Links to Other Websites Relating to Edwin Whiting and his Descendants

www.whiting-global.org

The world-wide gathering place for genealogical research related to the Whiting surname.

http://oscox.org  Includes Pioneer histories and descendants of

  • Jonathan Upham Cox
  • Orville Sutherland Cox
  • Frederick Walter Cox
  • Mary Elizabeth Cox Whiting and their siblings.

> Webmaster: Carl ctcox@centurytel.net

The Loren and Margie Whiting Family Website

A blog that includes links to information about Loren, who is a descendant of Edwin.

Biography of Mary Ann Washburn Noble Whiting

Mary Ann Washburn Noble

Mary Ann Washburn Noble Whiting Biography

Biography of Mary Ann Washburn Noble Whiting

Mary Ann Washburn Noble

Of Edwin Whiting’s five wives, Mary Ann was his last in order of marriage and the only one to precede him in death. Even so, their marriage in plurality extended over a period of twenty-five years. Mary Ann’s is a sad story in many respects, although few details have survived to the present day. What we do know about this sorrowing woman comes to us in large part from oral tradition, circumstantial evidence, and from the writings of four Washburn descendants, Geneva D. Larson, Lorena E. W Larson, Susannah Washburn Bowles, and Mary Ruperta Whiting Smith. All this combined forms the basis for the biographical sketch presented here.

On [15 November 1828 or 18 Nov 1827] in [Sing Sing or Mount Pleasant], Westchester County, New York, Mary Ann was born to Abraham and Tamer (Washburn) Washburn as their second child. An older brother, Daniel, had been born in 1826, and an adopted son, William Davis, may have already joined the family too by this time. Eight additional brothers and sisters would join Mary Ann under her parents’ roof in subsequent years, but only five of these siblings would survive childhood. Tamer had borne the surname Washburn before her marriage to Abraham. Her father, Jesse, had been Abraham’s great uncle. With Washburns on both sides, Mary Ann’s ancestry is replete with other preeminent surnames of colonial New York and New England: Cornell, Fowler, Hawxhurst, Underhill, Winthrop, and Wright, to name a few. Yet in spite of being offspring of some leading or well-established families, Abraham and Tamer were nevertheless commoners fruit that had fallen far from the trunk of the old colonial elite. Abraham was a tanner and shoemaker and his father had been a farmer.

The ardently religious environment of Mary Ann’s childhood home must have left its mark upon her. Quakerism was the Washburns’ original lodestar. Mary Ann’s father and two uncles had been named Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob after the ancient Hebrew patriarchs. Jacob was probably the first of his family to turn from Quakerism, though not away from religion, for he became a Methodist minister. Abraham was a strong advocate of abstinence from liquor and tobacco. As for Tamer, her strictness in the practice of religion was to become the stuff of family legend. She was staunch in her application of the Quaker code of conduct: the Sabbath was inviolable; prayer and worship were mandatory; in matters of attire, extravagance was to be shunned.

For all the rigor of their Quaker ways, the Washburns were human enough to enjoy themselves: “The Quaker Sabbath commenced on Saturday at sundown and closed Sunday at sundown. No member of that faith was supposed to laugh during that period, but as the Washburns said, Quakers were very human, and at the close of the Sabbath the young people had a very good time.”

Abraham Washburn had been a tanner and cobbler from his early days in New York. At one time, he owned a tanning and shoemaking establishment, where he instructed others in his craft. We can only wonder how many pioneer feet fled Nauvoo or crossed the plains in shoes of his making. He continued in this occupation after coming to Utah; it was said that Abraham Washburn kept the residents of Manti well shod.

In about 1836 or 1837, Orson Pratt was making his way through the lower Hudson River Valley, on a proselytizing tour. During his travels he preached the strange new American religion called Mormonism to the Washburn family. By the time Pratt arrived in Sing Sing (now Ossining), Abraham (like his brother Jacob) had already been through one conversion, exchanging Quakerism for Methodism and persuading his family to follow suit. Tamer, now faced with yet another potential change, reacted to the new itinerant preacher with righteous indignation.

Determined that Mormonism was a dangerous deception, “she turned on Brother Pratt and poured out the venom of her wrath in no gentle tones. Her husband tried in vain to soothe her.” Orsons Pratt’s famous brother, Parley P. Pratt, baptized Abraham on 6 Feb 1838, in spite of Tamer’s strong initial opposition. Her conversion is said to have come soon after an evening meeting conducted by Orson Pratt and attended by Abraham, during which a message came saying that Tamer had fainted, or, as in one account, that she was “in a terrible nervous condition on account of his being at a Mormon meeting.” As Abraham made ready to leave to attend to his troubled wife Brother Pratt said, “Be of good cheer, Brother Washburn, for in a very short time your wife will be a member of the Church.” (1)

It was but a few weeks later that she asked Brother Pratt to baptize her. Tamer’s subsequent loyalty to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was unwavering. Animosity toward the Pratts disappeared. Both Parley and Orson Pratt stayed as guests in the Washburn home while preaching in New York, and two of Abraham Washburn’s sons would later be named after the renowned Pratt missionaries. (2) Family tradition maintains that the Prophet Joseph Smith himself, during an evening social at the Washburn home, pronounced a blessing upon Tamer’s head, assuring her of salvation in the celestial kingdom because of her liberality. One might naturally conclude that Tamer had become a Mormon through and through. But family members recalled how she held to many of her Quaker ways and attitudes for many years after becoming a Latter-day Saint. On one of his visits to the Washburns, Orson Pratt brought his wife along. She was wearing a lace cap ornamented with ribbon and small artificial flowers. “Sister Washburn had not yet sufficiently recovered from her Quaker notions to be able to tolerate these excessive practices, so she asked Sister Pratt to please remove the trimmings from her cap while she remained her guest. To please Sister Washburn, Sister Pratt complied with the request. In years after, Tamer laughed as she related the story, because she herself wore just such little lace caps to the end of her days and enjoyed having them handsomely decorated. “

Just how charitable Tamer was (and how supportive she became of the Pratts and Mormonism) is illustrated by the following anecdote: “Abraham was a prosperous businessman and he gave Tamer a regular allowance of seventy-five dollars a month. She deposited a part of her allowance each month in the bank. Once Orson Pratt was going to England on a mission. He arrived in New York with no money to pay his traveling expenses. Tamer gave him enough money from her savings account to pay his passage to England.” Such a gift would have been a considerable sum. But this year (1837) brought Mary Ann’s family not only a new gospel; it brought tragedy as well. Mary Ann’s older brother Daniel and their little sister Elizabeth Underhill died. Mary Ann was eight or nine years old at the time, Daniel ten, and Elizabeth three. Tamer had had a dream forewarning her of impending loss. In this dream Tamer “went to heaven. Everything was beautiful and in perfect order. She visited many wonderful places. In beautiful parks she saw many groups of happy children at play. They were in the charge of and their play was supervised by very fine, intelligent women. She came to one group where two of her own children were playing. She was surprised to see them there, and when she looked up inquiringly into the face of the lady who had them in her charge, the lady said, ‘Sister Washburn, it is your privilege to see before- hand where your children will be so that the parting will not be so hard.’ In a few weeks, the two children died. Sister Washburn said that when they died, she could not shed a tear because the vision was continually before her mind.”

Tamer would lose another three children after moving to Nauvoo, all infants. Mary Ann, as a mother herself in later years, would lose four of her own children; we might wonder if some kind of comfort came to Mary Ann as it did to her mother Tamer in Sing Sing, or if Mary Ann bore her sorrow in some other way.

As reported by Geneva D. Larsen, a great grand-daughter, Mary Ann drew strength during her own bereavement by reflecting on the dream Tamer had related to her. The Washburns remained in Sing Sing, with Abraham acting as president of a tiny LDS branch there, until the spring of 1841. (During this time Abraham was ordained a teacher and then an elder by the Pratt brothers.) Abraham then sold his tanning and shoe business to one of his wife’s relatives and moved his family to Nauvoo, Mary Ann being about twelve or thirteen years of age. (3)

At the time of this move, the living children of the Washburn family were Mary Ann, Emma Jane, always called Amy (age 11); Daniel Abraham; and Sarah Elizabeth (age 2). Leaving New York state for Illinois, Mary Ann with her siblings left behind the only grandparent they might have known: Susannah Tompkins Washburn. Since Susannah apparently lived until 1861, long after Abraham and Tamer had established themselves in Utah, we might well wonder what correspondence, if any, was exchanged in later years between the aged Susanna and her Mormon daughter Tamer.

Certainly Susannah received word when her namesake, little Susannah, was born to Abraham and Tamer in 1843 in Nauvoo. Living with the body of the Saints in Nauvoo, Abraham was ordained a seventy by Hyrum Smith, the patriarch of the Church and brother of the Prophet. Abraham also attended the Nauvoo School of the Prophets and served as a member of the Nauvoo Legion. He established a tanning and shoemaking business, advertising in the Nauvoo Neighbor under the name “Abraham Washburn & Company.” His business was located on Warsaw Street (now Rich Street), just north of Parley Street, on the east side of the road. Here with the main body of Latter-day Saints, the young Mary Ann Washburn was able to observe the Church and familiarize herself with its doctrines during some of its formative years. The Prophet Joseph Smith was often a visitor in the Washburn home and was involved with Abraham in land transactions. Abraham assisted in public works and in the finishing of the Nauvoo temple. And on the famous occasion of Joseph Smith’s farewell address to the Nauvoo Legion, Abraham stood at the corner of the platform from which the Prophet delivered his stirring address. Two years later Mary Ann’s father and, no doubt, his wife and four children as well were in attendance on the occasion when the “mantle of the Prophet fell upon Brigham Young.” In his later years, Abraham took pleasure in rehearsing these events to his family and friends. It should be clear that Mary Ann had been inducted into Mormon ways early in life. Her parents had received missionaries when she was eight or nine. Two of the faith’s most charismatic missionaries had frequented her childhood home. In her early teens she had witnessed the comings and goings of the illustrious prophet-founder of Mormonism himself. Over the course of two years, she watched the Nauvoo Temple gradually rise from moonstones near its foundation to sunstones at the top of the pilasters.

Now at age fifteen, long before the completion of the temple’s final story and octagonal tower, she would hear rumor and then confirmation of the Prophet’s brutal murder and would witness all of Nauvoo beset with grief; at age seventeen or eighteen, she would receive her endowment in the completed temple during the flurry of temple activity just prior to the exodus. (Her parents were endowed that same day, 6 January 1846.) Like the Whitings, the Washburns did not escape the persecutions and harassment that befell the Saints during these difficult months of the winter of 1845- 46.

Mary Ann was a witness to both Nauvoo’s brightest and darkest days. On one occasion a mob leader started up the stairs of the Washburn home. Tamer “caught him by the coattail and pulled him down again. He later returned with the mob and took possession of their home and all of their belongings, turning the family into the street.” In the months before the Latter-day Saints left Nauvoo, Abraham Washburn found his funds nearly exhausted. “He needed money to fit himself out for the journey across the plains. Knowing that his brothers had ample to send, he decided to write them. He wrote a history of the mobbings and persecutions, the hardships and the trials [his family] had gone through … and added that he was tired of it. In a short time, money enough to fit him out well with team, wagon, and provisions for the journey came to him.”

Challenged by their reduced financial circumstances, Mary Ann’s parents learned to subsist as they would have to again during the early settling of Manti, Utah. “Tamer often laughingly related the following incident which happened some time before the Saints were compelled to leave … Nauvoo. She said Abraham was so devout and always asked the blessing on the food, no matter how scarce it happened to be. One morning, when their money was nearly gone, she fried hot cakes for the family breakfast. There was very little to go with them to make the morning meal. She was thoroughly disgusted with such conditions, but after morning prayer, Abraham sat at the table and thanked the Lord for the food and asked Him to bless it, just as he had done when they had plenty. She, at that moment, could see nothing to be thankful for, and when Abraham said amen, she said, ‘Oh damn the stuff.”

Tamer, every bit human, was no stranger to frustration. And who can’t sympathize with her ability to look back on even a few of the hardest times with a degree of bemusement? It seems improbable (though not impossible) that Mary Ann could have entered into plural marriage with Bishop Joseph Bates Noble of Nauvoo at the age of fifteen – on 8 September 1843 (as reported by J. Ordean Washburn). Yet Abraham and Tamer Washburn were well enough acquainted with Bishop Noble by 1845 to name one of their children after him, which indicates some close bond or attitude of respect.

We know that Mary Ann was sealed to Bishop Noble (who was eighteen years her senior) in the Nauvoo Temple, 6 Jan 1846. She is generally considered to have been his third wife in plurality. Abraham and Tamer Washburn were among the first to arrive in Winter Quarters, Nebraska, during the 1846 winter-to-spring Mormon exodus from Illinois. They were busy establishing their own household and helping establish the temporary colony there on the west bank of the Missouri River, across from Council Bluffs, when Abraham was called to serve as Bishop Noble’s first counselor. Five weeks before giving birth to her own first child, Mary Ann (with her mother Tamer) assisted at the birth of Clarinda Huetta Johnson. This baby’s young mother, Flora Clarinda Cleason Johnson, was feeling abandoned by her husband. She would never see him during the trek across the plains, would divorce him, and then later become Abraham’s wife in plural marriage, Tamer’s sister-wife. In some ways Flora’s situation mirrored Mary Ann Washburn’s: both were significantly younger than their husbands, both were experiencing childbirth for the first time, and both felt dissatisfaction in their marital arrangements. What conversations certainly transpired between them are a matter of speculation only. We rely on imagination alone in any attempt to appreciate or sympathize with their situation: they were young refugees from persecution, essentially single mothers, caught in complex and still somewhat secretive marital alliances, subsisting as best they could in disease-ridden hovels on the edge of the American frontier. Mary Ann’s first child, Mary Elizabeth Noble, was born 25 February 1847. Mary Ann was about twenty years old. Just a week later, Bishop Noble took his fourth wife in plural marriage, the widow Susah Hammond Ashby. (Noble’s second wife, Sarah Alley, had died on the first day of the year.) Unfortunately we have no evidence in contemporary documents to verify the exact date of Mary Ann’s marriage to Noble. This lack of reliable evidence is due to the secrecy veiling polygamous alliances during the first years of its practice among the Latter-day Saints. If a marriage ceremony preceded their sealing in the temple, this would of course have been performed under a cloak of secrecy, since the practice of plural marriage was not officially acknowledged by the Church until 1852/53. Admittedly, in Winter Quarters polygamy (plural marriage) had become an “open secret.” But even then, women living under “the principle” were not addressed by the surnames of their husbands. Mary Ann most likely remained “Sister Washburn” until after her arrival in the Salt Lake Valley.

Only a safe distance of a few thousand miles from Eastern critics would allow her to be called “Sister Noble” in public. Furthermore, in Winter Quarters, Mormon polygamists were not yet in the practice of arranging themselves with a husband and several wives living in a single household. One source tells us that the wives of Joseph Bates Noble were never found living in a single household, not even in Utah.

What living arrangements were made for her is unknown, but it is likely that she was housed with her parents. The Washburns remained for a year in the Great Salt Lake Valley. In December 1848, Abraham was listed among others who participated in a small, competitive expedition to exterminate predatory animals. On 11 Feb 1849, he was sealed by Brigham Young to a second wife in plurality, Flora Clarinda (Gleason) Johnson. (She had been divorced from B. F. Johnson, by whom she had a daughter. The ceremony took place at 3:10 p.m. at the home of Joseph Bates Noble. This seems to indicate that the Wash burns and Bishop Noble were still on good terms with one another. Flora had been the Church’s second Relief Society President, Emma Smith having been the first. In the summer of 1849, as the Whitings were on the plains bound for Utah, Mary Ann was preparing to give birth to her second child. Tamer Noble was born in late August but lived only until the middle of September.

The Abraham Washburn family arrived with the first group of settlers to Manti in 1849. If not before now, then the Washburns certainly made acquaintance with the Whitings at this time, as they would have worked side by side in the founding of Manti. Mary Ann appears on the 1850 census living in Manti with her parents and her little daughter Elizabeth, but when Mary Adeline Berman dies on 14 Feb 1851, the fourth Noble wife, Susan, assumed the role of mother to the bereft children. Susan, unfortunately, died only three months later (in May). Thus, from May 16, 1851, until June 12, 1853, Mary Ann Washburn was Bishop Noble’s only wife and probably had all of the Noble children under her care and guardianship. Bishop Noble married Millicent London, his fifth wife, on 12 June 1853; Julia Rozetta Thurston, his sixth, 15 January 1856; and Sylvia Loretta Mecham, his seventh, 4 January 1857. Presumably, these women became involved in the supervision of the motherless Noble children.

10 October, 1853, in Salt Lake City, Mary Ann gave birth to Joseph Bates Noble Junior. He later took the name of Joseph Washburn Noble and lived until age sixty-seven, raising a large family. He was the only one of Mary Ann’s five children by Bishop Noble who lived to maturity.

Hyrum Noble was born 11 June, 1855 in Salt Lake City. He lived only four days. Later that year, Mary Elixabeth, [sp?] then age eight, died on 10 December 1855. A son, Alfred, probably born in 1857, also died in infancy. Mary Ann’s heartache and melancholy can thus be attributed to a host of troubles, an unhappy marital arrangement, the loss of several children, and the inherent struggles of pioneer life.

Eventually, Mary Ann went to Manti, and was granted a divorce from Joseph Noble. On 14 April, 1857, Mary Ann was sealed to Edwin Whiting in the endowment house. Edwin was said to have treated her with great tenderness and care. Their first son, Daniel Abraham, was born in 1858. The year 1860 presents us with an important but only vaguely documented episode in Mary Ann’s life. Sometime during that year, a certain Californian named Horace Monroe Frink visited with friends in Manti. Mary Ann told her children and grandchildren about this man, but precisely what she said has not been preserved. What Mary Ann’s relationship with Monroe Frink was (or earlier had been), and why his name carried such an important weight in her mind, is a matter of speculation. We do, however, have at least one hint in this riddle. One of Mary Ann’s granddaughters, Mary Ruperta Whiting Smith, reported that Mary Ann, at one time in her many travels, had “left a sweetheart behind, a sorrow she never got over.” Mary Smith continues, “She seems to have been a very sensitive nature and took her sorrows deeply. She named her youngest son Monroe Frink [Whiting] after him.” Horace Monroe Frink’s namesake, Monroe Frink Whiting, was born two years after the Californian’s visit to Manti. For the thirty-two year old Mary Ann Washburn Whiting, this visit must have triggered memories of earlier events in her life. But precisely when the alleged early romance is supposed to have occurred is a confusing question. Mr. Frink, born in 1831, and Mary Ann, born in 1828, may have associated with each other in Nauvoo as children. Frink, the son of Jefferson Frink and Emily Lathrop, became acquainted with Brigham Young during the Saints’ last days in Nauvoo. “When the original band of pioneers left for Salt Lake Valley, [Monroe], then a lad of fifteen, was chosen as one of the drivers. He did not remain long in Salt Lake Valley but pushed west on horseback, arriving at Hangtown, California in the fall of 1847, and was at Sutters’ Mill when gold was discovered. Mr. Frink returned to Missouri on horseback and immediately outfitted a covered wagon for the return trip to Salt Lake City, bringing with him his maternal grandmother … a sister Sibyl… and two half-brothers. .. .In 1851 they joined the caravan to San Bernardino, California. During his stay in that state he served as guide and scout for General John C. Fremont, and also as scout and dispatch bearer for Commodore Stockton. In 1854 he located in San Bernardino Valley … Mr. Frink became one of the pioneer orange growers of the valley. He died July 28, 1874.” Plausibly, Mary Ann and Monroe were “sweethearts” sometime before the pioneer vanguard company left Winter Quarters in 1847. Yet Frink was only fifteen at this early date. If Mary Ruperta Smith’s report is accurate in the matter of who left who behind, then this romance would have occurred after Frink’s return from California. Yet by this time, Mary Ann was already married and a mother. The particulars of this chapter may never be sorted out. This much we do know, that Monroe Frink’s name is memorialized in more than one place in Utah: on monuments to the vanguard company of 1847, and on every document inscribed with the name “Monroe Frink Whiting.”

In 1870, the Federal Territorial Census of Utah reported that Mary Ann (age 42) was living in a Springville household with her three sons: Joseph B Noble (16), Daniel (12), and Monroe (7). This indicates that Joseph Noble Jr. fell in with the family. In matters of work and play, he was a “Whiting” boy. Edwin appears in the census in a household with his first wife, Elizabeth. But his various families must have been living in close proximity to each other, since the respective households of his four wives are numbered sequentially by the numbers 139, 140, 141, and 142.

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Sketch of Mary Ann’s Log Cabin was located at about 400 South and approximately 225 East in Springville, Utah, drawn by Wayne Johnson, Grandson of Edwin Whiting.

Monroe, who never had a pair of shoes until he was ten, reported later in life that his mother had few luxuries. Mary Ann’s Springville home was a small log cabin located approximately where the art museum now stands.

Having lost so many children, we can only imagine Mary Ann’s concern for the ones who survived. It has been suggested that she was prone to worry a great deal. One grandson, Harold Christopher Whiting wrote, “She was deeply grieved when trouble came as the time when her youngest son, Monroe, left home and went to Arizona to work. It was impossible [for him] to send her word [about his safety]’ She would not be consoled. Before returning home to her, Monroe sent her sixty dollars saved from his wages. When he came back to her safely, she was overjoyed. He soon bought thirty calves and “fattened them for market.” After Daniel Abraham’s marriage in 1880, Mary Ann had to rely more on Monroe for her support.

Harold wrote: “Mary Ann was a fine seamstress and did fine hand sewing. She sewed for many people outside her own family. She was noted for her crochet work and handwork on temple clothing. She was a fine housekeeper and a loving mother, a good friend and neighbor. Mary Ann apparently was never in good health while she lived in Springville. Abby Ann Whiting Bird said of her, “She could not stand rough work that we had to do.” She must have known that she would not live to be an aged woman, and before her death, she made her own temple (burial) clothing. “She said she would make them and have them on hand, and she wished to do them herself so they would be made to suit her. She was very religious about her sewing,” wrote Harold.

Mary Ann died at an early age, 54, following a stroke, on October 10, 1882 (in Springville).

1 In one version, Pratt said, ‘Be not alarmed. I promise you in the name of the Lord that your wife will soon be a member of this church.’

2 Parley Pratt Washburn and Orson Pratt Washburn were the sons of Abraham’s second wife in plural marriage, Flora Clarinda Gleason.

3 Larsen DUP sketch.

4 Boyack, p. 59.

5 Ibid.

6 Kate Carter, “The Mormons in San Bernardino,” Our Pioneer Heritage, 4:445-46.

Hannah H. Brown Arrives in Utah

Hannah H. Brown Arrives in Utah

“Emigrants for Utah, Company which left Florence, Iowa, June 5th. Elder Philemon C. Merrill, Captain”

Emigrants of interest are Elisha Edwards (Edwin’s Missionary Companion), Hannah H. Brown, Edwin Whiting.

Source 6 Aug 1856, pg 8 Deseret News Online

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A Second reference to this company is noted in the Mormon Overland Trail Records

Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868

 

Philemon C. Merrill Company, Captain (1856)

 

Departure: 5-6 June 1856
Arrival: 13-18 August 1856

Company Information:
200 individuals and 50 wagons were in the company when it began its journey from the outfitting post at Florence, Nebraska (now Omaha).

   

Brown, Hannah H. ( Age Unknown)

Edwards, Elisha (49)

Whiting, Edwin (46

Hannah Haines Bristol Brown Whiting

Hannah Brown Child

 

Hannah Brown Child

 Hannah Haines Brown – Child

Note: The following is a brief excerpt about Hannah’s life that has been extracted from an extensive document detailing the History of the Brown family, specifically Hannah’s father, Abia.

On the fifth of July 1849, the Nauvoo widow Abby Cadwallader Brown would take pen in hand to consent to the marriage of her fourteen-year­ old daughter, Hannah. A thirty-six-year-old brick­maker from New York State, by the name of Horace Bristol, had secured permission to make the young Quaker girl his wife. (1)

Perhaps the untimely death of Hannah’s father contributed to the decision that she should marry a man more than twice her age. Dr. Abia William Brown had died of typhoid fever in August of ’48. The Brown family had been poor though not utterly destitute; Abia’s unexpected demise now plunged his dependent survivors into dire straits. Considering the family’s situation, we might sur­mise that Hannah’s mother was ready or even eager to welcome sons-in-law who could assume part of her financial burden. Of course, early mar­riages were not uncommon in this era. Abby’s first son-in-law, William Derby Johnson, had married sixteen-year-old Jane Brown only three months after Abia’s death. Now it was Hannah’s turn.

Abby met the requirements of the law with the words “This is to certify that I give my Concent for hannah Brown My daghter to mare Horace Bristol for his wife.” (2) If Abby’s spelling was a bit wanting, she was still more accurate than the county officials who accidentally transcribed the bride’s name as “Sarah” on the accompanying marriage certificate. Two days later, on July 7, a William Haney performed the marriage ceremo­ny; the event was officially entered in the county register on August 6, again with the mistaken name “Sarah”. (3) Fourteen days later, Hannah marked her fifteenth birthday.

The family of Dr. Abia William Brown had lived in Nauvoo only about eighteen months, having arrived sometime just before the winter of 1847–48. (4) At the time of Hannah’s marriage to Horace Bristol, none of the Browns had yet become a Latter-day Saint, though they were favorably impressed by the empty cocoon called Nauvoo, now vacated and its former occupant flown westward. As the Saints made their abrupt departure into Iowa, abandoned properties were put up for sale at wonderfully deflated prices. Dr. Abia Brown was one of the Nauvoo newcomers who found an enviable deal in real estate because of the Mormons’ expulsion.

A grandson later wrote:

“Arriving in Nauvoo, he met President Brigham Young, who as soon as he saw grandfa­ther’s horse wanted to buy it and made a good bargain in different kinds of household goods. . . . Among the things he bought from Brigham Young was a stove. This was the first cook stove my grandmother ever had.” (5)

A number of descendants have related how Abia was very sympathetic toward the persecuted people called Mormons whom he encountered in the Nauvoo area:

“He learned to respect and love the Saints who were living there and refused several times when men would try to get him to help make the Saints hurry up and leave. . . . He would always say they were a good quiet people and good citizens and why get rid of them. . . . One man said to him, “I believe you are one of those damn Mormons too.’” (6)

Abia was able to purchase land from the Mormon agent, and he and his family spent the winter in a cabin while they waited for the family who owned the farm, house, and orchard to move out.

In a letter to an acquaintance, he wrote: “From the old cabin where we have spent the win­ter, and for the most part a pleasant one… I write this… The city and country are filling up very fast since the Mormons left, although there sill remains a large amount of property in the hands of the agent. It is astonishing what a vast improvement they have made in a few years amid all the hostility that was shown them. To me it appears singular that a people having so much industry and attending to their own business, could find time to commit all the devilment laid to their charge. (7)

Just as important as finding cheap property, Abia had found what he considered to be a beauti­ful city, a promising location for permanent settle­ment after many years of nomadic wandering. Practicing medicine had kept him on the move seeking clients. In spite of this world’s disease and suffering, physicians of the early nineteenth-cen­tury American frontier were hard-pressed to make a decent living. He later wrote to his mother detailing the family’s efforts to survive, and included this charming excerpt about Hannah:

“… Hannah is going to be the flower of our flock in every way. She excells her sisters in industry, being faster, and if she keeps on, will soon excell in personal apperence…(8)

Unfortunately, Abia was never to know whether his own words were prophetic or not. Soon after, he fell victim to typhoid. At the time of Abia’s death (five months after the composition of the 1848 letter), his surviving children had reached the following ages: Ann Kempton, 17; Jane Cadwallader, 16; Hannah Haines, 14; Mary Trotter, 10; Abia William Jr. (Will), 8. One month after the loss of her father, ten-year-old Mary would also die, most likely from the same epidemic.

The Browns’ high hopes for a bright future in Nauvoo had been dashed. That they were already struggling financially is obvious from letters which included Abia’s pleas for continued charity from his merchant relatives in Philadelphia. “The family was forced to give up the idea of buying the farm.” (9)

By the end of 1848, Hannah’s sister Jane, described as a “quaint sweet little Quaker girl, very small, black hair and eyes,” had married a Mormon and left home. All of this brings us back to where we started: The context for Hannah’s marriage contract was less than ideal; the alliance to Horace Bristol may have been (at least partially) a result of family financial pressures. When the 1850 federal census of Hancock County, Illinois, was taken, Hannah, her mother Abby, her older sister Ann, and her little brother Will were all tal­lied as members of Horace Bristol’s household. Essentially, they were deemed his dependents.

In 1851, at the age of sixteen, Hannah gave birth to a son who would live but one week. (10) Four months after her baby Mifflin’s death, young Hannah left her husband, by which time her mother and siblings were surely also out from under Bristol’s roof.

We can only imagine the tragedy of Hannah’s position: she was herself but a child, yet she had already witnessed the burials of a father, a ten-year old sister, and her own child. Now she was a single woman, having fled from her marriage in an era when doing so almost inevitably brought great shame and a sullied reputation. In these difficult days, Hannah would have benefited tremendous­ly from the faith of her father, Abia, who had asserted in an earlier letter that “Providence often opens a way when there apperes to be no way,” and that he would “trust to Providence who has never yet forsaken us.”

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Above: Mapleton, Utah Home of Hannah H. Brown and Edwin Whiting 

Hannah next appears to have surfaced in Kanesville (later to be known as Council Bluffs), Iowa, where her older sister Jane had been living since shortly after 1848 with her husband, William Derby Johnson. (Their daughter Julia Ann was the wife of Almon Babbitt, after whom Almira Mecham Palmer in 1841 had named a son–later to become one of Edwin Whiting’s step­sons).

Living near (or possibly with) her sister in Kanesville, Hannah would learn more about Mormonism, since Jane, as the first of her family to do so, had in 1850 exchanged the Quakerism of her parents for the Mormonism of her hus­band. This would have a great impact on the course of the entire Brown family’s future. Abby Cadwallader Brown became a Mormon in 1853. Hannah seems not to have rushed into the waters of baptism, but waited until 1854. Abia Jr. (Will) was baptized much later, after moving to Utah.

The family eventually migrated to Utah in a piecemeal fashion, Hannah quite independently.

We know very little concerning Hannah’s activ­ities while living at the Missouri River between 1851 and 1856. If she associated closely with her sister Jane Johnson, Hannah may have followed the Johnsons in 1852 when the family moved for a short season to Traders Point, six miles from Kanesville.

Meanwhile, in Illinois, Horace Bristol decided to pursue a divorce. The reasons for Hannah’s sep­aration from Horace are unknown, but the grounds on which he sought a divorce are docu­mented. Their case came before the Adams County circuit court in early 1855. Only a few court documents pertaining to their case have been preserved. (11) They provide the briefest glimpse of the matter–almost nothing that can be considered conclusive or that might reveal motives. While filing his petition, Horace as com­plainant attested that he had resided in Quincy, Adams County, Illinois, for ten years. Furthermore he claimed “that on or about the first day of May a.d. 1848 he was lawfully married to Hannah H. Bristol at Nauvoo Hancock County Illinois that without any cause or provocation on the part of [himself] the said Hannah left [him] without his consent, and departed from said State of Illinois to Council Bluff City … on or about the first day of August a.d. 1851.

Horace continues his complaint with the charge that Hannah had remained in Council Bluffs ever since her departure from Illinois and could be found residing there “in an open state of adultery.” Because Hannah never appeared in court to respond to the charge against her, the court ruled in favor of Horace Bristol and granted the divorce he sought. It seems Hannah never received her summons to appear in court. The Adams County sheriff certified that he could not locate her and therefore could not serve a sum­mons. Notification of the summons was published for six weeks in the Quincy Herald (from January 8 until February 12, 1855).

As for the credibility of Horace’s charge against Hannah, one might note that his memory was deficient enough for him to miscalculate the date of his wedding anniversary by a considerable length of time: in his petition, he got not only the day and month wrong, but the year as well.

After the divorce, Horace disappears completely from Hannah’s history. Family records give Hannah’s baptismal date as August 15, 1854. Elder Benjamin Clapp baptized her and Elder Lyman A. Littlefield confirmed her. (12) Since this significant event occurred a considerable time before the divorce, and since Mormon converts were all expected to gather in the West at first con­venience, it seems that the legal aspects of her sep­aration were of little concern to her. Essentially, she would be leaving the practical jurisdiction of the United States to start life anew.

Hannah earned her living and her “fare” for crossing the plains by cooking and washing for two motherless children, the boys of a certain Francis Brown. She “drove an ox team” herself as a member of the 1856 Philemon C. Merrill Company. Edwin Whiting, returning from his mission to Ohio, had also attached himself to this pioneer company and thereby met Hannah. We know nothing about their meeting–only, as one descendant tersely remarked, that Edwin eventual­ly “decided she would make him another good wife. ” (15)

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Above: Hannah Haines Brown Whiting

As noted earlier, Edwin and Hannah were mar­ried by Brigham Young in his Salt Lake City office on October 8, 1856. The events of Hannah’s life as Edwin Whiting’s fourth wife in plural marriage have been recounted in earlier chapters, so we now turn to the twilight of her life. During the six years of her widowhood (1890–96), Hannah lived in Mapleton near her two living children, Abby Ann and Lorenzo. By her later years she had grown quite heavy. Her general health could not have been good, but the sickness that led to her death came on quite abruptly: she died of blood poisoning. As one account noted:

“She died on the 31st of Dec. [and] was buryed on New Years Day. Her death is suposed to be caused by blood poison, originating in a felon on her finger. Her deat[h] was very unexpe[cte}d being confined to her bead but a few days. She had always prayed that she might not live to be helpless and become a burden on anyone, and God truely answered her prayers.” (14)

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Cemetery Headstone for Hannah H. Brown Whiting – Evergreen Cemetery, Springville, Utah

In 1896, at year’s end, Oliver Huntington made the following entry in his diary: “December 30, 1896, about one o’clock at night the Bishop of Mapleton came for my wife to go up there to old Sister Hannah Whiting’s as she was probably dying and her only daughter wanted Aunt Hannah Huntington to be there and do the last services for our old neighbor and friend. She died about 30 minutes after my wife got there.”

Huntington again mentions Hannah Whiting on New Year’s Day: “January 1st, 1897, Hannah [his own wife] and I clothing in a Temple suit.” (15) Whiting descendants today would eagerly read Huntington’s ‘biographical sketch’ prepared for the funeral-if only his notes still existed.

Edwin and Hannah H. Brown Mapleton, Utah Home

Nine years after Hannah’s death, her Mapleton home, built by son-in-law Charles Bird, was pur­chased by Horace Perry. In 1914, he added a kitchen, bedroom and porch to the structure. A large Lindon tree, still standing on the property (1995), was undoubtedly planted by Edwin, who also planted four pine trees on the site. Horace Perry’s daughter, Leah Perry Wilson, recalled that Edwin and Hannah left” an apricot and pear and an Emmy Wansett’ apple tree.” Emmy Wansett was an Indian squaw familiar to the Mapleton locals. Warren Perry remarked that one particular apple tree on the property, perhaps the so-called “Emmy Wansett’ tree.” Emmy Wansett was an Indian squaw familiar to the Mapleton locals. Warren Perry remarked that the so-called “Emmy Wansett” tree had four different kinds of apples growing on it-a trick achieved by grafting.

Edwin and Hannah and their Children

“Hardships and trials of early pioneering soft­ened her life, giving her a lovely disposition.” Wrote granddaughter and namesake, Hannah Bird Mendenhall. “She was ever charitable, tolerant, thoughtful of others, sacrificing and joygiving… . She made this statement that all the other wives of Grandfather were to her as sisters and she loved and respected them in their homes as such.” (16)

Hannah Mendenhall’s sister Jennie Hill recalled, “Hannah Whiting was a hard working woman, neat and clean and thrifty. I have often said she was the best cook I ever knew for having so little to cook with. She made good pies. My sis­ter Emogene and I found one on her pantry shelf. We did not ask but ate a good-sized piece. She soon missed her pie and mother was informed. Oh boy! Grandma did not mind us eating the pie but to do so without asking was unforgivable. So we were told to go back to her house and ask her forgiveness. And-bless her heart -when she saw how we cried, she took us in her arms and cried too. It was a good lesson in honesty. ” (17) Such are the tributes and anecdotes we share after a relative is gone; seldom if ever can these scanty words do complete justice to a long life well lived.

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Sketch of Hannah’s Hobble Creek Canyon Home by Grandson Wayne Johnson

Notes

  1. Horace’s profession is given in the 1850 feder­al census of Hancock County, Illinois.

  2. Hancock County, Illinois, marriage certifi­cates 1844-1850, license no. 1445, fhl, film 1,532,146.

  3. Hancock County, Illinois, register of mar­riages 1829-1857, fhl, film 954,177.

  4. Macy B. Robinson, “Sketch.” Robinson indi­cates that Abia moved his family to Nauvoo at this same time (about 1845), but Abia’s 1848 letter shows their final move to have come considerably later.

  5. Macy B. Robinson, “Sketch.

  6. Abia William Brown Sr. to Samuel E. Stokes, March 1848 (typescript), hdc, ms 747.

  7. Abia William Brown Sr. to Ann Kempton Brown Haines, December 28, 1843 (photo­copy) hdc, ms 747.

  8. Dezzie D. Brown Lamb, “Biography.”

  9. Our knowledge of this child comes not from local records of the Midwestern states of Ohio, Illinois, or Iowa, but from the St. George Temple Records. These temple records may be the only extant documenta­tion that there ever was a Mifflin Bristol. In 1879, Hannah and Edwin performed a vicari­ous sealing ordinance for little Mifflin, adopt­ing him into the Whiting family. Hannah on that occasion informed the temple recorder that her child Mifflin was born April 3, 1851, in Clark County, Iowa, dying just days later, on April 10, in Goshen, Columbiana, Ohio. A comparison of these dates with the dates of Hannah’s marriage to and divorce from Horace Bristol reveals that Mifflin was not an illegitimate child, as some Whitings in recent years have erroneously conjectured.

  1. Abia’s 1843 letter to his mother, Ann Haines.

  2. Circuit Court of Adams County, Illinois, divorce cases 1825-1922, Box C-26 Case 641, fhl, film 1,845,492.

  3. Jennie Bird Hill, “Hannah.”

  4. Jennie Bird Hill, “Hannah.”

  5. Joy Wells Dunyon, first missionary diary, hdc, ms 9425, pp. 135-36.

  6. Oliver Huntington, journal.

  7. Hannah Bird Mendenhall, tribute.

  8. Jennie Bird Hill, “Hannah.”

Note: This biography comes from the Book, Edwin Whiting and His Family, Written 1999, by Marie J. Whiting and Marcus L. Smith. Other photos supplement this account.

Autoiography of Mary Elizabeth Cox Whiting

Mary Elizabeth Cox

  

Mary Elizabeth Cox .

Mary Elizabeth Cox, daughter of Jonathan Upham Cox and Lucinda Blood Cox was born on the 15th of December, 1826 in Oswego, Tioga County, New York

My father was a miller, but the last two years of his life he was almost an invalid. There was a family of twelve children. Father died when I was a little girl three years old and my brother Jonathan, was born six months after father’s death, which occurred in April, 1830. William, my oldest brother was twenty years of age and on his young shoulders devolved nearly the whole care of the family, but as he had the care of the mill so much, it was comparatively easy for him with the help of his brothers next younger than he, Charles, eighteen, and Walter, sixteen, both of whom looked to William for counsel at all times. We were all taught obedience and I never heard jars among the boys, such as one might naturally expect among a large number. Mother was never well after father died, though she lived eight years.

When I was 6 years old, William thought best to move to the northern part of Ohio so that he could get land to farm and have employment for the younger boys, and he accordingly went to Nelson, Portage Co., Ohio, and secured eighty acres of woodland covered with heavy timber of all kinds and with a thick growth of underbrush. He then came back and took mother and five small children and came on the canal to Buffalo, then across Lake Erie to Plainsville. A team met us there and we soon passed thirty miles arriving at our new home – but with a change! A log house in the center of a little clearing, most of the brush and timber being cut down and burned. Fences made of split rails laid one upon the other enclosed the place. It was many days before it seemed like home, but we children soon found delights in the new home that compensated for all we had left behind. Mother never gained in health, but grew worse until she died. Then we were left to shift for ourselves. The three oldest boys were married and homes found for Jonathan and me. The rest were at work where they had a chance and the family home was sold. After mother’s expenses were taken out, the proceeds were divided among the family without a jar that I ever heard of. Walter was married to Emeline Whiting (sister of Edwin Whiting) about two years before mother died, and as the boys began to leave home about that time, we were seldom together. William married Sarah Ann Beebe before Walter was married, I went to live with a Mr. Barber in Nelson, Ohio and Jonathan with a Mr. Rate in Mindham.

Mother died December, 1838, and was buried in Nelson. Walter Cox and Edwin Whiting, with their families and Amos Cox, then 16 years old, had gone to Missouri, at that time the gathering place of the Latter Day Saints (Mormons). None of us had ever heard the Gospel only as we heard of ‘old Joe Smith and his gold Bible’. Everyone thought Mormonism would soon be a thing of the past and forgotten and we were surprised to learn that Walter and Emeline, also Edwin and Elizabeth had joined the Mormon Church in Missouri, and they were soon after driven with the rest of the Saints from the state and settled in Lima, Illinois. They remained there until 1845 when the Saints were driven out. I lived with Mr. Barber two years, then went and stayed with my brother, Charles, in Garretsville, Ohio. Soon after a Mr. Davis in Akron, Ohio was looking for a girl to help take care of his two little girls, so I went home with him and stayed two years. I was never mistreated by anyone, but was often lonely, being away from all near relatives and especially sister Harriet, whom I almost worshipped. It was also a great trial being separated from my little brother, Jonathan.

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I always loved books and as I learned very easily was encouraged in my efforts to get an education. As a consequence, at 14 years of ago I was far ahead of most children at that age. An occasional chance to attend a select school and one term at an academy were all the chances I ever had except the common schools. In the summer of 1841 I presented myself as a candidate for a teacher, and was given a certificate for teaching all the common branches of the English language and taught four summers in Ohio.

In 1844 I came West with my brother, WaIter, my sister and her husband Charles Jackson, to Illinois. In August, soon after the martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum Smith, the mobbing commenced and all the Saints were compelled to go to Nauvoo, Illinois after having their homes burned and much other property destroyed. I had taught three terms in Lima, Illinois, and then went west with my brothers and their families to Nauvoo, but I had been baptized in April 1845 by father Morley in the Mississippi River in Nauvoo, being there to attend the April conference.

That winter was a busy one for the people as they had previously agreed to leave the state within a year, so as we were all unprepared, it meant business for us. In the meantime our beautiful temple was nearing completion and many were looking to receive great blessings there. It was there I entered into the celestial order of marriage with Edwin Whiting and his wives Elizabeth and Almira, Jan 27, 1846, and have never regretted it, knowing as I do that the Lord has blessed us together. We moved from Nauvoo in April of the same year and came west as far as Mt. Pisgah, Iowa, very many of the Saints having gone through the state and built up what was known as Winter Quarters where the town of Florence now stands. We were not well enough prepared for the journey so we stopped and went to plowing and planting. The Whitings and Coxes put up a chair factory and made chairs which they hauled back to Quincy, where they found ready market for them. We stayed at Pisgah two years, during which time many died with chills and fever. Among them were Father and Mother Whiting, also one of Elizabeth’s little girls, Emily four years old, and two of my brother Walter’s little girls. The rest of us were all sick for months. Some of the time there were not well ones enough to give the sick a drink. Those were times of trial, yet, we felt we were remembered by our Heavenly Father and had many seasons of rejoicing. I taught two terms of school in Pisgah and Albert, my oldest son was born there December 9, 1849.

In April 1949, we started on the great move of all moves toward the great Salt Lake of the then unexplored regions of Mexico. We were about three months reaching the Elkhorn and were organized in Brother George A. Smith’s fifty, Brother Benson being over the one hundred and he had gone ahead for it was not thought best for more than fifty to travel together on account of firewood and other conveniences, and fifty were considered safe from Indians. Of that long and tedious journey, volumes might be written. In our camp we had one stampede of cattle. It was after about three weeks of travel and was most terrifying, happening about one o’clock in the morning and father was on guard, but no one was hurt so we were all comforted although eight or ten head of our cattle were lost. We saw many herds of cattle, but our worst and most trying experience was on the Sweetwater. After reaching the Black Hills we were snowed in for about three days and many of the best cattle in the company died. Father counted nine head in one little bunch of willows. There were only enough teams left to move the wagons to a new camp about a mile or two ahead, but in a day or two we met the teams sent out from Salt Lake to meet us.

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We arrived in the city October 28, 1849 and it was one of the prettiest places I ever saw. The young shade trees on the sidewalk were yet green and many young orchards all quite green made a picture of loveliness to us weary travelers never to be forgotten. But we were soon to leave as we were chosen by Father Morley to go and help form a settlement in Sanpete County, which had been located at Manti and it was thought best to go so as to be ready to start work in the spring. It took us three weeks to reach Manti and it was the first of December and there were so many discouragements. My husband and brother Orville Cox, went to Salt Lake on snowshoes to report starving conditions of the Saints. About half of our little company returned to the city and the long snowy dreary winter was endured by those who remained with the help of the Lord. We had many seasons of enjoyment in various ways and our prayer meetings were held every week. Sunday evenings and Thursdays were well attended. Father put up a foot lathe and he and William, now 15 years old, hauled timber from the canyon on a handsled and he made one hundred chairs with rush bottoms, and in April took them to the city and sold them for grain and other things for the family’s use. The long cold winter had consumed all our supplies and most of our cattle had died of cold and exposure. Those that lived were saved by digging off the snow near the warm spring south of Manti so they could get the grass. It was hard work, but faith and perseverance saved some. We had two old oxen and a three year old heifer. Our firewood that winter was drawn on a handsled and our bread was mostly of grain ground in a coffee mill. The Indians were with us all the time and our scanty food supply was shared with them always. The first trial to raise our crops by irrigation was watched with the greatest anxiety, something entirely new to some of us and very little known of by any, but the Lord helped us and we raised enough for our sustenance though the alkali killed some as soon as the water was turned on. The Indians were always to be watched and would steal whenever they could get a chance or kill on very little provocation, but we were on their land and did our best to keep peace with them. I taught school in Manti every year more or less, so long as we stayed there which was 12 years. We had the grasshopper war in 1856. Everything green was eaten by them in Sanpete Valley. My brother, Walter, had moved to the valley in 1853 and was so blessed as to have plenty of wheat in store and helped greatly to feed those not so favored. In 1854, father and brother Elisha Edwards were called on a mission to Ohio and were gone two years. While they were gone, the grasshoppers again took our crops and again we were short of bread, but no one starved. When father came back from his mission, he brought a variety of choice fruit trees with him, some from his father’s old orchard which he himself had grafted when a boy, and he also had a few plants which he brought on the side of the wagons when we crossed the plains in 1849. The first few years at Manti were so frosty the trees froze down to the ground every winter. He succeeded in raising only two peaches and one bushel of apples in all the twelve years we lived there, so brother Brigham told him to move some of his trees to another valley and try them, so in 1861 he bought a lot of Stephen Perry in Springville and moved most of his trees over there, then moved his family later. His nursery business was a success and he was the first to bring those large gooseberries from Ohio which were raised so successfully in Utah for so many years.

We prospered in Springville until 1876 when two of my boys, Albert and Charles were called to go and help colonize Arizona. Accordingly they fitted themselves out with wagons and teams and started in February, and settled on the Little Colorado near Sunset Crossing. Albert returned to Springville the same summer, but Charles stayed until 1878 when he came and spent the summer, returning in the fall to Arizona. In the meantime, May’s (her daughter) health was so poor and it was thought that a journey might do her good, so with the encouragement of her father we fitted out and went with Charles. May was benefitted by the move, but never entirely recovered her health and when in the spring of 1883 she wanted to return to Springville, we again commenced the homeward journey. But alas, the sands of life were too nearly exhausted and when we reached the Houserock Springs we stopped with brother Jedediah Adair who lived there at the time. They were so kind, and though she lived only two or three days, it was a great comfort to be with friends. That was the one great trial of my life, but must acknowledge the hand of the Lord who doeth all things well. She was buried there at Houserock. The loved earthly form is still resting there in the lonely grave. We reached Springville in June, weary and sorrowing, but comforted greatly by the sympathy of loving friends. Albert and Oscar came to meet us with supplies and dainties for May. We stopped at Mapleton and made our home there and Fred and John built quite a nice log house there on some land they bought from Oscar.

NOTE by Harriet Whiting Jensen (daughter of Albert)) This is the sketch as I received it, but I would like to add just a little. I see the picture of a tiny, white-haired grandmother sitting by the fireside, always ready with a beautiful song or story, sympathy or counsel, to advise or cheer whomever came, either young or old. Ever a peacemaker, finding only good where others were telling bad qualities. She was never too tired to stay up till the crowd left, her laugh ringing out clear as a silver bell over our foolish nonsense. She always kept young people around her and took Clara Curtis (granddaughter) when she was five years old to live with her. Clara was one of her daughter’s younger girls, and they were never long separated. Her home was Clara’s until Clara married Joseph Burke, then grandmother went to live with them and spent the remainder of her life there. She lived for about 20 years in Mapleton and Hobble Creek Canyon, but in August 1901 four of her boys decided to go to Arizona. I think it was the thought of seeing again the “lonely grave” of her daughter May at Houserock Springs, that induced her to once more make the long trip in a wagon, as there is no railroad on that route, and the remainder of her life was spent in sunny Arizona. She was the mother of nine children and today there is a host of children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and great great grandchildren to revere her memory. She began teaching school at fifteen years of age, since which time she taught forty-two years. Her hair was snow-white while she was still teaching. Few people were ever blessed with more friends who loved her for her amiable disposition, her sterling integrity and devotion to her family. She was an energetic church worker for many years until her health failed. She was the first secretary of the Mapleton Relief Society and her handwriting in those record books is as clear and plain as print. She was the first school teacher of Mapleton and taught in the kitchen of her home just north of her son, Albert’s place. Her mind was bright until her death.

MARY ELIZABETH COX WHITING
Letter written by Granddaughter Clara Curtis Burke, March 13, 1955 at Mesa, Arizona. Clara was raised by Mary Elizabeth Whiting.

I will be happy to give you any information I have concerning grandpa and grandma. (Edwin and Mary E. Cox Whiting) I lived with grandma 19 years, so I should be able to give you a few truths concerning her. Her hair was white so far back as I knew her, but those who knew her in her youth say her hair was slightly auburn. The Cox and Blood families were tall and large in stature and light complected. She was medium height, not heavy set. I should say a good guess at her weight might be 130 pounds. Her eyes were blue, skin clear and pretty and her movements brisk. She was very even tempered, extremely loving, kind and considerate. Generous and tactful, never given to faultfinding or criticism, very humble and sincere. Was of a literary turn. Taught school when only 14 years of age. She was adept with her needle. My oldest daughter has a dress grandma made for her to be blessed in, with a lovely drawn work in it. All her (Esther’s) youngsters were blessed in it, as were all of mine. I have a bed spread she knit of string yarn. She made a cape of turkey feathers (strippings) and sold it for $50 at the Chicago fair. She was honesty itself and very orderly in her work, clean and neat about all her work, not too robust, but very industrious and good looking. She loved music and had a sweet, clear true voice. Your mother and I used to have books with some of grandma’s songs in them, such as “Phoebe” and “James Bird” 20 verse songs. She wrote verse, of which I have a few samples. There is nothing good she lacked, so far as I am concerned. 100% dependable. Her spine was curved in later years, so she walked stooped. Always with a cane. She kept records always and did a lot of work in the Manti Temple. My first impressions of genealogy and temple work were given me by grandma. I was never so intimately acquainted with grandpa. I loved him very much and can just see how he used to walk and stand with his hands behind him and always when he came to see us he would reach down in his pockets and bring out some animal crackers or candy. I remember him as rather tall and dignified, dark eyes, dark hair and quick of movement. He was short spoken and blunt, and I heard Uncle Fred say he was somewhat afraid of his father until a grown man. I think he must have been hasty tempered but very kind hearted, honest and dependable and very likeable, humble and sincere. I guess your mother has told you all the funny stories concerning grandpa and the family, if she hasn’t I’ll write them for you. For instance, he always awoke early. One morning he called your grandpa, and said, “Albert, go get a rake and go up the loft where the boys are sleeping and rake out enough boys to help you in the field all day.” One other incident my mother told me, when she was a little girl – she was out in the yard playing and here came grandpa with an empty swillpail. (He had fed the pigs). Something had angered him and be bumped her with the bucket for no reason she knew of. There are many others of which I remember some and suppose you have them too, but if you don’t I will be glad to write them for you. As to grand- father’s type of work, he loved best, it was horticulture and he was highly successful especially after he moved to Springville. I remember his Apiary too. His financial ability was good. You have his history so you will know of the different civic and church positions he held, and of his mission to Ohio in 1854. I have the original copy of the blessing given him at that time. I sent a copy of it to Verl. I think grandfather was always neat clean and quiet. I remember when I was six years old he made some little brooms and gave to each of us cousins who were six. They were the nicest cutest things, but when we came to Arizona I lost mine. I wonder if by any chance one might still be around. I am so proud of our worthy ancestors and I never tire of hearing about them, but of course I knew more about grandma than any of them. She was my ideal of real womanhood. I’ve never seen a person I thought was nearer perfection here than she.

TEN REASONS WHY I AM A MORMON
By Mary Elizabeth Cox Whiting Sent to Frances Cox, October 1907 from St. Johns, Arizona

Because no child of Joseph Smith’s age could, or would have thought of such a thing.

Because the Lord revealed to an innocent boy his plans.

The fufilling of the prophecy is in regard to his own name being had for good and evil by the whole world.

Also the promised persecution which all should receive who believed in his name and testimony

Because of the testimony of those witnesses to the Book of Mormon and though they apostatized, they never denied their testimony.

Because of the fulfillment of the prophecy in regards to the war between the North and the South given before it came to pass.

Because of the many testimonies given me at different times by our dear Father and which I never could doubt.

Because of the settling of these mountain vales.

Because Joseph Smith died a martyr’s death.

Because “Mormonism” is consistent. It gives every soul eternal life through obedience.

        MARY ELIZABETH COX
     By John Clarence Whiting, son

Some great man has said that every man is justified in saying, “I have the best wife and the best mother in the world.” I heartily agree with him. When memory takes me back to my childhood days, I wonder what I could have accomplished without my mother, with her loving care, wise counsel and advice. She had three titles: Mother to a favored few – Grandma to a large number – and Aunt Mary to a host of loving friends. She spoke no evil. She was patient and uncomplaining in sorrow and adversity. She loved young people and children, joining in their games and amusements until the day of her death. She was never idle; could knit, read and rock the cradle at the same time. Mother loved to play the quiet home games of her day. About the only time I ever heard her swear was when I was able in a game of checkers to maneuver around and take three or four of her men. Then she would exclaim, “0 the devil.” Perhaps meaning me. Mother was a devout Latter-day Saint and came as near living a perfect life as mortals ever attain.

Source: Copied from the book, Edwin Whiting and His Family by Marie J. Whiting and Marcus L. Smith, 1999, pg 110-114. Spelling and punctuation are original, except that I have broken long paragraphs into shorter. James W. Whiting

Mary E.Cox/Edwin Whiting Hobble Creek Canyon Home

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Mary Cox Edwin Whiting Home – Left Hand Fork of Hobble Creek Canyon

In the left Hand Fork of Hobble Creek Canyon, just a little beyond the Edwin Whiting Monument, at the end of the paved road and surrounding area was the homestead of Edwin Whiting. This home was located about where the a blue home now sits. (March 2011) A Map of this area with the property owners can be found in the Historic Sites/Hobble Creek Canyon in this Website. Mary Elizabeth Cox Whiting is the aged woman seated in the right of the photo. Other Whiting family members unidentified.

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An earlier home of Mary Cox Whiting in Hobble Creek Canyon. 

Source: Springviille Daughters of the Pioneers Library 

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Grandson Wayne Johnson remembered this home in this sketch.

Source: Marie J. Whiting Collection