elizabeth was born in New York City. Her parents joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and her mother became a close friend to Emma Smith. Mary Elizabeth was small of stature and often her mother and Emma would dress her like a little girl and have her take messages for the prophet, as she could move about undetected. Her pass word was “Brother, I am ambushed.” The person then know she had a message from from the Prophet. Mary Elizabeth received her endowment in the Nauvoo temple. She married Job Pitcher Hall in Winter Quarters on 1848. They crossed the Plains in 1850 with one small child. Their second child was born at Strawberry Creek on September 8, 1850. After arriving in the Salt Lake Valley