Showing posts with label ancestors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ancestors. Show all posts

Saturday, July 26, 2014

We Are All the Pioneers of Our Own Lives



Pioneer Day is a day to remember our ancestors and the struggles they overcame coming to America and settling the Salt Lake Valley. As I recall my pioneers, the ones who crossed the plains, I tried to look at them with a different eye—as though I were their contemporary.
Hans & Caroline were from Bornholm, Denmark
I think of my one set of ancestors, Caroline Larsen, 21 years old, from Ostermarie, Bornholm, and Hans Miller, 28 years old, from Nexo, Bornholm, Danish sweethearts. Bornholm is an Island seven miles by seventeen miles which is south east of Sweden. Caroline was a very popular girl with lots of friends, while Hans was older, well-educated leader in the church, trained as a shoemaker. 
Hans’ father was well-to-do as partner in a windmill, who had taken on the permanent name of “Miller” as his last name so all of his three children had Miller as their last name, instead of the normal tradition of the father’s first name added to son as their last name. After his baptism at the age of 20, he was valiant as a missionary, and in many leadership positions. His history says that because of his proficiency in English, “He was called to Copenhagen especially to teach English - - a language in which he was quite proficient - - to the converts who expected to emigrate. In Copenhagen he was counselor to the president of the conference.[i]”
One history states that they met on the journey and fell in love, but another written by her daughter indicates that they were sweethearts before they left Denmark. From hints in Caroline’s story, we can tell she was a friendly, sociable lady who left friends behind. A quote from later in her story crossing the plain tells of a tornado striking, which “carried away along with small keepsakes from her girlhood and her home among which were some poems and eulogies written to her on her nineteenth birthday that her friends had celebrated in her honor, and tin-type photographs of her relatives and friends.   To mother’s last days she was saddened when she recalled her loss.” 
A story tells that when Caroline was getting ready to
Caroline (here a representation) ran 18 Danish miles to catch the ship
leave for the ship going to America “she took so long saying goodbye to everyone, especially an uncle, that she missed the boat taking the people to the ship. However she knew that it would be at anchor farther up the line, and although on March 19 she had to walk 19 Danish miles in an all-day rain to catch the ship, she made it. If she had not gone, she would have been left behind.[ii]” I think of this popular young lady, who may have had the “late” streak that often runs in our family, she did what she had to do to "do it."
They came on the "Franklin" clipper ship arriving in New York on 29 May 1862
Arriving in America, Hans, because of his ability to speak English, was able to go to New York and arrange for train transportation to Nebraska for the group, and he and Caroline were able to see the sights in New York. Hans’ history stated they disembarked at “Ellis Island” and went through customs there, but study has shown that they actually went through Castle Garden, the first official immigration center.[iii]
Although Hans and Caroline had
planned to wait until arriving in Salt Lake City and to be married in the Endowment House for all eternity, it didn’t work out that way. “Father contracted a fever and became so ill that he could not leave with the friends with whom he had crossed the ocean with and whose leader he had been.[iv]” Caroline needed to take care of him, so they married on 22 June 1862 in Florence, Douglas  County, Nebraska.
While waiting in Omaha to go west, they found work in the fields. Hans must have recovered from his illness, because his history explains what happened on 16 July 1862: “One day while father was working in the fields, a black cloud appeared in the south-west sky.   The American workmen began to run, and soon threw themselves upon the ground.   Father and other immigrants followed their lead, wondering what the excitement was about.  They soon found out.    A tornado had struck followed by the inevitable rain ending in a flood.[v]”

A Compilation of General Voyage Notes[vi] gives us further information about this tornado:
They experienced their first tornado near present-day Omaha
“The rest of the emigrants remained in camp for several weeks before beginning the journey across the plains. A few days before the company left camp, Florence and vicinity was visited by a terrible tornado, accompanied by rain, thunder and lightning, by which two of the brethren were killed and Elder Joseph W. Young received severe wounds from a wagon box which blew down upon him; after the accident, he was carried to a place of safety in an unconscious condition, but recovered after a while. The tents and wagon covers of the company were badly torn and shattered on that occasion. . . .”

Caroline Margaret Larsen Miller
Hans and Caroline came to Utah in J. R. Murdock’s, company leaving Omaha, 24 July 1862. His history states they walked most of the way to Salt Lake City, and arrived in Salt Lake City 27 September 1862, where they “stopped at the old Tithing House where the Hotel Utah now stands.  Here they were met by P. M. Peel, the same man who, in Nexo, had brought the missionaries to my grandfather’s home.[vii]”
Their first home in Utah was in Mt. Pleasant, which had been settled two years earlier, and where Mr. Peel lived. Hans was certified as a school teacher, but he also worked as a shoemaker during their time in Mt. Pleasant. It was here their first child was born exactly one month later. It was a small cabin with a “lean-to” as a second room.”
In the fall of 1864, Orson Hyde called a group to settle Sanpete County and the Sevier River, especially that area that had had such a bountiful harvest of barley that its name had been changed from Omni to Richfield. Hans’ family was among those called.
A comment from Hans’ history tells of Caroline’s introduction to this area that Elijah
Ward an old mountaineer had called “the finest country in Utah.”
“He [Hans] with others left that autumn - - 1864 - - to prepare places for their families to live.   These men did what a few men - - who had settled earlier had done - - they dug cellars, placed a willow-dirt roof over the excavation, formed steps out of the soil leading to the entrance, and brought their wives and children.[viii]”
“Arriving in Richfield, Mother surveyed a barren valley surrounded by mountains and a ditch flowing crookedly along, almost lost in willows and greasewood; and mounds rising or two feet among the greasewood [brush).[ix]”
“When Father stopped at a ‘mound’ and gravely said, ‘Well, here we are, Mother,’ [Caroline] with tears in her eyes asked, ‘Is this home?’ Caroline had a child a little more than a year old to take care of, a second child to be born in mid-spring!   She sat down and wept.[x]”
“A cellar, a dirt floor, a roof of willows covered with soil, steps that had been cut with
Photo of dugout near Salina Utah
a shovel deep into the soil leading to the entrance. The entrance was not a door; lumber could not be used carelessly in a cellar. A canvas of some sort was hung to keep out the cold, no windows. Father was working hard to make enough adobes (molded from the clay and placed in the sun to dry) to build a little one-room house with a window and a door. Before the roof was put on, rail fell. Father hurriedly made a roof of willows, covered it with damp soil, gathered dry grass and scattered it over the damp dirt.[xi]”
 One more comment from Hans’ history tells about Caroline’s struggles. “A little incident about the ‘cellar’ recalls the extreme poverty these early pioneers went through.   Father was working early and late to make enough adobes to build a little house.   Mother had prepared dinner as best she could and went to call father to come in.   Standing chatting for a moment while he put the mud mixture into the adobe mold, one corner of the cellar roof caved in.   Mother made an exclamation of dismay.   Father answered, ‘Our roof is gone, but so is our dinner for today!’   And so it was.[xii]”
        
Later photo of Caroline
Hans and Caroline became stalwart founders of the Richfield area; Hans was a school teacher for many years, later served as tithing clerk, Superintendent of Schools, postmaster, president of the Quorum of the Seventy for many years and a leader in many other ways. Caroline had eleven children, was chosen as Mrs. Utah one year, and rode in the Fourth of July parade. She looked beautiful, dressed in white with a crown on her white hair and a banner, reading, "Utah We Love Thee."  Later she was one of the nine original pioneers chosen to be honored at the 50th Anniversary of the founding of Richfield in September 1914.
I think of the little I know of their early years—
Photo of Hans Peter Miller, Sr.
Caroline, friendly, sociable, but determined to get along in this hard new world. Hans, educated, obedient, a leader, but willing to build and live in a dugout if that was necessary. They hadn’t been raised to live in such a raw, new world, but they did it.
Many young couples today go out into the world with high hopes and optimistic dreams, but when life hands them lemons, or blows their life apart with illness or disaster, they soldier on, making do with whatever is necessary just as Hans and Caroline did. They know that eventually things will get better and someday they will be the pioneers of their lives and others will look back at that and say, “How did you do that, Grandma?” “Grandpa, I can’t believe that you didn’t give up when that happened.” They will remember that they are the pioneer of their own life and say, “I did it because I had to, and so will you! That is what this life is about.”
Caroline Margaret Larsen Miller as Mrs. Utah


[i] Miller, Eudora: “The Life of Hans Peter Miller, Sr.,” written 1846, p. 6
[ii] Miller, Eudora: “A History of Caroline Margaret Larsen Miller”
[iii] Castle Garden, today known as Castle Clinton National Monument, is the major landmark within The Battery, the 23 acre waterfront park at the tip of Manhattan. From 1855 to 1890, the Castle was America's first official immigration center, a pioneering collaboration of New York State and New York City.
[iv] Miller, Ibid., “The Life of Hans Peter Miller, Sr.,p. 6
[v] Miller, Ibid., “The Life of Hans Peter Miller, Sr.,p. 6
[vi] the Voyage from Denmark to New York City, 1862, from the MORMON IMMIGRATION INDEX (CD-ROM) Voyage of the Ship Franklin: https://familysearch.org/photos/stories/1367886
[vii] Miller, Ibid., “The Life of Hans Peter Miller, Sr.,p. 7
[viii] Miller, Ibid., “The Life of Hans Peter Miller, Sr., p. 8
[ix] Miller, Adeare, “Unpublished History of Caroline Larsen Miller.”  In Ten Penny Nails, Op Cit., p. 21. (Sevier County General Plan: 1998: Sevier County History and Communities Land of the Sleeping Rainbow : Chapter 10); http://www.sevierutah.net/general%20plan/Chapter%2010.pdf     
[x] Miller, Ibid., “The Life of Hans Peter Miller, Sr., p. 8
[xi]Miller, Adeare, Ibid: p. 21.
[xii] Miller, Ibid., “The Life of Hans Peter Miller, Sr.,p. 8

Friday, May 2, 2014

Everyone Has a Role In Family History




My Grandmother Hansen infected me with “genealogy fever” when I was 12-years-old and was visiting her home in Monroe, Utah for a week. She showed me all the genealogy she had worked on, and showed me how to make my own large genealogy chart, telling me their stories as we worked. She gave me copies of their histories, on mimeographed paper.

When I went home, I kept my histories and my large genealogy chart and my life-long love affair with family history had begun. When my grandmother’s health began to fail, she moved in with my Aunt only a few blocks from our house. I now had two “collaborators” to assist me with my genealogy. I went with them to family reunions where I got more information, met more relatives and learned more about genealogy and family history. My Grandmother Hansen died when I was 15-years-old, but I never recovered from “genealogy fever.”

When we finally retired to Centerville in 1990, I worked full time for 19 years so I didn’t have much time to do anything about my family histories. However I kept collecting information. My cousin and I went to Monroe, Utah to get some histories from my great-aunt Agnes, where I was able to take a photo of a picture one of my ancestors had painted. My cousin and I shared what information we had and I kept going to my Grandmother Hansen’s Millers’ family reunion.

After I finally retired from work, I joined the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers (DUP), and I decided to write the biographies of some of my ancestors. I was grateful for all the histories I had collected throughout the years—even the mimeographed pages that were now so old that they were hard to read. I checked with DUP to see which of my ancestors did not have biographies in the DUP archives. I found one—my great- grandfather, Peter Hansen. I combined the information I had collected, being careful to cite where I got the information (I had obtained five biographies, including a short autobiography he’d written). 

Then I went to http://history.lds.org/overlandtravels/. You can put in an ancestor’s first and last name, birth and death year and it will pull up which ship and wagon train they came across in if they came between 1847 and 1868. I discovered Peter Hansen, his sister, mother, and stepfather had come to Utah in one of the first groups of Scandinavians 1853. It also had journal accounts of others in the same wagon train so you could read what happened along the way. I was touched when I read the death of Peter Hansen’s stepfather in the journal of another pioneer: “Sunday, July 24. A quarter of a mile’s travel brought us to plenty of water. This morning Hans Andersen Pill passed away.”
 This same ancestor served in the Utah Blackhawk War so I was able to go to the Utah State Archives and get copies of his service in that war—when he enlisted, when he left and where he served. I discovered the letters he wrote in the 1900s trying to get a pension for his service in that war; however he couldn’t prove he was the same person who enlisted as Peter Allen (he was using his second stepfather’s last name) but was released as Peter Hansen (his real name). Even though he received a medal for serving in the war, he couldn’t get the Federal Government to acknowledge he’d served in the war. 

I was touched in researching another ancestor, my Grandmother Hansen’s mother’s father Henry Bucholdt Christensen. Grandmother’s mother had died bearing her 10th child and her father had married two other times. He had three children with his third wife, but none of Grandmother’s family knew much of his second family and almost nothing about Grandfather Christensen. However my great-aunt Agnes wrote, “I’ve never heard very much about my great-grandfather. .  and wanted to know more about this grandfather . . . [I] called grandfather’s daughter Katherine . . .  and will now proceed to write his history as I understand it.”  It was this history, by Agnes, that was the most complete history of him that I found. I know without it, we wouldn’t have known nearly as much about him.
My saving all those biographies throughout the years--including those old mimeographed ones I got from my grandmother—were the basis for my biographies. I couldn’t have written the biographies without them. 

I turned in my history of Niels Peter Hansen to the DUP last year. I was touched recently when I saw it on Family Search submitted by someone I didn’t know. I was ashamed to think I hadn’t even thought to put it on Family Search. So I put my recently completed Henry Bocholtz Christensen’s biography on Family Search so others could learn about him.

There are many ways you can help in Family History: You can collect biographies and information (like I did for over 60 years); you can actually interview and write the histories (like my great-aunt Agnes), you can share histories; you can help others learn how to research and write histories; you can collaborate with others, whether it is family, DUP and or at reunions. You can encourage children, youth and the younger generation as my grandmother did. Everyone can share what they have in Family Search. Everyone has a role in family history.

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