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10 Aug 2008 |
 | Ann Catherine Jarvis
Life Sketch
from notes by Pearl Jarvis Augustus
Aunt Annie was one of Utah's oldest living residents. She was a great lady. Many articles were written about her for the newspapers. Many of these articles are in the possession of Pearl Augustus.
Ann Catherine Jarvis Milne, still living, contributes a chapter to Utah's history of pioneer women that is little short of incomparable.
Born in London, England, Oct. 27, 1848 she was the daughter of the British Sailor George Jarvis and Ann Prior Jarvis, who were L.D.S. converts to the Church. Ann came with her parents to America in 1857. They first settled in Boston, intending to remain only till the health of her mother improved sufficiently for them to move west to Utah. Unfortunately, the loss of their British money through the closing of the Boston Banks in the approaching Civil War setup, kept them in Boston for three years. They arrived in Utah in the fall of 1860, and a year later were among those called to grow cotton in Utah's Dixie cotton mission.
Just aged 13 when this move was made, Ann was soon drawn into community activities and was one of the young women trained and put into active community service by Dr. Israel Ivins during the many contagions of malaria, diphtheria and other ailments which beset the pioneers in this difficult mission. The wide experience and knowledge she gained in this way served her in good hand when left with the responsibility of rearing a large family. She was the third wife of the pioneer Scottish painter, David Milne, an artist if there ever was one, whose hand work lives on in the decorations of the local homes, the Temple, the Tabernacle, the Lyceum and in the lives of his daughters.
Typical of her courageousness implanted through years of pioneering, is the fact, that blindness did not deter her progress. After 12 years of blindness from cataracts and surgery, she took up the study of Braille at the age of 88 and mastered it, only to have the joy at 90 of regaining sight following a serious technical operation. Living now in Salt Lake City, she is as one come from the dead as she sees again the beauty she used to love, and notes the progress made during her many years of darkness. Alert, clever and lovable, she has enjoyed life to its fullest in varied experiences, health and sickness, poverty and comfort, and keeps check on the progress of industry, travel, literature and art. She still keeps on with her study of Braille, just in case she might need it again.
Ann Catherine Jarvis Milne died at the age of 107 years on 8 Oct. 1956. |
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10 Aug 2008 |
 | Jeremiah Leavitt IV
Jeremiah Leavitt IV
This is an autobiography that Milo Tullis had which was rewritten by Verda May Shaw Tullis in 1980. Blanche Leavitt Holt sent Verda a short history she had and some of its content was added to what Milo had.
I was born February 7, 1851 in Pottawattamie County, Iowa, and came with my parents, Jeremiah Leavitt and Eliza Harrover to Utah when I was one year old. We first settled in Salt Lake Valley then later we moved to East Tooele. In 1857 we were to come to Dixie. We came to the Santa Clara and in the spring of 1858 we lived in St. George, or where it now stands. We cleared some ground and put in a crop on the west side of town and got water from the North Spring. Then in the fall of the same year we moved back to the Santa Clara Valley. In 1861 we moved to Gunlock in what is now known as the Gunlock field. At that time there were four families living there, my father’s family, my two uncles William Hamblin and Dudley Leavitt, also Isaac Riddle. While living there, George A. Smith came down and stayed all night with Uncle William. In the morning before he got ready to leave, he said, “What do you call this place?” William said, “All the name we have for it is Santa Clara Creek.” George A. replied, “Well Billie, we will name it after you. We will call it Gunlock.” That was the name they gave William while crossing the plains. He was a hunter for George A.’s company and was always cleaning and getting his gun, as well as others ready for business, so they called him Gunlock Bill. On Christmas day of this year, 1861, it started to rain and kept it up for thirty days, part of the time raining hard and part just a fine rain. During all this time the sun never came out. The creek kept rising until it reached from hill to hill and washed most of the land away. My father’s house was left with one corner reaching out over the bank.
So we were forced to leave and moved to Clover Valley, now known as Bartley, Nevada. We lived there for a time then on to Panaca, fighting the Indians all the time; standing guard nights and herding our cattle days, with but little to eat or wear. In the course of a few years, on advice of President (then Apostle) Lorenzo Snow, we moved to Shoal Creek, now known as Hebron, where several other families were located. There were still Indian troubles, but before long peace was made and the settlers hired the natives to work for them, taught them many helpful things and learned much from them concerning the country. We lived in Hebron for a few years, then came back to Gunlock, where we have lived ever since. By the time we came back, the redmen were getting quite friendly. We could hire them to work for us, but still they were treacherous and we had to watch them to keep them from carrying off our things. They did not like our coming to take the land they called theirs and kill their game and destroy the seeds and roots they had lived on. I grew up from a small boy among the Indians and learned their language so I could sit and talk with them and understand what they said. The Indians always thought a lot of me and whenever they came where I was they always said, “I can get a favor from Jeremiah when not from others.” The old ones are all dead that were here when we came, but the younger ones all seem to notice me and call others attention whenever I was passing by.
I have always worked hard and had but very little to do with in the shape of machinery. Our grain was cut with a cradle, threshed with a flail and cleaned up with the wind. I have made molasses every fall for over fifty-three years. For years I would take a load of molasses and go out on the Sevier River and trade it for flour to feed my family on. We would dry our fruit and sell it in the stores in St. George to get our clothes. In the winter I would haul wood to St. George and sell it for anything I could get to live on or use. I had a big family to care for. Before I was married I had to take care of my father’s family. He was a sickly man and could not work so he looked to me for help. I also had to care for my grandmother, Sarah Studevant Leavitt, as she was left alone and was deaf and old. Her husband, Grandfather Jeremiah Leavitt (II) died August, 1846, in Bonapart, Iowa. She came here with her family and lived alone. Her children were all married so I built her a cabin by my own so we could look after her. She died two years after her son Jeremiah, my father, was married and was laid to rest in the Gunlock Cemetery. She died 5 April, 1878.
My mother made soft soap out of ashes and grease. We would take it north by the barrel full and sell for anything we could eat or use. Money was something we did not have. We lived mostly on corn bread, the corn ground in a coffee mill. We had very little to go with it, a little milk and molasses. We had no fruit and but very little meat or grease. I have went to bed many a time while mother washed and mended my clothes, which consisted of a calico shirt and a pair of jeans trousers. Shoes were a very rare thing. I went barefoot winter and summer until I was almost grown. I can remember going to dances barefoot and carrying a squash to pay my dance ticket. As time rolled on we got a little better off. There was a grist mill put up and a few small stores in St. George, and a cloth factory in Washington. We raised a little cotton and there were a few men that owned a small herd of sheep. We could trade our produce for cloth, so we were all dressed alike. By now, we had a large family so in 1898 I hired John Morse and Charley Larson to make enough adobe bricks to build me a house. In 1899 I hired William Marshal and Mr. Deeds to put up the walls, which they did. I traded for lumber and shingles enough to put on the roof that summer. I hauled lumber from Clover Valley, Parawan, Cedar, and Pine Valley, just where I could trade some of my produce for it. I hauled wood, traded produce, or anything I could to Addie Price in St. George to get shingles enough to cover the roof. In the fall I got help and we got the roof on and the floor laid, doors and windows in, and moved into it that winter. That was in 1900. I managed to get it plastered the next fall and hired Joseph Eldridge of Pinto to paper it, so at last we managed to get it done. I built a fence around my lot, a barn and other outdoor buildings. This I did and paid for it all with hard labor from all members of the family. We had fifteen children and they were all taught to work and to earn their bread by the sweat of their brow. I believe they have all done this and they know what a dollar is worth. There was always plenty of work to be done on the farm and I never went off to work and was always careful to live within my means. I have never had any surplus, could just manage to get along. I have never gone into debt but a few dollars at a time. My greatest desire was to raise my family up right and to live true to the end. I have not felt to complain, but felt the Lord had greatly blessed us for we had not suffered, although we had gone very short of the comforts of life. I have lived to a good old age and have got past work, but I feel I have enough left to keep me and my companion as long as the Lord wants us to remain here. I am thankful to the Lord for this great blessing.
Jeremiah Leavitt died 26 July, 1931, in Gunlock and was buried there. His experiences with the Indians were great. They loved him and would do anything for him. He believed what Brigham Young said, “It is better to feed them, than to fight them.” He spoke their language very well. After his death his memory lived among the older members of the tribe. When any of his family would pass the Indian Farm, they would cry out, “Jeremiah’s papoose.” He and his wife, Mary Ellen, lived happy lives in spite of the hardships they went through. They were full of faith, thrift, and honesty. Their posterity is large and their family appreciates the wholesome lives their parents lived, the good work they have done for their family, the Church, and the community. Bless their memory! |
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10 Aug 2008 |
 | Johannes (John) and Maria (Mary) Gubler
JOHANNES (JOHN) GUBLER
AND
MARIA (MARY) URSULA MULLER
Johannes (John) Gubler was born in Mueliheim, Switzerland, 29 November 1818, the third son born to Hans Heinrich and Anna Margaretha Dinckel Gubler, Maria (Mary) Ursulla Muller was born at Eilhart, Switzerland, 10 January 1823. They were married 29 March 1849 at Mueliheim, Switzerland where they were living when they were converted to The Church of Jesus Christ of latter-day Saints. They were parents of seven children, three of whom died in infancy. The four who grew to maturity were Anna Mary, Louisa, John, and Herman.
In Switzerland they had a comfortable home and a small piece of land and a small store. Johannes was a salesman. He would take the goods and go to different towns nearby and sell them while Maria, his wife, took care of the vegetable garden and her family.
The family had heard rumors about the Mormon missionaries but hadn't met any of them. As Grandmother was greatly opposed to the missionaries from the stories she had heard, Grandfather, after meeting them, attended some of their meetings without her knowing about it. He took a liking to them and believed what they preached. One day, he told her that some missionaries were going to hold a meeting at a nearby town and asked if she and the children would like to go with him and hear them. She consented to go and take the children, not knowing what church the missionaries represented. Grandmother liked the meeting and the doctrine taught very much so they went often and it wasn't long until she and Grandfather were converted and baptized.
They were anxious to emigrate to America so they could live their religion and worship as they wanted to without being persecuted and shunned by their friends. They sold everything they had for what they could get and left Switzerland in August 1859. They were six weeks crossing the Atlantic ocean from Liverpool to New York. Anna Mary was eight years old and she became very ill while crossing the ocean so they had to remain at Williamsburg, a small town near New York, for two months until she was well enough to go on their journey by train to Florence, Nebraska where the rest of the company were.
That was as far as the train went. The company stopped there and got their outfits ready to go on to Salt Lake City. They still had 1,000 miles to go with wagons pulled by oxen. The men worked day and night making wagons and getting their outfits ready for their long journey. It was a long, tiresome trip across the plains. When they finally reached Ogden, they were getting low on food so they stopped there and got work of different kinds to earn money for food.
Grandfather was given a piece of land on which to raise some crops. The family lived there one year and were getting along quite nicely when, at the general conference of the Church in October 1861, President Brigham Young called a company of 309 missionaries to go to Southern Utah. Included in the number was what was designated as the Swiss Company. They all joined and formed a company with Daniel Bonelli of Salt Lake City as their leader.
He could speak both the Swiss and English language. Teams were provided by the Church to take them south. The route they followed was practically that of the state highway of today. As they had had experience in grape culture, they were told to go to Santa Clara and raise grapes and cotton, both of which had been grown there successfully prior to that time. An Indian mission had been established at Santa Clara a few years previously and approximately twenty families were living at the fort called Fort Clara. The company arrived November 28, 1861. They drove to the fort where they camped for about three weeks. Then it was decided to make a permanent town site below the point of the hill on the bend of the river where homes would be safer from the flood waters of the creek. Preliminary arrangements had been made with the original settlers to relinquish their claims in favor of those recently arrived. This was carried out and Santa Clara had a new beginning.
A survey of the new townsite was made in December. The people assembled on December 22 for the dedication at which Elder Daniel Bonelli offered the dedicatory prayer. Lots and vineyards were laid out and the settlers drew for their plots of ground. During the month a dam in the creek and a ditch to the new townsite had been built. This was completed by December 25 at a cost of one thousand and thirty dollars. Men were given two dollars credit per day for their labor. The very day this dam was completed rain began falling and it continued to rain for a prolonged period of time. On New Year's day a terrific flood swept away the Fort and other buildings of the original townsite and destroyed the dam and canal just completed. They then had to begin anew to build the town and all pertaining to it. They set to their task with vigor so that by March 16 they had again completed the construction of the dam and a canal to the townsite.
After the lots and vineyards had been plotted, corresponding numbers were written on sheets of paper and placed in a hat. Brother Bonelli drew the numbers from the hat and allotted them to the various families. The land was nothing but sagebrush and grease woods so they set to work to clear it and make ditches.
By spring their food supply was so low they had to gather pigweeds to cook, which served as their food with a scanty bit of bread for many weeks. They were three weeks without any white bread and had just a bit of corn bread. In those days they would save a small dab of dough to start the next batch of bread. One day father (Herman) found a piece of this sour dough which Grandmother had saved. It was dried and hard as a rock but he ate it eagerly. When Grandmother saw him, it made her cry to think her young boy had to go so hungry.
The first year their main crop was corn. Since better bread could be made with part wheat to go with the corn, Grandmother and all the children except Louisa went north with many other people to glean wheat for their winter bread. Grandfather stayed home to run the farm and Louisa stayed to cook and help him. This went on for several years. The last year they went north to glean wheat, John, the oldest son, became very sick with malaria. Then Mary and Herman contacted it so they had to return home.
At about this time they received a $150 they still had coming from the sale of their home in Switzerland. With this they bought some land across the creek, known as the south fields. There were three rows of peach trees on the land just beginning to bear. The land was purchased from some English people who lived at the old fort. They dried the peaches and raised cane which they made into molasses. In the fall Grandfather went up north with the dried peaches and molasses and traded them for flour and potatoes. In this way they got along much better during the winters. Grandfather couldn't speak English very well so he took one of the boys along with him to interpret, and they made many life-long friends with whom they were able to stop overnight while on these trips.
In those first years there weren't any doctors or nurses so the women cared for each other when they had their babies. Grandmother acted as nurse to many women during their confinement.
After things were a little better, Grandfather bought a team of mules. Father told of the trip his mother and father took to Salt Lake City with a load of dried peaches. They took him along to help drive as Grandfather didn't know much about driving or handling a team. In fact, he never had had any experience with horses or mules, and he was quite nervous.
When they got to Cove Fort, one of their wheels was about to give way so the man living there told them if they would stop over a day, he would make them a new wheel. In those days they made the wheels from all wood. After the wheel was made, they went on their way and got along nicely until they were driving down main street in Salt Lake City. The Pony Express that carried the mail came along and frightened the mules. It caused them to run and tip the wagon over, and the dried peaches were scattered all over the streets. People came from every direction to help gather up the peaches. Grandfather was so excited about his load he hadn't noticed Grandmother was hurt. He was told that she had been taken to the hospital. He was very excited and found she was badly injured, but the doctor told him she would be all right. She was in the hospital for three weeks before she could go home.
In those days grass grew along the sides of the roads. As there wasn't much hay, people turned their animals out at night to eat the grass. Sometimes they would stray off and the men would have to hunt them next morning. This happened on their way home, and they spent all day looking for the mules but couldn't find them. That night they prayed to our Father in Heaven that they might find them. The next morning the mules were found next to where they were camped, and they went on their way rejoicing and thanking their Heavenly Father for helping them.
They lived in their dugouts until they could make a house of adobes. This they lived in for many years. Then Grandfather and the boys went up on the Pine Valley Mountain and worked to earn lumber to build a two-room frame house. Later they built a larger home which consisted of three large rooms and two porches.
Grandfather and Grandmother were always ready and willing to help do their part in building up the town and community. Grandfather helped build the first public building on the square which was made of adobes. This served as church house, school house, and amusement hall for many years. Grandfather also assisted in the construction of the St. George Temple. He and the boys hauled lumber from the Pine Valley Mountain and Mount Trumble. In all their hardships and struggles they both stayed true and firm in their belief.
Grandfather's health was quite poor in his later years, but he was only bedfast a few days before his death. He died 2 January 1897, being 79 years old. Grandmother only lived four years after Grandfather's death. She had a severe stroke which caused her to become helpless. Her right side became paralyzed. Her children often took her in a wheel chair to visit relatives and friends. She was always cheerful and happy to get outside. She was patient and uncomplaining and appreciated everything that was done for her. She died 20 September 1901 at the age of 78. Both she and Grandfather were buried in the Santa Clara Cemetery and have nice headstones at their graves.
Compiled By Selina G. Hafen and Eliza H. Gubler
Their family:
Gubler, Johannes (John), son of Hans Heinrich and Anna Margaretha Dinckel Gubler,
born 28 November 1818, Mueliheim, Thrg., Switzerland,
married Mary Ursula Muller, born 10 January 1823, Eilhart, Switzerland, 29 March 1849.
1. Ulrich, born 15 January 1850, Mueliheim, Thrg., Switzerland, died 1 May 1850.
2. Anna Mary, born 27 December 1850, Mueliheim, Thrg., Switzerland, died 15 June 1921.
3. Louisa, born 10 January 1852, Mueliheim, Thrg., Switzerland, died 14 December 1930. Not married.
4. John, born 10 September 1853, Mueliheim, Thrg. Switzerland.
5. Elizabeth, born 5 February 1855, Mueliheim, Thrg., Switzerland, died 29 November 1855,
6. Herman, born 11 December 1856, Mueliheim, Thrg., Switzerland.
7. Abraham, born 24 February 1859, Mueliheim, Thrg., Switzerland, died 10 April 1860.
8. Isaac, born June 1862, Santa Clara, Washington, Utah, died June 1862
Source: Gubler families in America 1857-1973, edited by Laura G. Hendrix and Donworth V. Gubler, 1973, pg 219-224. |
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| I232604 |  Mathilda |
b. Abt 1826 |  | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
| I232478 | CHRISTENSEN Harvey Elmer |
b. 13 Dec 1911 | Sioux City, Woodbury, Iowa | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
| I232467 | CHRISTENSEN Jacob |
b. 26 Jan 1856 | Rye, Gammel Rye Sogn, Tyrsting Herred, Skanderborg Amt, Danmark | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
| I232479 | CHRISTENSEN Mildred Lela |
b. 1 Apr 1913 | Sioux City, Woodbury, Iowa | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
| I232470 | CHRISTENSEN Peter Christophersen |
b. 29 Nov 1882 | Aarhus, , Denmark | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
| I232472 | CHRISTENSEN Roy Spencer |
b. 24 Jun 1920 | Sioux City, Woodbury County, Iowa | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
| I232474 | CHRISTENSEN S.M. |
| | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
| I232493 | CHRISTIANDATTER Mette Kerstine |
b. 17 Jan 1825 | <, Vejerslev, Viborg, Denmark> | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
| I232533 | CHRISTIANSEN Geert |
b. 19 Jan 1820 | Vejerslev, Viborg, Denmark | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
| I232534 | CHRISTIANSEN Inger Marie |
b. 17 Nov 1822 | Vejerslev, Viborg, Denmark | Jensen | 24 Aug 2008 |
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