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(This poem was given at the Roundy Family Reunion held July 22nd, 1947 in Salt Lake City)
One hundred years have rolled away,
Grandfather Shadrach, since that day
That you and the members of that brave band
First set your feet on this barren land.
You came in advance of Brigham Young.‘‘ere that famous phrase had rolled from his tongue,
And we learn you engaged in a plowing race!
How did you know “This was the place?”
How did you feel, when you first beheld
This desert valley, all sagebrush-filled?
And stretching out there in the summer sun, without even a tree-oh yes, just one!
Did it look like a haven, a promised land?
Did it fit with the future that you had planned for your sons and daughters, and theirs sons, too?
Or did that desolation that met your view,
Shake for a moment your new-found faith
In the Prophet you’d guarded before his death?
In the gospel message that you had heard?
In the leader, Brigham’s promised word?
I look in the eyes of your pictured face,
At the character lines that the wrinkles trace,
And I see there a vision and depth of soul
That could see past these things to a farther goal.
Courage and faith are written there,
And determination, and power to share
In the labor and hardships that must be made.
And I’m sure you were dauntless and unafraid.
They recognized your sterling worth,
Those leaders who gave our gospel birth:
Aid to the prophet, his body-guard, friend, he gave you his trust to the very end.
And proven and tried, Brigham honored you, too,
With responsibilities placed on you.
Captain of fifty, high council-man,
A leader among your fellowman,
A leader, a servant, a friend to all,
With valiance and courage you answered each call,
You plowed and planted, and builded and schemed,
And you served your fellows, and you prayed, and dreamed,
And you conquered the desert with sweat and toil,
And an Eden sprang from the barren soil
An Eden that most of us now call home,
And that beckons us back, where’er we may roam.
Grandfather Shadrach, could you be near,
And see your posterity gathered here,
As you looked us over, how would you feel?
I can’t help but wonder what thoughts would steal
Into your mind. Would you feel a joy
As you looked at each person, each girl and boy,
Each man and woman that are your seed?
I think you would. You’d rejoice, indeed,
To see this assemblage gathered here, To honor you, and your name revere.
And perhaps you’d say, “here is my reward
For my years of labor and toil so hard,
For my faith and courage, and vision true.”
Yes, Grandfather Shadrach, I think that you
Would be proud of us, as we are of you.
by Vilate R. McAllister
[Boxes full of family history are such a blessing. This poem was among
my grandmother Laura's things, long lost in a basement. She died in 1970 and I found the box in about 1997, ten years after her son my father had died. My mother said I could have it if I was
interested. This box has been a great blessing to me and my family history. Lark]
written by Elizabeth Schoenfeld (staff writer), Deseret News, 28 June 1981
Shadrach Roundy plowed the soil and planted crops in Salt Lake Valley the day before
Brigham Young and the rest of his company of pioneers entered “the place which God prepared.”
At 11:30 a.m. on July 23, 1847, the advance party staked off a little farm. At noon, three
plows were digging up the soil. At 2 p.m., a dam was constructed across City Creek.
Potatoes, beans, corn, buckwheat and turnips were planted. There was not time to waste
as July was late for these crops. Roundy was one of the oldest pioneers to come to the great Basin that summer. He was
58 years old and was older than the Prophet Joseph Smith, older than Brigham Young and most
of the other Mormon leaders.
From his baptism in the first year of the organization of The Church of Jesus Christ of
Latter-day Saints to his death in July 1872, he could be heard telling of his faith during the early
days of persecution, the five times he crossed the plains and his role in the settlement of the
Roundy had been a close friend of the Prophet and was mentioned more than 30 times in
[Joseph] Smith’s personal diary. Roundy had been called a bishop by revelation and his name
appears in the 124th Section of the Doctrine and Covenants.
An historian described Roundy as “fully 6 feet tall, raw-boned and muscular, weighing
slightly less than 200 pounds.” Another wrote, “He was exceptionally amiable and greatly
enjoyed conversation. He had a vivid, active mind and an unusually good memory.”
When he was 24 or 25, he married Betsy Quimby and they were the parents of 10
children.She had the qualifications of a New England lady — gentle, refined, intelligent, longsuffering,
patient. “She endured hardships cheerfully,” a historian wrote.
The Roundy family was generous with time, love and money.
They followed their faith from Fayette, N.Y., to Kirtland, Ohio, to Nauvoo, Ill., and other
areas where they were needed.
On May 7, 1835, members of the church presidency laid their hands on the heads of 119
men who had consecrated their property and labor to build the Kirtland Temple. Roundy was the
33rd man to receive the blessing.
On Jan. 29, 1839, when Brigham Young was leading the Saints from Missouri, many of
the leaders entered into a covenant to stand by and assist one another and “never desert the poor
who are worthy.” The Covenant was signed by 380 stalwarts and Shadrach Roundy was the ninth
person to sign.
Not only was Roundy a bodyguard for Joseph Smith, he was the Prophet’s guard and
assistant aide-de-camp on his staff. On several occasions, Roundy accompanied him to
Monmouth, Carthage and other towns in Illinois, while Joseph stood trial.
Two days before leaving Nauvoo for Carthage, on May 24, 1844, the Prophet wrote in his
journal: “I had a long talk with Edward Hunter, my brother Hyrum, Dr. Richards, William
Marks, Almon W. Babbit, Shadrach Roundy, Edward Romney and other, and concluded not to
keep out of the way of the officers any longer.”
On special occasions in Nauvoo and Springfield, when parties had been held almost
exclusively for church officials, Roundy and his wife were also invited, although Roundy did not
hold a high church office.
Among his accomplishments, Roundy became a captain of 50 on the trek west. He served
as bishop of the Fifth Ward in Winter Quarters. In August 1847, he was assigned to head a
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company to return to Winter Quarters to bring another group of pioneers west. He became one of
12 men appointed to the first high council in Salt Lake City. During the latter part of his life he
was a patriarch.
Roundy was a merchant and instrumental, with others, in the establishment of ZCMI. He
always considered Salt Lake City his home.
While their own children were growing up and leaving, the Roundys opened their home
to other children. Betsy Quimby raised two orphan boys. Then she took in several girls, of which
two were her own motherless granddaughters.
In 1859, orphaned Lydia Ann Wright, still a baby, was taken into the Roundy home. She
lived with them until she was 16 years old and capable of earning her own living.
At 16, she was presented with a sugar bowl, the only preserved possession of her mother. Shadrach died at 83, Betsy at 87. They are buried side by side in the Salt Lake City
Ancestry Chain: TR, Lark, Kirt DeMar WOOD 1923-1987, Laura Elizabeth PARKER 1889-1971, Charles PARKER 1853-1935, Almeda Sophia ROUNDY 1829-1912, Shadrach ROUNDY 1789-1872.
From the Biography of Riley Garner Clark, Sr. husband of Amanda Williams who was daughter of Marcy Jane Lucus and John Williams. The call was made for five hundred Mormon volunteers to serve their country in the war with Mexico, and Riley Garner and his oldest brother, Joseph, enlisted in Company A, Iowa Mormon Battalion Volunteers, July 16, 1846, under the command of General Kearney. President Brigham Young promised the Mormon boys who enlisted in the army that if they would be faithful to their God, they would not be required to fight, which promise was fulfilled. Thus, the fighting was either ahead of or behind them.
White on their march to San Diego, California, they endured many hardships. At one time they marched all day, both men and teams, without water. The last of their provisions gone, beefs were killed and that was their only food. Great suffering was experienced by the Battalion boys through exposure as many were poorly clad and destitute of tents and wagon covers. Sickness was prevalent in the camps and great numbers of them died, but they never wavered in their purpose. A song “The Lonesome Howling Wolves” was composed by one of the members of the group and was sung over the graves of those that had died. The chorus was as follows: “We burnt ashes and coal over the graves to hide them from the savages and the lonesome howling wolves.”
Father used to sing this to his children. As he sang the chorus he used the carpenter saw, and by running his fingers up the blade, he demonstrated the howling of the wolves. Father also sang the chorus of another song which went: “How hard to starve and wear us out upon this sandy desert route.”
I was only eight years old when my father died, but I can remember well his being a kind and loving father, telling us children stories about his adventures in the Battalion and singing us the songs which were composed while there.
After a long and perilous journey they arrived in California January 29, 1847. Their camp was located a mile below the Catholic Mission and some four or five miles from the seaport town of San Diego. They served one year in San Diego, after which they were honorably released. While there, they were permitted to visit many places of interest; among them were the old mission home at San Diego, the old San Gabriel Mission at Los Angeles, and other such places.
General Kearney was more than pleased with his Mormon boys. He lifted his hat with martial pride and said, “Over the Alps Napoleon went, but these men crossed the Continent.” It was the greatest mark of infantry in the history of the world. Their return trip was made by way of the Southern route. Here again they endured many hardships.
While crossing the desert they suffered so from the heat and lack of water that their tongues would become dry, parched, and swollen. After a rain, which was welcomed happily, they would run to puddles of water, lie down and drink to quench their burning thirst. Their feet became sore and bleeding, which made it very difficult to travel.
Riley Garner Clark and his brother Joseph joined their parents who had immigrated to Utah in Heber C. Kimball’s company in Provo on September 24, 1848.
John WOOD Jr. (1858-1931) / Sarah Jane GIBSON (1863-1936) holding John Andrew WOOD (1883-1932)
John Jr. and Sarah's children.
Oldest to youngest in picture taken abt 1897:John 'Andrew' Wood (1883-1932), Ether (1889-1974), Ivie (1891-1985), William Erwin (1893-1969), Claudius (1896-1944). Not pictured: Ellen May (1885-1886) and Pearl Ann (1887-1887), Clarence (1899-1955) and Josephine (1902-1902).
Pipe Springs 1891
John Jr. remembered climbing upon the chicken coop in Lehi, Utah to watch Johnston's Army March by when they left Utah.
John Jr. played the fiddle and spoke Pauite. One of the Dulcimers made by John Wood Sr. in on display at the Pipe Springs Arizona National Monument. Johns parents had come to Utah from England. He was born in Lehi moved to Virgin Utah as a child moved to Long Valley, Nevada, Duncan, Utah then back to Grafton Utah. He lived in Rose Valley, Nevada. John with his brother George Henry moved to Pipe Springs Arizona to work at braking horses. Then moved back to Grafton. John ranched on Kolob Mountain summers (starting in 1900). The family built and lived in Hurricane, Utah (1906).
Left: George Andrew Gibson, George Cropper, Joe Scow. standing-Toby (Indian), standing-Jess Lemon, Pete Warnick, Dave Ballard and John Wood Jr.
#5 Will Isom home (Bishop and brother in-law to John Wood Jr), #10 Tithing house, #15 Blacksmith shop, #17 original John Wood home, #18 John Wood sr. Home (George Andrew Gibson brother in-law to John Wood Jr - lives with Wood Sr), #19 John Wood Sr. barn, #20 George Henry Wood home ('Nen'), #22 Grafton Church/School, #23 Mosasses mill, #32 John Wood Jr. home, #33 Sorghum mill, Cemetery location shown.
FromEther Wood (1889-1974) History: [In Grafton we lived in a two room frame house about three fourths of a block from the one room adobe schoolhouse and church.] My grandfather's house was across the street west. His house is still standing in Grafton [as of 2016]. In 1911 Andrew moved my Fathers house and barn to Hurricane and lived in it until he died and his family moved to Salt lake City about 1932. ...[Just north from the rocky hill] was my fathers blacksmith shop.
From Ether Wood History: The Expression "The river", meant Springdale, Rockville, Grafton, Duncan, and Virgin. My father had the first Grain binder on the river. It took three horses to pull it. It would cut the grain and tie it in bundles with twine. The grain was never stacked in the field, it was hauled to town and stacked in round stacks. My Father [John Wood Jr.] and Uncles, George Gibson, 'Nen' Wood and Will Isom [the Bishop and husband of my mothers sister] had the first threshing machine on the river also. They threshed all the grain on the river. The Thresher had two parts. (1) the separator and (2) the horsepower [10 horses in 5 teams]....
During the early 1890's the men of Grafton donated their time and work to make a road up the Grafton Mountain, south of town.... This mountain road was so steep it really worked a team of horses to pull an empty wagon up and one of my fathers trips for wood on Gooseberry Mountain I went with him. When we arrived at the top of the mountain he stopped and made me get off and walk. He had what he called a "shoe" he had made to put under the rear wheel and chained it to the rack side. It slid down the mountain and he wouldn't have to brake very much. [This trip the "shoe" had been forgotten.] He hadn't gone far, [me following on foot] when the link which supported the brake bar to the rack side broke and turned him loose with no brake at all and the horses trying to out run the wagon made so much dust I couldn't see the road. I groped along as fast as I could when I came to where the wood, including the rack and rear axle and wheels had gone over thee rock call on the lower side. I looked among the scattered wood for my father but couldn't see him. When the dust cleared I could see him down the road. The ranch which holds the front and rear axles together had broken and the front axle pulled out and the horses continued on with the front axle. [The horses were going so fast when they came to the S turn they they not able to make the turn] and went straight on through the rocks.... It was a miracle that my father survived.
From Ether Wood History: In 1906 we moved to Hurricane. Although we lived in a tent with a board floor and walls for six years. We built a barn, stable and corral, fenced the lot and field, and worked on the canal.
John Wood Jr. barn built in Grafton and move board by board to Hurricane by son Andrew in 1911. Stood near the Hurricane house into the 1970's.
John Wood Jr.
John Jr. help buitd the St. George Temple by hauling lumber by wagon. He and Sarah Jane Gibson were later married in the St. George Temple.
John worked at several trades. He was in the hauling business using wagons with teams of horses. He and his brother George Henry Wood "Nen" broke horses. "Nen" died from a horse falling on top of him. Like his father he was also a blacksmith and a farmer. John was an owner in the co-op Threshing Company. John and his son John Andrew Wood helped build the Hurricane Canal. John was a rancher on Kolob Mountain. John served as counselor in the Grafton Bishopric 1887-1907. He served as a Justice of the Peace and a County Commissioner.
From Ether Wood History: About the turn of the century my father bought a ranch on Kolob mountain from Moses Gibson. It was on big Creek about a mile up the valley from what is now Kolob reservoir. We lived there many years in the summer and dairyed, our milk cows were range cattle and were quite hard to break to milking. We would lasso them and snub them to the fence, quite often when we turned them loose we would have to go under or over the fence to keep from getting a horn in the seat of our pants.... My Father kept horses and cattle on the ranch from early spring until late fall.
Kolob Ranch 1916
From center: Augusta, Sarah Jane, Iona, John Jr., Parker 1916
men by horses possible 1916 Andrew, Ether,
Fixing the Step on the Kolob cabin.
Andrew, John Jr., Sarah Jane, Parker
1918 Ranch at Kolob.
Ellen (1918-1934), Iona (1914-2006) (daughters of Ether Wood) and Parker (1913-1983) (son of John 'Andrew' Wood) in the Kolob potato patch.
On back of photo: L.S.T.34 Daydock, Consolidated Corp. October 1945 San Pedro, Calif.
Yes, she is too big-longer than a football field. Higher up than it looks too. Big loaded Army trucks can go thru that mouth. guns are all off at this "setting." Big daydoch too.
K.D.Wood very back with hat straight over forehead
Dee and Lex
Dee and Lex
These brothers saw each other only once During the War.
On back of photo: June 17, 1945. Yes, 'dis is me. no, this is not the same picture as the other one with only me. I hope you like these "pix." Army shoes. Yes, that's my adam's apple - whose esle do you think it is or could Be? The flag is a church flad (a cross). Notice in other pictures. All my Heart "Dee"
The 3 PhM's L.S.T.34
July 14 1945 At Sea
on back of photo: 3 pals July 14 1945
Hayden - Davenport, Iowa
Irwin DuBois, PA
Wood, S.L.C, Utah
Wood, Hayden July 14 1945
[I believe that Ken Hayden became a minister, the Wood family visited Iowa about 1957, a few years later Hayden passed away.]
On back of photo: "Court", "Woody", Irwin July 14 1945. At Sea. On Way Back to States. [Courtney, Wood, Irwin]