GRANT, Jedediah Morgan

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• Name	GRANT, Jedediah Morgan
  Birth	21 Feb 1816	Windsor, Broome, New York, United States
  Gender	Male
  WAC	12 Dec 1845	NAUVO
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  Burial	Dec 1856
  Death	1 Dec 1856	Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States
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  Family	IVINS, Rachel Ridgway ,   b. 7 Mar 1821, Hornerstown, Monmouth, New Jersey, United States Hornerstown, Monmouth, New Jersey, United Statesd. 27 Jun 1909, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States (Age 88 years)
  Children	+ 1. GRANT, Heber Jeddy ,   b. 22 Nov 1856, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utahd. 14 May 1945, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States (Age 88 years)
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  You wouldn’t think that anyone as kind and loving and friendly as the Bishop would lower the boom on you and ask you to talk in Sacrament meeting. Well, he did, and Max assured him that I would, and me that I could, so here I am. I appreciate both of their confidences in me. I’d like to share two stories with you, on about my great-grandfather and Max’s great-grandfather. My Great-grandfather Jedediah M. Grant was the 1st mayor of Salt Lake city and also the father of president Heber J. Grant. President Grant’s mother and was Rachel Ivins Grant and my great-grandmother was Susan noble Grant. The story I want to tell you, however, concerns Jedediah M. Grant and his first wife, Caroline van ****. They were married a few days after the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum, were martyred and left the same day, 2nd of july, 1844, for Philadelphia where Jedediah was to be the Presiding Elder there so that the members of the Council of the 12 Apostles who were in Philadelphia, could return to Nauvoo to help attend to the affairs of the Church. At the age of 25, this was Jedediah’s 6th mission - no wonder he didn’t have time to be married before. After 10 months in Philadelphia, Jedediah and his wife returned to Nauvoo to make their home bringing with them their new baby daughter named Caroline after her mother but always called, “Caddy.” my real story is about this little girl “Caddy.” But that will come later. I would like to refer to an article in the Deseret News, printed Jan. 3, 1976, about my great grandfather. Church Section of Deseret News, Jan. 3, 1976 Sept. 1847 was a hard time for many of the Latter-day Saints. Strung in a long line across the wilderness of Wyoming, 3 companies of them were on the final leg of their journey into Great Salt Lake Valley. For Jedediah M. Grant, it was a month of tragedy he would never forget. As captain of the 3rd company, he had suffered a summer of difficult leadership. His company had lost several yoke of oxen during the trek across the plains and was yoking up cows and men to pull the lumbering wagons. Added to Jedediah’s trials were the illnesses of his infant daughter, Margaret, and his wife Caroline. Their daughter, “Caddy” was then 3 years old. but he had little time to concern himself over personal matters. Then on the night of Sept. 2nd his baby girl Margaret died and his wife was so sick that she could not even watch as the weeping father buried his baby under a pile of rocks. The demands of his position continued to increase as the company found it more and more difficult to travel in the rugged terrain. On Sunday Morning, Sept. 26, 1847, Jedediah and his company were camped on the Bear River. His wife had been failing steadily since the death of their daughter, and on that morning she died quietly after telling her husband that she wanted to be buried in the promised valley and also that she wanted him to go back and bring the body of Margaret. In great sorrow, Jedediah put the body of his wife into a wagon and after 3 days and 2 nights he arrived in this valley and buried his beloved wife. She was the 1st white woman buried in the Salt Lake Valley. After seeing that his company was safely into the valley, Jedediah and Joseph Bates Noble, rode eastward again, this time to recover the body of little Margaret, only to find that the grave had been robbed and her remains scattered by the wolves. Heartsick and disappointed Jedediah returned, unable to keep his promise to his wife, Carline, that he would bring the body of baby Margaret and bring he in the valley. Two years after the death of Caroline, Jedediah married Susan Noble who became my great-grandmother. She came across the plains in Jedediah’s company at the age of 15, little dreaming that someday, in fact about 2 years , she would be his wife and be a mother to little “Caddy” who she helped tend while coming across the plains. I’ll now skip from the year 1849 to the year 1961. My mother, Pamela Smith Grant, had been doing genealogy research for quite a few years working on both her Smith line and the Grant line. in checking out Jedediah M. and Caroline Grant’s genealogy record, she couldn’t find where “Caddy” had ever been sealed to her parents. Jedediah and Caroline had been sealed in the Nauvoo temple after “Caddy” was born and fro some reason this work for Caddy hadn’t been done. This seemed quite impossible since so much research had been done on the Grant line, especially since President Grant hd hired much research work to be done for him. Nevertheless, no record could be found of this sealing, and on Nov. 27, 1961, my father and mother and myself went to the Salt Lake Temple and there stood as proxies. My father for his grandfather Jedediah M. Grant and my mother for his wife, Caroline and myself as the daughter “Caddy” or Caroline. This was a wonderful experience for us all. Caddy died on June 20, 1863 at the age of 18 and it had taken 98 years of waiting before my mother found out that she hadn’t been sealed to her parents. There are surely many more like Caddy, waiting. iId like to thank Max for helping with this next research experience. The Mumford family in connection with related families have had a genealogical organization, which has researched records for at least 50 years. It has been known all along that Max’s great grandfather Mark Mumford was born with the name of Halsey. Mark’s father died when he was 4 years old and his mother married a man by the name of Thomas Mumford and Mark assumed the Mumford name. So our name could have been Halsey. The odd part of the story is that after all those years of research, no one ever followed up on the Halsey line, until a couple of years ago, the Mumford family here in Sandy organized and with small contributions from members of the family started to work on the Halsey line. We were fortunate to have an ardent researcher in the family, a niece, Sherry Mumford Lee, who, after being unable to get any pertinent information form the Genealogical Library, wrote to the county Recorders’ office in Dorset County, England. A kind lady working in that office was interested enough to look up records dating back in the early and middle 1800’s. After several letters, Sherry was able to get the data needed to do the temple work for Max’s great grandfather, Mark Halsey, his brothers and sister, and the generation back to mark’s father and his family, Last fall, Max and I were able to join with other family members including Sherry to do the Temple work on this family line for the first time. What rejoicing in heaven that day as these families were sealed one to another. This was a special time for all of us also. Our challenge for the future came when the lady in England recently informed sherry, that we have all the information readily available to her, and that anything additional would have to be gathered by ourselves or a paid researcher. I pray that we ay have the desire—especially me—so start on or continue this important work of genealogy Research. I’m grateful to my mother an our niece, Sherry, for their research work and also that I could share these experiences with yo, also thank the Bishopric for this opportunity to bring them to you. I’d like to bear you my testimony that I know this Gospel is true and that we have a living Prophet at the head of the Church today and that Genealogy research is an important part of our Gospel. I do this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. My Pioneer Heritage—A talk given by Emeline Grant in sacrament meeting, July 23, 1978 The Bishop asked us, Rae Madsen and myself, if we would talk on our pioneer Heritage. As we were coming hime, Rae said to me, “Who are you going to tell about?” And I said, “Oh, I don’t know, probably my great-great Grandmother, Elizabeth Haven Barlow.’ And Rae replied, “Never heard of her.’ I’m sure that you haven’t either so if you don’t mind, I’d like to tell about her as well as two more of my great-grandparents. My great-great grandmother, Elizabeth Haven Barlow, joined the church in 1837 when she was 26 years old. Much of her life was filled with physical hardships. Her parents didn’t approve of her new religion so she left home and journeyed from Massachusetts to join the Saints in Far West, Missouri. Because she had been educated at Bradford and Amherst colleges, she was assigned to teach the children. The situation in Far West was tense; mobs threatened the Saints daily. One of Grandma Barlow’s students recalls: “I well remember the morning the mobbers came into Far West to take the prophet Joseph Smith and other brethren. As the mobbers passed the school house, they sounded their bugle causing excitement so great that the teachers allowed us children to go to the windows and look out.’ Later, in Nauvoo, Grandma Barlow and the other women were still concerned about protecting themselves and their children from the harassment of mobbers. In fact, the Relief Society sisters, feeling there would be safety in numbers, often met together with babies and lunches as they discussed plans for evacuation. Grandmother Barlow’s troubles didn’t end with the expulsion from Nauvoo, however. She was among those hardy pioneer women who gave birth en-route to the Salt Lake Valley. Her history mentions almost casually that she stopped at horseshoe Bend, Kansas, to deliver her 5th child. Instead of returning to a warm cozy house, disposable diapers and doting grandmother, the Barlows had to make haste to catch up with the rest of the company. Even after they reached the relative security of Utah, the Barlows and others of their generation still had to endure many physical hardships. The Walker Indian War, for example, broke out in Bountiful, where they lived, just as grandpa Israel Barlow was called on a mission to England. Grandma Barlow left her log cabin and moved back to Salt Lake City for protection. While her husband was gone. Grandma sold butter and cheese and straw hats she braided to provide for the family’s needs. In 1857, after the Barlows moved back to Bountiful, Pres. Brigham Young called Grandma Barlow to be Ward Relief Society President Many of the Saints, including the Barlows, were still living partially on pit weeds and mushrooms at this time. Yet Grandma Barlow and the other sisters managed to rise $60.00 for the needs of a widow with a sick child. It was also in 1837 that the Mormon’s safety was again threatened, this time by the arrival of Johnston’s army. The Barlows joined the Exodus south to Provo, leaving their home, as they had been instructed, full of straw and ready to be burned in case of invasion. When she returned to Bountiful, Grandma Barlow continued as president of the Ward Relief Society. Under her leadership, the Relief Society Hall was built and furnished. To accomplish this project, each sister was asked to contribute $.50. each sister was also encouraged to donate an egg every week. Grandma Barlow served in her calling as president of the Relief Society into her widowhood and was released just 3 years before her death at 77 years of age. Two other pioneer ancestors, were my great-grandmother Susan Noble Grant and great grandfather Jedediah M. grant. Information from the Temple Archives says: “Susan was adopted by her grandfather and grandmother Ezekial and Theodocia Bates Noble. She was sealed to them in the Salt Lake Temple, Dec.2, 1959.” Susan went to live with her grandparents when her mother remarried. She joined the Church and came west with her Uncle Bates Noble and his wife Mary Beman Noble in Jedediah M. Grant’s company, arriving here Oct. 4, 1847. Little did Susan dream, when she was coming across the plains that Caroline grant, Jedediah’s wife, would die just before she reached the valley, leaving a small daughter and that a year later she, Susan, and another young lady, Rosetta Robinson would become Jedediah’s wives. He accepted the doctrine of plural marriage and acquired 2 mothers for his little daughter, Caddy, who was then 3 years of age. These two young ladies, Susan, then 16 years of age, and Rosetta, 15 years of age, had crossed the plains in the same company with Caroline and Jedediah and had known and loved Caroline and were glad to mother her child. They had also witnessed the heartbreak when Jedediah and Caroline buried their infant baby, Margaret, out on the plains and had to go on, leaving the little grave with its stone markers. Jedediah M. Grant’s 10 years in the valley, before his death were filled with much activity and many positions, among which - 1st Mayor of Salt Lake at the age of 35, he became 2nd counselor to Brigham Young in 1854. He was leader of the Reformation, a movement to re-baptize all the Saints. It was during this strenuous effort he caught the flu and died. Just before his death at age 40, Jedediah had an unusual experience in which he viewed the spirit world. He saw his beloved wife Caroline and their baby (that they buried on the plains) in her arms, and was thrilled with the order and movement of that Heavenly Existence, as well as the glorious surrounding and beauties of that Eternal Home. Grandma Susan had great strength of character and a love for the Gospel. This was shown in the way she supported Jedediah while he was on a mission back East, just after they were married —- this was his 5th mission. His first was at 18 years of age. Susan, being the oldest of the 2 wives (17 years of age) was delegated the responsibility of the family when Jedediah left on his mission; which included Susan, his other wife Rosetta (16 years old), his daughter Caddy, 4 years old, one of Rosetta’s brothers and another young boy that Jedediah took into his home because they boy’s father beat him. In Susan’s letters from Jedediah from the Mission field, he told her to be sure that Rosetta went to school and also the boys. She was to tell Rosetta he would bring her a gift if she would study. Susan was to love little Caddy and kiss her for him. She was to make sure the boys fixed the fence and took care of the yard. She was to remind different people that they were to give them food in his absence. Susan was small in stature and figure, but a strong and noble woman. This was displayed when she was President of the Relief Society in Davis county and went by horse and buggy to visit all the Wards. She has been affectionately called little Grandma Susan by her posterity. I try to appreciate the hardships that the pioneers went through to preserve their freedom and right to worship and to further the Gospel, but it is hard to really do this when we have so many conveniences. So—- “Why should we mourn, Or think Our lot is hard? Tis not so—-all is right. Why should we think to earn a great reward If we now shun the fight?” I’m thankful for my Pioneer heritage and for my parents and the hardships that they suffered during their lifetime, to raise to adulthood 10 of their 13 children. Thankful for Max and each member of our family. Thankful for the knowledge that i have that the Gospel is true and that Spencer W. Kimball is our Prophet today. Thankful for my Heavenly Father and his son, Jesus Christ, and for the influence that the Holy Ghost has had in my life. Thankful for our Bishopric and the love and service that they give to each one of us, and I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen