John President Porterby Nancy Rich Porter
Today we honor John President Porter and his family. He was born July 28th, 1818 at Plymouth, Oneida Co., NY. He was the 4th child of Sanford Porter and Nancy Warriner. Sanford had lived in several places as he grew up, but when he decided to marry and begin his family he went back to the town of his youth--Vershire, Orange Co., Vermont and sought out his childhood sweetheart, Nancy Warriner, and asked for her hand in marriage.Nancy is a Mayflower descendant through George Soule and the American Revolutionary War through Reuben Warriner. She was always a hard working and loving wife.Hardship and indefatigable labor was a fact of life with the Porter family. Sanford's philosophy of life was to deal honestly with his fellowman; hard work and determination would get you the better things of life; borrow only when absolutely necessary and then pay the debt in full as quickly as possible. Proud of his American Heritage and willing to sacrifice to maintain it, Sanford taught his family to be the best they were capable of. John President was named in memory of Sanford's (half) brother John, who died near the time of his birth. Sanford missed his brother, John, and living so close to his home, he was reminded of him daily. It was a depressing situation so he made arrangements to trade his home in New York for property in Ohio and thus, John President made the first of what was to become many moves during his lifetime. Almost always each new home had to be built from the ground up. Clearing new land, felling trees for lumber, even sometimes building a sawmill to cut lumber and building a cabin for shelter. During this time the growing Porter family either lived with another family; or in a tent, dugout, or covered wagon until a new house could be constructed.Before John President was born his father, in answer to three days of fasting and praying for spiritual guidance, was told in a dream or vision, "Jesus Christ organized His church with apostles, who were prophets, and they declared many things that would come upon the earth again which time is shortly ripe. You may not live to see it, but your children certainly will. If you will humble yourself and repent of all your sins and blasphemies, you will be forgiven and will rejoice in the goodness and grace of God in all your days. Deal justly and honestly with all mankind. Acknowledge the truth whether it be for or against you. Cease to complain. Cultivate love for God and man. Speak the truth--and the whole truth--whether it be for or against you, and your rest will be sweet." Now, as early as 1828,it would seem that the Lord was beginning to "call forth out of the wilderness" many of the"elect" who were beginning to feel the restlessness and a longing for the truth, and though they knew not why, were gradually migrating to a central meeting place. Let us follow John President's father as he agonizes over John's grandfather, Nathan, who died 13 years before..."Where is my dear Father? Has he found what he expected--a seraphic home where none but God and angels dwell. Or was he just dead--dead to himself, to us and to all things forever?" These thoughts pained his soul. If there was a God as the ancients declared, why was there so much confusion written in regard to Him? No! No! There is no God! What part of man could be a spirit? How could there be a spirit world? There are so many churches here--all different in their beliefs, and all of them can prove they are right by the Bible--and I can prove that they are all wrong! I am afraid I am what they call an infidel!
"In 1820 the Porter family was living in Cornith, Orange, Co., Vermont. Here John's brother Nathan Tanner was born. By 1822 they were living in Augusta, Oneida, NY. where a brother Reuben was born and died. He lived only a short time. John President was now 6 years old. The next move found John, his parents and four brothers and sisters in the state of Ohio. His father had traded for what he thought was to be productive land there, but was misled and the trade was a bad one, and making a living for his growing family was next to impossible. It took several years of toil and hardship before they could arrange to move on. The Porter family grew larger. Sanford Jr., Nancy Areta, and twin boys, Joseph and Hyrum (who died the same year), were all born in Vienna, Liberty, Trumball Co., Ohio. They had worked desperately to raise enough food to feed the family, but it was an unresponsive land. In desperation Sanford again cried to the Lord for direction. He immediately went into a trance and in the vision the messenger told him to sell the place for it was too hard for a man to support a family there. "He said I had better go the state of Illinois--not far from Peoria--what was called Fort Clark."Little did the Porter family realize, in spite of the many moves and new homes they made during John President's 7 years that they were gradually being led toward a meeting place of several strong, ingenious families that would soon play an important part and become close friends of the family for the rest of their lives; and also help fulfill the revelation given Oct. 1830: "And, verily, verily, I say unto you that his Church have I established and called forth out or the wilderness and even so will I gather mine elect from the four quarters of the earth, even as many as will believe in Me and hearken to My voice." Surely the Porter family and some of their neighbors were "some of mine elect". In 1827, when John was nine, they began their journey "toward the land of setting sun." The parents, seven children and a Mr. John Morgan, set out; first constructing a flat boat, loaded it with all their belongings and began floating down the Mahoning River, then into the Beaver and on into the Ohio River. As they neared a treacherous fall they had to draw near the shore and John and everyone but Mr. Morgan and two pilots disembarked and followed along the shore as the boat went over the huge falls. "For moments we thought all was lost, but She soon came in sight, right side up, and no material damage was done." The country they were passing through was wild and uninhabited and fraught with danger. In May they disembarked near Evansville, Indiana. They rented a farm and planted a crop. John's father became very ill, but eventually he got well enough to teach school that winter. Then, in March, they again continued their march through Illinois. One night they spent in the hollow base of a large tree to find protection from the cold wind and accepted it as a fair degree of comfort. The Porter family settled on a 40 acre farm covered with beautiful white oak--thrifty and good sized, with a good road running from the Wabash to Port Clark. (Now Peoria). They all worked at clearing the land and making logs to build a house, a barn,pig-sty and other things. They plowed and planted and got ready for winter. There was so much to do, but the guys were good workers and by winter they were quite comfortable.
A neighbor, Morris Phelps, and Sanford decided to build a saw mill in partnership. There were many families coming into the area and would need lumber. John's father ended up owning the mill himself and eventually they sold the farm and moved into the mill in order to give it their full attention. At the time the Porters moved to Tazewell Co., Joseph and Nancy O'Neal Rich had been there a while. Morris Phelps, Hosea Stout and several other families who became faithful, close friends to the Porter family also lived there. These people were to weave a lifetime pattern in the Porter saga. John President and his family, through industry and hard work, prospered and began to accumulate the better things of life. One day two gentlemen came to the Porter home with a letter of introduction from Morris Phelps (See Stanford's conversion in the "Porter Family History", by Grant Stevenson). Lyman Wight and John Corril, two Mormon missionaries, were made welcome by the Porter family. After the Porter family was taught, Sanford, Nancy, and his eldest sister were all baptized, John was baptized one year later. When John was 14 years old two Elders passed through informing all the members of the Church that Jackson Co., was to be the gathering place of the Saints. Most of the people wanted to be with others of their faith and set about selling their property and preparing to move. Sanford sold his home and mill. He was responsible for 7 other families. They started their journey Dec. 1st, 1831. It was to be a 500 mile trek in the dead of winter. They crossed rivers on the ice, struggled through snow and cold. Nancy W. and Sanford now had 8 children, the youngest was 3 ½.
Records show that they lost a daughter, Lucinda, in Aug of 1831, making 4 babies they had buried. Nancy was then 41. They were on the road three months. In spite of the hardships "the saints" were a happy people, enjoying the companionship of their brotherhood and the Spirit of God guiding them. When they arrived in Jackson Co., they put behind them the trials and rejoiced in their new life. It was a busy and different one. Here they were introduced to the principle of "the Law of Consecration" where all things were held in common and each was given stewardship over all he needed and could manage. Each was assigned the property and the labor that his vocation required. The thick timber needed to be cleared from the block designation for a beautiful temple, and they all needed new homes and business accommodations. The Porters settle at Prairie Branch, 12 miles west of Independence, on May 5, 1833. Though they were happy here, it was short lived as persecution from the local residents began to heat up.
The Porters were driven with the rest of the saints out of Jackson Co. John and his family spent the winter of 1833 and 1834 on a tributary of the main river, clearing land and building more houses in an uninhabited wilderness with other refugees. Fourteen other families stayed with them with nothing but their own resourcefulness to keep them alive. In 1836 a good number of Saints had taken up residence in Caldwell Co., Mo. They had obtained property and homes through purchase, and had sent a petition to the governor asking for a County organization. This petition was granted and hopes now seemed possible for a peaceful habitation. The colonies of "Mormons" grew by leaps and bounds. Among those coming into the County was the Joseph Rich family. The son, Charles C, had bought, in connection with his father, a tract of land--40 acres--and moved to the area. At this time Nancy was 15 and John 18. We know little of the romance of John and Nancy except that they lived in the same County and were taught by the same missionaries. Both families joined and moved from gathering place to gathering place wherever the "Saints" congregated. History has not recorded just how often John and Nancy saw each other nor how often they were at the same church functions, but John's family lived in the same general area as did Nancy's. It was common for large families to stay together even after the children married (except when some of the men were on missions or special assignments for the church) caring for and helping each other. The Rich family--married brother, sisters, parents, and even a cousin moved from place to place together, often living under one roof, and so did the Porters. Both families remained faithful to the Prophet Joseph Smith and church doctrine so it would be expected that Nancy and John were often in some congregations hearing the same sermons and news of the day. It was during this tumultuous period that many new developments and instructions and church policies were being presented to the members through revelations to become the Doctrine and Covenants of the Church. No doubt both families attended conferences where these important teachings were being presented by general authorities of the church. Nancy's brother, Charles, from the day he was baptized, was a prominent missionary and leader in the Church, eventually he became an apostle. Since much of his travels are documented we know more of his family and Nancy and so are able to trace her from home to home until she and John marry. And since both families crossed the plains under charge of the Charles C. Rich company--we have more detail than we would otherwise have known. Nancy Rich was baptized by the Prophet Joseph Smith, April 22nd, 1832, and we know from "Essentials in Church History" that the prophet made his second visit to Missouri in April 1832 where "at a general council of the Church, Joseph Smith was acknowledged by the Saints in Zion as "President of the High Priesthood," ratifying the action of the Amherst, Ohio Conference held Jan. 25th, 1832 so sustaining him." Surely the Porters also attended the momentous occasion. Perhaps John even attended Nancy's baptism. Nancy would have been 10 ½ and John almost 14 then, and 11 years and many trying events and moves would yet transpire before John and Nancy would unite their lives. As Nauvoo and the Nauvoo Temple were being built, John and Nancy courted. Times were relatively peaceful, people were building better homes, educational opportunities were provided and for a while, they were a happy people. John's brother, Nathan, had a very serious injury while handling heavy timber and was unable to work for a long time, but eventually he regained enough strength to go on a mission to the Eastern States. His 13 year old brother, Justin Theodore, was killed when a horse fell on him. John's sisters, Sarah and Nancy A married. On Feb 5, 1843, Nancy and John were married. Brother, Charles, performed the ceremony in the Rich home. Both families, and their neighbors celebrated the happy occasion. Their first son, Joseph Rich, was born Mar. 29th, 1844. They named him for Nancy's father. Political and religious enemies began again to agitate in the community. Once again the people had to be on guard. The temple construction was guarded night and day. Hosea Stout, who had been a friend and neighbor since the Tazewell County days, tells in his journal of the situation by 1846. "I was then notified by President B. Young to send spies out into different parts of the country to watch and report the proceedings of the mob--. I committed the business of sending spies out in Iowa to Sanford Porter who lives in Iowa. He was to send some three or four in different directions to watch their movements and let us know when anything is going on among them against us." Sanford Porter was one of the most faithful members of the Mormon Church at that time, and also most respected among non-members....He was the father of a large family, all of whom were active in and loyal to the local church. Living across the line in Iowa, he escaped many of the difficulties of Nauvoo.
Porter followed the pioneer group to Utah in the fall of 1847 with the Charles C.Rich company and the next season he sent back teams and supplies to meet the immigrants and he served as bishop. In spite of the great persecutions Joseph Smith had taken to prevent the Church from being put into a vulnerable position again, the mob and political leaders began anew to persecute the people, and it was evident that they would yet have to find another place to practice their beliefs. Joseph Smith decided to run for President of the United States and John's brother, Nathan, went to Ohio to campaign for him. Just three months after the birth of Joseph Rich, mob violence reigned and they murdered the Prophet Joseph Smith. Nathan was still in Ohio when the terrible news reached him and he returned to Nauvoo. Even before the martyrdom of Joseph the people had begun to plan how to move on further West. Brigham Young, who had been president of the council of twelve apostles, was now the President of the Church and considered their new Prophet. He set about at once to plan and prepare the people for outfitting each family with wagons, teams, supplies and all it would take to move such a body of people across so many uncharted miles. They supposed--and it was promised them by their enemies--that they would have time to dispose of their property and purchase what would be needed before going, but, as history can affirm, their Prophet and others were murdered and the time was cut short. Once more they were driven out into the winter elements to endure--or perish. Before the exodus began all haste was put forth to finish the precious temple they had all worked so hard to complete. This was necessary to them. Even when they knew they would be leaving all the work and beauty behind they knew they must finish it. It would be here that certain vows and blessings could be given. And it was here that John and Nancy came (as did all devout members) to be sealed as husband and wife for all time and eternity in the "new and everlasting covenant of marriage" before they set there feet west.
On Dec 26th, 1846 the first of the Saints left Nauvoo and crossed the Mississippi River on the journey to the west. Mary Phelps Rich, Charles C's wife, states that on Feb. 12, 1846 their family began the journey west. On reaching the Iowa side of the stream the Riches went to some relatives in Lee County--some to Nancy's father, Joseph. Since Nancy is mentioned with the Rich caravan, and John's father speaks of some of the children, but not John, we can assume that John and Nancy were often with the Riches as they crossed the plains, and were probably with them when they left. Through all the trials, persecutions and testing, the Saints who were left in the church were strong, faithful and determined. They would take the necessary discipline that it would take to stand the trials yet to come. There would be many more...but Brigham Young said that he doubted "if ever there was a body of people since the days of Enoch, who had done so little grumbling under such unpleasant and trying circumstances." Both the Porter and Rich families fit well into this category. Due to sickness and having to replenish supplies, etc. and the weather and impassable roads, progress was very slow. The wagon train averaged only a mile or two a day. They didn't travel on Sundays. They often slept on frozen or muddy ground; and all cooking was done in the open.They reached Garden Grove the latter part of April and Mount Pisgah in mid-May. The company stayed here at this temporary "stopping off" place until March 1847.Life at Mt. Pisgah was one of hard work and poverty, but with the usual spirit of these hardy people there was also some happy, joyous socials and parties. The people not only planted and built homes that they knew they would be leaving for these to follow to harvest and live in--but they made baskets, tubs, churns, and anything that could be sold to the local markets about the area. The trip from Mount Pisgah to the Missouri was through Indian Country. They helped build roads and bridges along the way for those who would follow. John P was getting valuable experience which he needed in later years. They proceeded across the plains to Winter Quarters, just across the Nebraska-Iowas line. Here the Porter and Rich families were all together again and traveled on to Utah in the same Company. From Winter Quarters to Salt Lake City was about 1100 miles as they traveled. The company had about 2000 people in it. There were five groups of wagons, each group being made up of about one hundred wagons. These were divided into groups of fifty wagons and ten wagons, and as usual there were captains of hundreds, fifties, and of tens. The exposure they had had to endure had weakened Nancy's mother. She was not well at all. Nancy, too, was tired and weak and expecting another baby. Their third son, John President Jr., was born in a wagon bed, along the Sweetwater River somewhere in Wyoming Territory--then Mexican Territory--Sept. 4th 1847. At the time Mother Rich was taken seriously ill with Rocky Mountain Fever. They did all they could for her. She lived to reach the valley, but died three days later, Oct. 5 1847. Young John P Jr., was the youngest child to immigrate there. Three days after John P Jr. was born, Sept 7th, 1847, they continued the journey west. The month before they had walked through dust, over steep hills, and the women were sunburned and the men exhausted from walking all day and standing guard at night. Now the weather changed to snow and cold to plague them. Breakdowns and loss of teams were common. The final approach to Salt Lake Valley had been slow and tedious. They averaged about 16 miles a day. Nathan T Porter writes of the arrival in Salt Lake Valley. "When, for the first time, our anxious eyes rested on the silvery lake and slopes in the distance below, the dusty hat and faded sunbonnet were seen waving above the heads of their wearers, while shouts of joy and admiration ascended up as each in his gaiety made the summit! The tears of sorrow having now fled, those of gratitude burst forth making a path way down many a careworn face. The contrast between the long dreary plains and this valley like an oasis in the desert, coupled with the thought of safety from oppression was truly stirring. We were met by some of the Pioneers who had preceded us and soon were camped with them."The temple block had already been laid out. A body of log houses were being constructed by Lorenzo Young. A few half finished adobe walls marking a wing of a fort to be erected after the manner of a block house for defense against the Indians. Next to the stockade was a big field with some crops planted.True, there was great jubilation at reaching their destination but their troubles were far from over. Nancy's mother died three days after their arrival. Nancy, herself, was in a weakened and fragile health. Their chances of survival was still questionable. There were very limited provisions; crops were planted late in the year, and there wasn't much chance of a large harvest. They had brought some provisions with them, but not enough to keep 2,200 people alive until another harvest, (and remember, they needed to save enough for seed for the next planting.) They were 1100 miles from the nearest settlement to the west. At the time all the valley seemed to produce was crickets and sago root. When beef cattle were brought from the San Bernadino Valley in California, half the herd was lost and the rest only made it at great sacrifice.Soon after Brigham Young set foot in the valley he set men to work fencing, plowing, and planting "the big field." He sent to the coast for work animals, milk cows, and beef cattle. He negotiated a contract with the traders in the district for exchange of goods.
Brigham Young had also had--in his desire to be friendly with the Indians--pacified and assured them, so there was little danger from them, but they often stole from the Pioneers. John's father and brothers found a homestead about 4 miles south of Salt Lake on Millcreek and built a sawmill. These families spent most of that winter in their wagons, the men building houses when weather permitted. Food supplies dwindled and they had to ration their food. Records do not show that John and Nancy went to Millcreek for winter, but Joseph and Charles Rich and John Porter were awarded lots within the 9 block area--which included Temple Square-- in what later became the 17th Ward. Charles' record shows they lived in a tent in the North section of the fort for about a year, later taking up land out of the fort. Perhaps John and Nancy did too. In 1851 the Porters moved 11 miles north of Salt Lake to Duell Creek (now called Centerville). With more converts from oversees and more saints emigrating from Winter Quarters, Centerville was growing quickly. In 1852 a Ward of the church was formed and Father Sanford Porter was sustained as their first bishop. Among the people coming to Centerville was Mary Palmer Graves Bratton. She and her 5 daughters, with her mother and a 16 year old boy who drove one of her teams, crossed the plains with two covered wagons. Mary was a sister to Eliza Graves Rich, who was a sister-in-law to Nancy Rich Porter. Mary's husband, Charles, decided not to come west with the body of Saints. But Mary and her girls wanted to stay with the church, so they separated. Charles helped outfit them with supplies, wagons, and teams. He went with them as far as Council Bluffs, Nebraska. Here their fifth daughter was born. When the opportunity to move on with a company of 50 wagons--in May 1852--the 5 girls, Mary and her mother joined the company. Mr. Bratton returned to Nauvoo. March 24th, 1853 John President married Mary Graves, thus uniting the 2 families. It was also in 1854, that John's brothers, Chauncy and Sanford, were scouting the area. They rode over the mountains above the Centerville area, and dropped down into a rocky,rough canyon onto a creek they called Beaver Creek. Having been millwrights before, they were impressed with the feasibility of operating a sawmill in the vicinity. There was plenty of timber of all sizes; small trees for fence poles, larger ones for making log cabins, and big trees for slab lumber. They decided to build one. It was such a struggle to get back to the mill site that they named the canyon Hardscrable. Very apropos. There were no roads, of course, and the descent from the summit was steep and treacherous. They would have to work on making a road back across the mountains to take the lumber out. Eventually the Porter brothers were taking lumber back over the mountain to Centerville and Salt Lake by a cart drawn with four yoke of oxen. Their church and family were the center of their lives. Records show that John P was a member of the 26th quorum of Seventies while in Centerville and that he received his Patriarchal blessing August 14th, 1856 by Isaac Morley Sr.On Dec 14th, 1857 John's beloved wife, Nancy, died. She had stood by his side through all the hardships he had known. For 14 years she had gone wherever he took her, bore four sons and a daughter in the most trying of circumstances, lived in the most primitive of homes; but nothing had dimmed her strong testimony that the gospel was worth it all. John had been sealed to Nancy and Mary. In March 1853 he and Mary were sealed again in the Endowment House. It had not been ready for use when they first married. Now Mary had full responsibility for 9 children, and she was a great comfort to John, and a good mother of the family.1858 was also a very severe winter. Several of the Porter families decided they would go to the valley where Hardscrabble Creek wound down the canyon and joined East Canyon Creek. This little valley was about 5 miles east of Morgan. Whether you entered the valley from over the mountains and down Hardscrabble or took the long way around through Weber Canyon the roads were almost impassable. Part of the canyon, where the Weber River cut through was so treacherous it had been named Devil's gate. A road had been built about 3 years previously leading into the town of Morgan by Sanford Porter Jr. and several other men. In the Winter of 1860 Sanford Sr. and his sons crossed the mountain above Centerville on snowshoes. As they approached the little valley they climbed a hill and then before them was a view that they supposed had not been seen by white men before. They could see almost to Weber Canyon where, for 10 miles or more, a creek wound peacefully through the meadows. To their right their eyes traveled along a range of low hills and rested on a somewhat level area that looked perfect for farmland. Further east was another canyon that they named East Canyon. They planned to build a road down Hardscrabble so they could bring lumber down to the valley and build homes. For the first time since they left Nauvoo they would have wood floors! On the west side of East Canyon Creek the ground became higher and they decided this "bench" was not so much to their liking. They crossed the valley and staked out homesteads where each would build a home. In the spring, when the women and children could also go and see where their new home were to be, the whole valley was alive with flowers, shrubs, grass, and leafy trees. There was just about everything they would need for both them and their livestock to survive. The soil was rich and would grow good crops; there was pasture land for their cows and sheep could find all the food they would need; there were herbs for medicine and seasoning; wild berries... they could think of nothing that couldn't be provided for there. Sanford would build the first house and move there and the "boys" would soon follow. Some of the women were trained midwives and nurses and they would collect all the things they needed for medicine and food storage.There was much road building to be done, and John P did his share of it. In the summer of 1859 the men brought a road from the Hardscrabble mill into Porterville. The Weber Canyon Devils Gate road into Morgan and on east to Porterville was improved. This would be the way the wagons with household possession, tools and families would come. John P and his son, Joseph Rich, and a nephew, Warriner Ahaz, did a great deal of this work. "Necessity is the mother of invention" was a phrase often quoted by the Porters. They trapped, hunted, fished, and foraged for berries, roots, and herbs. They followed behind sheep and gathered any bit of wool that caught on bush or fence and carefully washed,carded and spun it into clothes. Nothing was wasted that could possibly be used. They invented games that could be played while working and even their fun-time was accomplishing some needed task. In spite of the fact that from early dawn to late at night meant hard work and only the bare necessities were available, they had finally found peace and an opportunity to live their religion in a full and happy way and their children grew in an atmosphere of love, respect, deep religious conviction that brought an assurance and feeling of self worth they had never known before. During the following year some of the Porters were in Centerville, and sometime in Porterville. Sometimes the men, busy with building houses and running a lumber mill, stayed in Porterville and their families lived with relatives.
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Sanford Porter, An Example of A Legacy.
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When Sanford Porter, who joined the Mormons right after the church was organized, took the time to dictate pages and pages of his lifes experiences he created a legacy.
His devotion to the Bible, his concern about his own being after being totally rebuffed by the local Christian ministers, and the miracle of his prayers being answered - how they were answered is a treasure to we his multi generation grandchildren. Not being miraculous but also important to me is discovering in a library a several page story of his son John President Porter. John President was my great great grandfather Porter. What I gleaned from John President's story was a similarity in his personality to mine. He provided for his family but always lived with the believe there was gold in the Hardscrabble hills of Morgan County. He stuck to that belief until days before he died. That's my nature.
What about you. Yesterday Kathleen and I joined about 100 people at the Riverton Family History Library. What a neat day. Glen Rawson of the Joseph Smith Papers T V Show spoke about family stories. He shared a few pioneer stories that were brief but inspiring.
I had never heard of some of the people he read us about. That was one of the points. If I were a descendant of any of those people, I would have treasured the story.
We are building a legacy for our grandchildren and great great grandchildren to feed upon. We too may not be historic figures, but to our descendants we are part of them. They will want to know us. Just as Sanford or John President, or any of my ancestors and their stories are treasures, so will our stories as we write them down.
Truly Sanford Porter is an example of a legacy. Join me in the commitment to leave mine.
Friday, April 6, 2012
John President Porter
My Great Great Grandfather: Written by a grandchild from his marriage to Nancy Graves - published by permission
My grandfather, John President Porter, son of Sanford and Nancy Warriner Porter, was born July 28, 1818 in Plymouth, Oneida County, New York. His father had become interested in the teachings of Joseph Smith, and in July 1830 became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was converted and baptized by Lyman Wight. His entire family soon followed him.
On October 5, 1843, John President Porter married Nancy Rich at the home of her brother, Charles C Rich, and in the presence of her family in Lee County Iowa. John and Nancy made their home in Charleston, Lee County, Iowa, where their son, Joseph Rich was born March 29, 1844. A second son, Sanford was born December 25, 1845.
Some time later they moved to Nauvoo. In 1847, Charles C Rich, who was then living in Winter Quarters, went to Nauvoo on business and to visit family. When he returned home, grandfather and his family followed him to Winter Quarters, arriving there on May 21, 1847, On June 14 of the same year, they all left for the Rocky Mountains in Charles C Rich's Company. While en route John P Jr, a 3rd son was born at Sweetwater, September 4, 1847. They arrived in Salt Lake City, October 2, 1847 and camped where pioneer park is now.
A little later they went to Centerville and took up land there. They had always understood the bottom land or land lying close to the river was more fertile and more productive than the higher land. With this thought in mind, they took up land down near the lake. A few years later they were convinced that a salt lake is quite a different thing from a running stream of water. They found the soil was full of alkali, and would produce very little that could be used as food. By the time they discovered their mistake, all the best land in Centerville had been taken up.
In November, 1851, a baby daughter was born and mother and child both died. The father found it a hard and desperate struggle to provide and care for three little boys, the oldest only 6 years old. Friends and relatives were kind and gave all the help they could, but the times were so hard, food so scarce, and the tiny house so crude and comfortless, a mother in the home was badly needed.
On March 24, 1853 he married Nancy Graves, who was a widow with four little daughters.
During the gold rush, grandfather made some arrangements for his family and he went to California and panned out gold for a short time. He returned home with quite a large sum of money and a bag of gold nuggets, which enabled him to provide much more comfortably for his large family. The nuggets were exchanged for necessities with people passing through the country.
A short time after grandfather returned from California, word came of the approaching army from the east, and the Saints were called upon to abandon their homes and move south.
The following is from my fathers journal: "Something that was indelibly impressed on my mind as a young child, was that the government was sending an army of men of men with guns to kill every Mormon. Everybody was talking abut it, but Mother said they would not be able to do it. Then I remember Brigham Young told all of the people that the army was getting close. They called out all the spare men and boys, one, Eli Kilbourn who I knew, to go to Echo Canyon and help build up a defense so the could hurl down rocks on one side and bombard the other. It seemed to me, from what they said, that Brigham would do anything, no matter how many men came.
The word came that Lot Smith had gone east with a few men, and had surprised two trains of wagons and teams. They carried off their provisions and supplies, drove off their oxen and burned the wagons and all the grass before them so they would have to stay there all winter. This was the fall of 1857.
The next spring, as I remember, father had just planted his crops when word came from Brigham Young that the army was coming, and for everyone to get ready at once to move south, and leave their buildings ready for the match. A few men were to be left to burn them at a given signal. I remember the move distinctly, the days of travel, stopping at a place called Pondtown. I remember the strings of trout the men and boys caught out of the ponds. I remember that Uncle Lyman built a pig pen and while at work the Indians gave us a scare and we boys ran to him. How long we stayed there and the return trip is not clear, but word came that peace had been made with the army, to go home seemed to take of the strain we were under" Father was 4 years old when this move was made.
continuing from fathers journal: My memory now reverts to the cold winters, the snow being waste deep or more. The cold East wind swooped down on Centerville. Chickens were blown to the lake, pigs frozen to death, roofs blown from our houses. The roof of Mr Higby's house was blown off while he was away from his home. His wife rushed out and was blown into a fence, and unable to stand, was frozen to death. At another time, a young man living with us, Thomas Spackman by name, came home one night nearly frozen to death. They pulled off his overalls; they stood up straight by the side of the wall.
Then I remember my Uncle Warriner and Uncle Sanford and Thomas Spackman hauling saw-mill fixtures over the mountains east of Bountiful to a canyon they called Mill Creek. there were no roads in or out to get the lumber away. As there was another Mill Creek, they changed the name to a very proper one, "Hardscrabble".
The following is taken from the Journal of John Presidents Father Sanford Porter, Sr. "About the year 1858, such heavy snow fell in winter, and such high waters followed and caused such an unusual rise in salt Lake, that most of the farms lying in the bottoms along the shore about fifteen miles were damaged by salt water. I had to abandon my farm then, and I went over the mountains to Morgan County, Utah, where I found the soil good, and my boys later joined me."
The first trip over the mountains was made on snow shoes. Sanford Porter Sr, Sanford Porter Jr, and Warriner made the trip and laid out the farms in the snow, then returned to Centerville. In the spring they returned and were well pleased with their farms. They planted some grain and built some log houses, then returned for their families.
Quoting again from fathers journal: "In the spring of 1861 my father, John President Porter, moved his family to Porterville. It was a hard, slow job to get through Weber Canyon. We stopped at the homes of Jedediah Morgan Grant and Thomas Thurston, who were living where Milton now is.
When we reached Porterville, father had a good three room log house ready to move into. I believe my grandfather and two Uncles Warriner and Sanford preceded us. Coming from the hot, dry Salt Lake Valley into the cool, green valley of Morgan seemed like heaven to the Porter family. The river and creeks were lined with grove of cottonwood trees, and the green grass was knee high all through the bottoms when the family reached what is now Porterville.
Another interesting quotation is taken from the journal of Charles G Porter: "During the summer of 1862 father had all the material on the ground for a big barn. The next year all the material for a house. He had dozens of loads of rocks hauled. I remember father kept one carpenter about six months and two men all winter working on the house and barn. The doors, window sash, floors, stairs, in fact all the lumber was sawed in Hardscrabble Canyon, and hand worked by the carpenters. The brick was made by Thomas Brough at his brick yard in West Porterville. The total cost was between $2500 and $3000. In the fall of 1865 as I remember, we moved in."
Grandfather loved the comfortable, roomy new home. The kitchen was large and sunny, and in a corner near the west window, stood an old fashioned, cane-bottom rocking chair where grandfather loved to sit when the days work was done. On a nail in the wall near his chair hung a slate with its wooden frame all bound in bright red cloth. The cloth was attached to the frame with a black cord which passed through the next hole, and so on. A pencil attached to a string hung on the same nail, and with his slate and pencil, grandfather figured out all his expenses, transferring only the final figures to paper, thus cutting down the expense of his bookkeeping operations.
Grandfather was a good provider. He kept part of his Centerville farm and had a peach orchard. He also grew a patch of sugar there. In the fall grandfather would take part of his family to Centerville and harvest peaches and cane. The cane was taken to Brother Forde's mill where it was ground, and the juice made into molasses. A forty gallon barrel of this molasses was brought home to supply the family with sweets for the year. A half a barrel of peach preserves made with molasses was also brought home. Large quantities of the peaches were dried, to be stored away for winter use.
Grandfather was very fond of honey, and several hives of bees were always kept near his home. It was not an unusual sight to see grandfatehr put his mosquito netting over his head, and fasten it around his head, and fasten it tight around his neck with is shirt collar, pin his gloves tight around his wrists and go out before sun-up to rob the bees and get a supply of fresh honey to eat with grandmothers hot soda biscuits for breakfast.
Beef and pork were produced on the farm to furnish the family meat supply. And at butchering time it was cured in big barrels of brine "strong enough to float an egg". Part of the meat would also be smoked in the homemade smoke house out in the back yard.
Although grandfather owned and operated his farm, at heart he was always a miner, and as soon as his boys were old enough to take over the farm work, he spent more time prospecting in the Hardscrabble hills. He felt so sure these hills were full of valuable ores, that he spent every cent that could be spared from the family income, trying to uncover rich veins that were always only a few feet away.
This continued as long as grandfather John President lived. The last work he ever did was in the mines. A deep shaft had been sunk in on one of the Hardscrabble mountains and from all indications, as grandfather understood them, a rich vein of gold was just out of sight. He was all excited and promised his wife and daughters gold buttons for their coats that winter.
One morning when he returned to work, he found several feet of water in the bottom of the shaft. They tried to bail it out but it ran in faster that they could bail. A pumping system was badly needed, but was too expensive to be considered unless they could be sure the gold was there. Grandfather decided to drive a pipe deep into the shaft, believing that when the pipe was drawn out, enough ore would be clinging to it to convince his doubting family, that the gold was there. The pipe was driven in, but when they attempted to bring it out, it broke off a few inches under the ground. Grandfather gave up. He sank down on the ground and said, "This is the end."
They took him home in the old lumber wagon, over the rocky, bumpy road, a tired broken old man, and tucked him into his good old feather bed. When he arose the next morning, the family saw a white stricken face. They put him into bed again. He was suffering with a severe ailment and needed expert medical care and hospitalization which, of course, was impossible. Ten days later he passed away, May 28, 1895 at the age of seventy-seven. And the gold in the old shaft is still "just a little way away.
PS: One cannot experience what I have today, wandering around and studying Porterville, without being bound closer to these ancestors of mine. I have only published a bit of what I garnered. Larry Cragun
My grandfather, John President Porter, son of Sanford and Nancy Warriner Porter, was born July 28, 1818 in Plymouth, Oneida County, New York. His father had become interested in the teachings of Joseph Smith, and in July 1830 became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was converted and baptized by Lyman Wight. His entire family soon followed him.
On October 5, 1843, John President Porter married Nancy Rich at the home of her brother, Charles C Rich, and in the presence of her family in Lee County Iowa. John and Nancy made their home in Charleston, Lee County, Iowa, where their son, Joseph Rich was born March 29, 1844. A second son, Sanford was born December 25, 1845.
Some time later they moved to Nauvoo. In 1847, Charles C Rich, who was then living in Winter Quarters, went to Nauvoo on business and to visit family. When he returned home, grandfather and his family followed him to Winter Quarters, arriving there on May 21, 1847, On June 14 of the same year, they all left for the Rocky Mountains in Charles C Rich's Company. While en route John P Jr, a 3rd son was born at Sweetwater, September 4, 1847. They arrived in Salt Lake City, October 2, 1847 and camped where pioneer park is now.
A little later they went to Centerville and took up land there. They had always understood the bottom land or land lying close to the river was more fertile and more productive than the higher land. With this thought in mind, they took up land down near the lake. A few years later they were convinced that a salt lake is quite a different thing from a running stream of water. They found the soil was full of alkali, and would produce very little that could be used as food. By the time they discovered their mistake, all the best land in Centerville had been taken up.
In November, 1851, a baby daughter was born and mother and child both died. The father found it a hard and desperate struggle to provide and care for three little boys, the oldest only 6 years old. Friends and relatives were kind and gave all the help they could, but the times were so hard, food so scarce, and the tiny house so crude and comfortless, a mother in the home was badly needed.
On March 24, 1853 he married Nancy Graves, who was a widow with four little daughters.
During the gold rush, grandfather made some arrangements for his family and he went to California and panned out gold for a short time. He returned home with quite a large sum of money and a bag of gold nuggets, which enabled him to provide much more comfortably for his large family. The nuggets were exchanged for necessities with people passing through the country.
A short time after grandfather returned from California, word came of the approaching army from the east, and the Saints were called upon to abandon their homes and move south.
The following is from my fathers journal: "Something that was indelibly impressed on my mind as a young child, was that the government was sending an army of men of men with guns to kill every Mormon. Everybody was talking abut it, but Mother said they would not be able to do it. Then I remember Brigham Young told all of the people that the army was getting close. They called out all the spare men and boys, one, Eli Kilbourn who I knew, to go to Echo Canyon and help build up a defense so the could hurl down rocks on one side and bombard the other. It seemed to me, from what they said, that Brigham would do anything, no matter how many men came.
The word came that Lot Smith had gone east with a few men, and had surprised two trains of wagons and teams. They carried off their provisions and supplies, drove off their oxen and burned the wagons and all the grass before them so they would have to stay there all winter. This was the fall of 1857.
The next spring, as I remember, father had just planted his crops when word came from Brigham Young that the army was coming, and for everyone to get ready at once to move south, and leave their buildings ready for the match. A few men were to be left to burn them at a given signal. I remember the move distinctly, the days of travel, stopping at a place called Pondtown. I remember the strings of trout the men and boys caught out of the ponds. I remember that Uncle Lyman built a pig pen and while at work the Indians gave us a scare and we boys ran to him. How long we stayed there and the return trip is not clear, but word came that peace had been made with the army, to go home seemed to take of the strain we were under" Father was 4 years old when this move was made.
continuing from fathers journal: My memory now reverts to the cold winters, the snow being waste deep or more. The cold East wind swooped down on Centerville. Chickens were blown to the lake, pigs frozen to death, roofs blown from our houses. The roof of Mr Higby's house was blown off while he was away from his home. His wife rushed out and was blown into a fence, and unable to stand, was frozen to death. At another time, a young man living with us, Thomas Spackman by name, came home one night nearly frozen to death. They pulled off his overalls; they stood up straight by the side of the wall.
Then I remember my Uncle Warriner and Uncle Sanford and Thomas Spackman hauling saw-mill fixtures over the mountains east of Bountiful to a canyon they called Mill Creek. there were no roads in or out to get the lumber away. As there was another Mill Creek, they changed the name to a very proper one, "Hardscrabble".
The following is taken from the Journal of John Presidents Father Sanford Porter, Sr. "About the year 1858, such heavy snow fell in winter, and such high waters followed and caused such an unusual rise in salt Lake, that most of the farms lying in the bottoms along the shore about fifteen miles were damaged by salt water. I had to abandon my farm then, and I went over the mountains to Morgan County, Utah, where I found the soil good, and my boys later joined me."
The first trip over the mountains was made on snow shoes. Sanford Porter Sr, Sanford Porter Jr, and Warriner made the trip and laid out the farms in the snow, then returned to Centerville. In the spring they returned and were well pleased with their farms. They planted some grain and built some log houses, then returned for their families.
Quoting again from fathers journal: "In the spring of 1861 my father, John President Porter, moved his family to Porterville. It was a hard, slow job to get through Weber Canyon. We stopped at the homes of Jedediah Morgan Grant and Thomas Thurston, who were living where Milton now is.
When we reached Porterville, father had a good three room log house ready to move into. I believe my grandfather and two Uncles Warriner and Sanford preceded us. Coming from the hot, dry Salt Lake Valley into the cool, green valley of Morgan seemed like heaven to the Porter family. The river and creeks were lined with grove of cottonwood trees, and the green grass was knee high all through the bottoms when the family reached what is now Porterville.
Another interesting quotation is taken from the journal of Charles G Porter: "During the summer of 1862 father had all the material on the ground for a big barn. The next year all the material for a house. He had dozens of loads of rocks hauled. I remember father kept one carpenter about six months and two men all winter working on the house and barn. The doors, window sash, floors, stairs, in fact all the lumber was sawed in Hardscrabble Canyon, and hand worked by the carpenters. The brick was made by Thomas Brough at his brick yard in West Porterville. The total cost was between $2500 and $3000. In the fall of 1865 as I remember, we moved in."
Grandfather loved the comfortable, roomy new home. The kitchen was large and sunny, and in a corner near the west window, stood an old fashioned, cane-bottom rocking chair where grandfather loved to sit when the days work was done. On a nail in the wall near his chair hung a slate with its wooden frame all bound in bright red cloth. The cloth was attached to the frame with a black cord which passed through the next hole, and so on. A pencil attached to a string hung on the same nail, and with his slate and pencil, grandfather figured out all his expenses, transferring only the final figures to paper, thus cutting down the expense of his bookkeeping operations.
Grandfather was a good provider. He kept part of his Centerville farm and had a peach orchard. He also grew a patch of sugar there. In the fall grandfather would take part of his family to Centerville and harvest peaches and cane. The cane was taken to Brother Forde's mill where it was ground, and the juice made into molasses. A forty gallon barrel of this molasses was brought home to supply the family with sweets for the year. A half a barrel of peach preserves made with molasses was also brought home. Large quantities of the peaches were dried, to be stored away for winter use.
Grandfather was very fond of honey, and several hives of bees were always kept near his home. It was not an unusual sight to see grandfatehr put his mosquito netting over his head, and fasten it around his head, and fasten it tight around his neck with is shirt collar, pin his gloves tight around his wrists and go out before sun-up to rob the bees and get a supply of fresh honey to eat with grandmothers hot soda biscuits for breakfast.
Beef and pork were produced on the farm to furnish the family meat supply. And at butchering time it was cured in big barrels of brine "strong enough to float an egg". Part of the meat would also be smoked in the homemade smoke house out in the back yard.
Although grandfather owned and operated his farm, at heart he was always a miner, and as soon as his boys were old enough to take over the farm work, he spent more time prospecting in the Hardscrabble hills. He felt so sure these hills were full of valuable ores, that he spent every cent that could be spared from the family income, trying to uncover rich veins that were always only a few feet away.
This continued as long as grandfather John President lived. The last work he ever did was in the mines. A deep shaft had been sunk in on one of the Hardscrabble mountains and from all indications, as grandfather understood them, a rich vein of gold was just out of sight. He was all excited and promised his wife and daughters gold buttons for their coats that winter.
One morning when he returned to work, he found several feet of water in the bottom of the shaft. They tried to bail it out but it ran in faster that they could bail. A pumping system was badly needed, but was too expensive to be considered unless they could be sure the gold was there. Grandfather decided to drive a pipe deep into the shaft, believing that when the pipe was drawn out, enough ore would be clinging to it to convince his doubting family, that the gold was there. The pipe was driven in, but when they attempted to bring it out, it broke off a few inches under the ground. Grandfather gave up. He sank down on the ground and said, "This is the end."
They took him home in the old lumber wagon, over the rocky, bumpy road, a tired broken old man, and tucked him into his good old feather bed. When he arose the next morning, the family saw a white stricken face. They put him into bed again. He was suffering with a severe ailment and needed expert medical care and hospitalization which, of course, was impossible. Ten days later he passed away, May 28, 1895 at the age of seventy-seven. And the gold in the old shaft is still "just a little way away.
PS: One cannot experience what I have today, wandering around and studying Porterville, without being bound closer to these ancestors of mine. I have only published a bit of what I garnered. Larry Cragun
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Researching On Location - Just A Cool Thing To Do
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Morgan County, Utah |
On our church mission we are to take one day a month and use it for personal research or Temple attendance. Today was that day for me. I was using it to try and learn more about my grandmother Nancy Athena Porter. I went to Porterville, Morgan County, Utah.
First of all, I know we can't all visit all of the places our grandparents lived. But when we can, it's can be both effective and important. I would recommend doing research first so you go focused and organized.
One of my finds was about my Great Great Grandfather, John President Porter. I learned some things about him today that I found interesting. I could relate to him. Tomorrow I will post a story about him that I came upon in the Morgan County Historical Society which they said I was welcome to copy and publish.
I loved going to my ancestors towns Porterville and Morgan. It was a great learning experience. Even though I found nothing specific about my grandmother Nancy. I did learn about other Porter grandparents and more.
I learned how valuable it is to actually visit where your ancestors lived. It was sort of emotional. On that part, I walked where grandparents lived: where their homes were, where they went to church, and I felt what it was like to live in the little valley they settled. My imagination was on fire.
I also learned you can glean more information by being there than by phoning or writing. O K, now I want to go to England and Ireland, perhaps to Tennessee and Virginia.
I began my day by dropping into the local LDS Family History Center. I had previously learned what their hours were, 4 hours in the day time and 3 in the evening. That was a good experience. They were oh so willing to help. As I sat at a table reading from books and personal histories they had on file one person there started calling long time citizens of Porterville and Morgan. People serving in these libraries are really there to serve. I found books and histories that were interesting and I loved it.
They then pointed me to the local Morgan County Historical Society. Here I found books, journals, and stories about many of my ancestors. There was a lot about Joseph Rich Porter, who I have two stories on line now about, and more coming. I found the addresses of two of Joseph Rich Porters grandparents homes. I found their homes that way. They are posted in this article.

While looking at the homes I found people to talk to. Some had lived there 50 years or more. One lady driving her grandchildren down an old dirt road, on a big dune buggy sort of machine stopped and talked about the valley. She pointed out another Porter home nearby.
It was a relaxing yet exciting day. It was a day to visit the almost in rubble old church my ancestors helped build. It was visiting the stream that my Grandma Nancy's mother fished from each day. It was realizing a lot how it was to live here, to understand why so many people were born here and won't leave. The young married woman at the Historical Society was an example. She doesn't want to live anywhere else. I understand.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Joseph Rich Porter Part 2
This is a continuation of the Joseph Rich Porter Story by his grandaugther Bertha Cragun Part 1 click here
J.R. was 3 years old when he, his parents, brother Sanford Jr., and most of his extended family began their journey westward. A most moving description of how the Porters would live for the next few years comes from the "Memoirs of John R. Young" "I remember hearing the ringing voice of President Brigham Young standing early in the morning in the front end of his wagon, he said"
"Attention, the camps of Israel. I propose to move forward on our journey. Let all who wish follow me; but I want none to come unless they will obey the commandments and statutes of the Lord. Cease, therefore, your contentions and backbiting, nor must there be swearing and profanity in our camps. Whoever finds anything must seek diligently to return it to the owner. The Sabbath Day must be hallowed. In all our camp, prayers should be offered up both morning and evening. If you do these things, faith will abide in your hearts; and the angels of God will go with you, even as they went with the children of Israel when Moses led them from the land of Egypt" Telling the story in retrospect, John Taylor described it this way: "We outlived the trying scenes. We felt contented and happy. The songs of Zion resounded from wagon to wagon, from tent to tent, the sound reverberated through the woods, and its echo was returned from the distant hills; peace, harmony, and contentment reigned in the habitations of the Saints. The God of Israel is with us, and as we journey, as did Abraham of old, to a distant land, we feel that, like him, we are doing the will of our Heavenly Father and relying upon his word and promises; and having his blessing, we feel that we are children of the same promise and hope, and that the great Jehovah is our God.
J.R. and his family spent the next winter at Winter Quarters Missouri, on the west bank of the Missouri river. Even here education was important and a school was formed to teach the children. J. R. was too young to attend yet, but no doubt he found amusement in watching such things as thousands of head of cattle driven across the river. Good swimmers would climb on the backs of some of the strongest oxen, slapping them on the sides of their faces would guide them into the current. Soon a string of cattle would reach the other shore.
J.R.'s mother Nancy, was not in good health. When they left Winter Quarters to cross the plains she was pregnant. With two children under 3 years old, traveling in a covered wagon was very difficult. However, most of the Porter and Rich clans were in this same company including maternal and paternal grandparents. The strong among them would help bare the trials of the weak.
Along the trail the children saw many animals, but the most exciting were the buffalo. Sometimes thousands of these huge animals stampeded and would run madly across the plains, leaving the air full of dust clouds. The wagons had to stop: and there was always danger that the herd would run right across their camps. sometimes they would come so close to the wagon trains that it was difficult to keep cattle and horses from mixing into the buffalo herd.
On September 4, 1847, as they approached the Sweetwater river in the Mexican territory, (Now Wyoming) Nancy went into labor and another son, John President Jr. was born. John was named after his maternal grandfather.
With John Presidents birth, both gladness and sadness came at the same time. There had been many cases of mountain fever. J.R's grandmother, Nancy Rich, had to give up helping with the birth of the new baby and go to bed with distressing pain in her back, bones, and joints. It was attended with hot flashes, cold chills, then hot flashes again. She had contracted mountain fever.
The decision to keep moving was especially difficult for Charles C Rich, the Captain of the company. His mother was at deaths door and his sister was newly confined. The miserable condition of the sick having to ride over mountain and boulder in a wagon bed seemed inhuman, but he had no choice and the company urged their animals and wagons on. In spite of sickness, new born babies, and the myriad other things that plagued the company, the feel of winter was in the air and they knew they must not stop or they would become snowbound in the mountains, never reaching their destination. The rugged mountains and poor trails they had yet to cross would be as bad or worse than any road previously traveled.
to be continued.
J.R. was 3 years old when he, his parents, brother Sanford Jr., and most of his extended family began their journey westward. A most moving description of how the Porters would live for the next few years comes from the "Memoirs of John R. Young" "I remember hearing the ringing voice of President Brigham Young standing early in the morning in the front end of his wagon, he said"
"Attention, the camps of Israel. I propose to move forward on our journey. Let all who wish follow me; but I want none to come unless they will obey the commandments and statutes of the Lord. Cease, therefore, your contentions and backbiting, nor must there be swearing and profanity in our camps. Whoever finds anything must seek diligently to return it to the owner. The Sabbath Day must be hallowed. In all our camp, prayers should be offered up both morning and evening. If you do these things, faith will abide in your hearts; and the angels of God will go with you, even as they went with the children of Israel when Moses led them from the land of Egypt" Telling the story in retrospect, John Taylor described it this way: "We outlived the trying scenes. We felt contented and happy. The songs of Zion resounded from wagon to wagon, from tent to tent, the sound reverberated through the woods, and its echo was returned from the distant hills; peace, harmony, and contentment reigned in the habitations of the Saints. The God of Israel is with us, and as we journey, as did Abraham of old, to a distant land, we feel that, like him, we are doing the will of our Heavenly Father and relying upon his word and promises; and having his blessing, we feel that we are children of the same promise and hope, and that the great Jehovah is our God.
J.R. and his family spent the next winter at Winter Quarters Missouri, on the west bank of the Missouri river. Even here education was important and a school was formed to teach the children. J. R. was too young to attend yet, but no doubt he found amusement in watching such things as thousands of head of cattle driven across the river. Good swimmers would climb on the backs of some of the strongest oxen, slapping them on the sides of their faces would guide them into the current. Soon a string of cattle would reach the other shore.
J.R.'s mother Nancy, was not in good health. When they left Winter Quarters to cross the plains she was pregnant. With two children under 3 years old, traveling in a covered wagon was very difficult. However, most of the Porter and Rich clans were in this same company including maternal and paternal grandparents. The strong among them would help bare the trials of the weak.
Along the trail the children saw many animals, but the most exciting were the buffalo. Sometimes thousands of these huge animals stampeded and would run madly across the plains, leaving the air full of dust clouds. The wagons had to stop: and there was always danger that the herd would run right across their camps. sometimes they would come so close to the wagon trains that it was difficult to keep cattle and horses from mixing into the buffalo herd.
On September 4, 1847, as they approached the Sweetwater river in the Mexican territory, (Now Wyoming) Nancy went into labor and another son, John President Jr. was born. John was named after his maternal grandfather.
With John Presidents birth, both gladness and sadness came at the same time. There had been many cases of mountain fever. J.R's grandmother, Nancy Rich, had to give up helping with the birth of the new baby and go to bed with distressing pain in her back, bones, and joints. It was attended with hot flashes, cold chills, then hot flashes again. She had contracted mountain fever.
The decision to keep moving was especially difficult for Charles C Rich, the Captain of the company. His mother was at deaths door and his sister was newly confined. The miserable condition of the sick having to ride over mountain and boulder in a wagon bed seemed inhuman, but he had no choice and the company urged their animals and wagons on. In spite of sickness, new born babies, and the myriad other things that plagued the company, the feel of winter was in the air and they knew they must not stop or they would become snowbound in the mountains, never reaching their destination. The rugged mountains and poor trails they had yet to cross would be as bad or worse than any road previously traveled.
to be continued.
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