"James George Davis" by Esther Parker Robb

"James George Davis" 
by granddaughter Esther Parker Robb
from book "Together Again", edited by Sophia Parker Stapeley

James George DAVIES / DAVIS

Grandpa Davies was a Welshman, very sociable, a lover of music and had a very good voice and was always invited to sing whenever an occasion presented itself. The Welsh used to get together, often holding regular singing festivals (Wales). There were many good singers among them. Grandpa was always the leader. When Grandpa was leading the singing, he would always take off his hat and fold it three-cornered like and whip it back and forth across his leg, keeping time to the music, so the singers ould stay together and follow the beat of the music. One of everybody’s favorite songs that I remember him singing was the Mormon song. There were two versions. This is how they went: The Mormon Song (Sung by James George Davies) First Version:
First Verse Come Brethren and come sisters dear, I’ll sing a song your hearts to cheer; For I’m a Mormon to the bone, I’ll stick to Mormonism. Chorus For we are right and they are wrong, Truth and right to us belong; Let us all join in the song, For the Mormons shall be happy. Second Verse Sectarians say “We’ll go to Hell” And with the Devil we shall dwell; If that is so and all is well, We’ll make of Hell a Heaven. Third Verse The parson said the other day, That Miracles were done away; But poor old parson’s gone astray, So never mind the parson. Fourth Verse The hypocrits may grunt and groan, Because we sometimes sing a song; How can the Mormons hold their tongue, When we are all so happy. Second Version: First Verse Come Brethren and come sisters dear, I’ll sing a song your hearts to cheer; Though hypocrits may laugh and snear, But never mind their chanting. Chorus For we are right and they are wrong, Truth and right to us belong; Let us al join in the song, For the Mormons shall he happy. Second Verse According to sectarian creed, Of gifts and blessings there is no need; They’re satisfied on husks to feed, But ‘tis not so with the Mormons. Third Verse The parson said the other day, That miracles were done away; But poor old horse he’s gone astray; So never mind the parson. Fourth Verse Beyond the times of time and space, They think there is a Heavenly place; Where modern Christians run their race, But they never end their journey. Fifth Verse The gifts they can’t all endure, Because they are beyond their power; The grapes you know were very sour, When Reynord could not reach them. Sixth Verse Sectarians they may grunt and groan, And never cease to sigh and moan; But I’m a Mormon to the bone, And I’ll stick to Mormonism. Seventh Verse The people say we’ll go to Hell, And with the Devil we shall dwell; If that is true and all is well, We’ll make of Hell a Heaven. Another of his favorite songs was “To Zion We will Go.” I only have one verse of it. To Zion We will Go I was so very pious once, I scarce could take a joke; You see how pious I have been, By my religious coat. To Zion we will go, to Zion we will go, We’ll leave the old sectarian, And to Zion we will go. They were a happy group and it was a regular jubilee, with wine as the popular drink. Some liked it. Others drank but very little if any. Grandpa liked his wine. I recall once when I was a very small girl and Grandpa was feeling the effects of his favorite beverage, he called me to shingle his hair. I took the scissors and cut off a lock here and another there and he kept letting me cut it shorter. I kicked and gouged, obeying his orders as he called out ”Shorter! Shorter!,” So I cut it all over as short as I could. The next day when the effects of the wine had worn off and he looked at himself in the mirror, he was so ashamed of the way his head looked, he tied a red bandana handkerchief around to cover it and would not let anyone see his hair. Everybody had a good laugh. Grandpa was a missionary among the Indians. He visited with them to bring about friendly relations and learned to speak their language so he could converse with them quite friendly. They called him “Jim Davies” and were very fond of him. I remember poinkum, his squaw blind Mary, and his two Sons Wiley and Posy. When they came to town in the fall of the year they brought along their pine nuts (piñon) which they had harvested. They had the pine nuts and buckskin to sell. My father always bought a buckskin from them for use in his cobbler work, mending shoes for the family. Mary Squaw used to call at our house to ask for food, always a biscuit. Although she could not see, she recognized mother as “Jim Davies’ Papoose” and spoke of him being “Wino” (this was the Indian word meaning “Good”). Mother learned some of their language from Grandpa, and could converse with them some. “Wino” and “Tuwige-wino” were some of their expressions. I remember very well the day of my Baptism, when I was eight years old. My Grandpa was waiting there at the edge of the pool, with his team of horses all ready to take me to the ranch with him. Just as soon as I was baptized and dressed, and my extra clothes were hurriedly rolled up into a bundle (as I had no suitcase to pack them in), we took off. Grandpa didn’t have a wagon or buggy, just the team of horses and a running gear. That is where we rode, seated on the running gear behind the horses, with Grandpa singing to the top of his voice, all along the way up to the ranch. Just before we arrived, it poured down rain and we both got soaking wet, so I had my second dousing in one day. It was just like being baptized all aver again. Grandpa organized a quartet, in which he had the lead. The other three singers were Martha Williams, John D. Williams, and Henry Davis. They were very popular and almost every social occasion called for the “Welsh Quartet” to entertain the crowd. It pleased the singers to be active, as there was nothing they enjoyed better than using their voices to make harmonious music together. Later when John D. was called back to Wales on a mission, by co-incidence he met up with an elderly lady there who was a former friend of Grandpa’s. She asked John D. about “the little white curly-haired boy who was such a good child singer”. John told her that he was still living, but he was an old man with grey curly hair now, and still a Singer.
Grandpa and I used to get together for our own little singing sessions, which we both enjoyed. I played the organ e he sang, and then I would join in the singing too. Our favorite song was “A Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight”. He wanted me to make a promise that I would sing that one at his funeral.

Ancestry Chain: TR, Lark, Kirt DeMar WOOD, Laura Elizabeth PARKER, Elizabeth Ann DAVIS, James George DAVIS / DAVIES and Polly WILLIAMS.

Polly Williams Davies, By Esther Parker Robb

Polly Williams Davies, 
By granddaughter Esther Parker Robb

from book "Together Again", edited by Sophia Parker Stapele

Polly WILLIAMS DAVIS

Grandma Davies was born in Springfield, Illinois, May 28th 1838, the daughter of John Williams and Marcy Lucas. She was baptized July 10, 1857 by S. J. Holdaway and confirmed by I. C. Riddle. She and Grandpa had a large family of eleven children, six and five girls, mother being the second. Her first died at two years of age, the same year that mother was born (1859). Grandma was always ambitious, a hard worker all of her life. She ran a dairy business on her ranch on the Kanarra mountain where she made cheese and butter. Then Grandpa hauled the dairy products to Pioche, Nevada where he used to freight. I remember Grandpa and Grandma in the early days. He peddled produce of the ranch and farm to Pioche. This is the means by which they made living. Grandma left the ranch after her garden was planted. She also planted a summer garden of small vegetables as carrots, radishes, onions, peas, and pepper-cress. What vegetables they were, superior to any raised in the country. fall she always returned from the ranch with a rich supply of cheese and butter to be stored away for future use. It was such a pleasure when she opened up a section of the bedroom floor, which they used as the cellar door, and we were invited to go the storage cellar beneath their home. There she kept her cheese and butter which she stored in the big crock jars; also fat pigs which they had raised and killed themselves for their winter meat. It was such fun to see all that good food; also raspberries and gooseberries in the old glass jars, which she had worked so hard at preparing for the winter ahead. While she was living on the mountain she had many visitors dropping in on her to stay overnight. She always welcomed them with good meals and good beds to sleep in. She was always charitable and sociable. One very strong characteristic was her attentiveness toward the sick and her visits among them. It used to cheer me up when I was sick with severe sore throat and Grandma would come to see me. I always looked forward to her visits. Grandma did lots of walking over the mountain, picking berries and visiting her neighboring ranchers or sheep herders, also living on the mountain. Her worst weakness was profanity, as she was often heard swearing at the cattle and used pretty rough language at times. She had no tolerance for laziness nor immorality. She did all the work for the family, and was ambitious to the end. Until the last of her days she did her own laundry, before her last sickness. One of Grandma's big delights was to come over at dark, after her evening chores were done and scare us nearly to death with the most hair-raising stories. Some were true wild Indian stories. Others were made up ghost stories. Sometimes she got us children so upset that we were afraid to make our final trip to the outhouse before going to bed so we just ran out, with our hair standing on end, into the grass or behind the nearest bush we could find to hide behind, so we wouldn?t have to walk that long trip up by the garden in the dark. Many evenings were spent with her, listening to these stories while we sat crunching on big juicy apples while she, having very few teeth, sat scraping hers with a knife in order to eat it. Grandma didn't have the artistic talents that most women do, such as sewing, art, or music. Her talents, besides being an excellent cook, were her great ambition and her attention and generosity toward people. She made many friends during her lifetime and lived a full and happy life, with a successful and happy family.

Ancestry Chain: TR, Lark, Kirt DeMar WOOD, Laura Elizabeth PARKER, Elizabeth Ann DAVIS, James George DAVIS / DAVIES and Polly WILLIAMS.

Elaine ROBB SMITH

Elaine as a baby with her mother Esther PARKER ROBB

First cousin of Kirt DeMar WOOD, Elaine ROBB SMITH (1911-2007) was the daughter of James ROBB (1874-1966) and Esther PARKER (1886-1975). In the summer 1986 I believe we saw Elaine tap dance at PARKER family reunion held in Farragut Idaho. I have one more photo of Elaine as a young dancer I will post when I find it.

Elaine ROBB pictured as a young dancer with her brother Parker ROBB

Elaine Robb Smith, 1911-2007: She taught her moves to generations of dancers

By CAROL SMITH
P-I REPORTER

Even into her 90s, Elaine Smith could do a smooth time step, tapping her way down the hall of her adult-care facility using her walker.

Smith, who died April 7 at the age of 96, imparted her love of tap dancing to several generations of dancers and hundreds of students throughout the Seattle area, most recently to the seniors at Kent Senior Activity Center.

"She was a great teacher," said Lea Bishop, director of the center, who recalled her classes were popular and would have a dozen people at time. "The class would often go out and tap at nursing homes and retirement centers." She last taught there in 1998.
She made a few hearts skip a beat along the way as well.

Two of her students, who were in their 80s at the time, met in her senior tap class and wound up married, said her daughter, Diana Smith.

Dancing worked a similar magic throughout the elder Smith's life.
Born in Cedar City, Utah, in 1911, she was diagnosed as a child with a chronic cough from a congenital bronchial condition. Her doctors said no sports or strenuous activity, but she enrolled in ballet class against their advice. She fell in love with it.

Tap soon followed, and in 1931, she joined Dancing Masters of America, kicking up her heels doing vaudeville with such ensembles as the "Pepper Steppers" on the Pantages Circuit and with other shows.

It was true gypsy life. The performers would pack their gear in cars, with a bass strapped to the top of one of them, and caravan from city to city, Diana Smith said. For stage makeup, the women would tip their lashes with melted wax to plump them up before putting on mascara. For a girl who grew up in a Mormon family and had majored in "Home Arts" at the University of Utah, it was a great adventure.

She danced in Hollywood as well, working with choreographers for the likes of tap master Donald O'Connor, but never quite made it in the movies, her daughter said.

She eventually came to Seattle to join her brother, who worked at The Boeing Co., and during World War II, she also worked for Boeing, becoming one of the legions of women who became known as Rosie the Riveters. The aircraft maker quickly took note of her tiny dancer's physique and put her to work inspecting B-17s and B-29s.

She was small enough to climb inside the planes to check the rivets, her daughter said.
Also during that time, she was set up through her brother on a blind date with Army Air Corps Lt. Channing Lloyd Smith.

Channing Smith took her for dinner and dancing at the China Pheasant restaurant in Seattle, Diana Smith said. He got up to dance with her, and by the time they were through, well, "that was it."

"He was a very good dancer," their daughter said. They were married 54 years.
After her husband's retirement from Boeing, she "conned him" into learning to tap, and the couple loved to perform as part of a three-generation tap ensemble that included their daughter and granddaughter.

If they were going on a cruise, she would always pack the costumes, Diana Smith said. A trained seamstress, her mother made most of her own costumes, and when she wasn't on the road dancing, she earned money as a tailor, working for I. Magnin in Los Angeles and Seattle.

Still, aside from her family, dancing remained her biggest passion. Even after her eyesight faded from macular degeneration, she maintained her discipline of doing her "barre" exercises daily and working through a few "shuffle ball change" steps.

At her funeral, a half-dozen old friends and family members got up and did a lively shim sham in her honor.

"We don't do morose so well," Smith said. "Mom would have loved it."

Dear Laura, Lovinly Esther

Letter to Laura Elizabeth PARKER WOOD

1911 post card photos of James Robb and Esther Parker Robb with their daughter Elaine

Dear Laura, letter on back of both post cards from Laura's sister, Lovingly Esther, Laura had been married one year earlier and had moved from her home in Kanarraville to Hurricane, Utah. Laura's parents would make trips to Hurricane when the peaches were ripe to do canning. They would boil their bottles over an open fire. In the scorching heat of Southern Utah.

[Esther PARKER ROBB contributed many family histories which will be added to the blog]

Almeda Sophia and Samantha ROUNDY sisters and wives of John Davis PARKER

Known to the family as Little and Big Grandma Samantha ROUNDY and Almeda Sophia ROUNDY both married John Davis PARKER in the Nauvoo temple 3 Feb 1846.

Samantha ROUNDY PARKER

Almeda Sophia ROUNDY PARKER

ALMEDA SOPHIA ROUNDY PARKER (1829 - 1912)
Biography and memories by Esther Parker Robb (Granddaughter)

“Big Grandma” was the daughter of Shadrack Roundy and Betsy Quimby Roundy and mother to my father, Charles. She was born in Spafford, Onondago county, New York. Her family moved to Kirtland, Ohio, headquarters of the Church at that time, when she was seven years old (1836). She was baptized there after her eight birthday. Later they moved to Missouri where they suffered persecutions (1840). They settled in Nauvoo, where she grew up and met her future husband, John Davis Parker.

Grandma Sophia was very devoted to her older sister, Samantha, who had the misfortune of falling off a load of hay at the age of nine. This accident was blamed for her being a very frail child and she had never grown in height from that age on. When Grandpa proposed to Big Grandma, the acceptance was with the understanding that he would marry the both of them. Her mother had always said that whomever married one should also marry the other, because Samantha was not a strong child. So Grandpa did this. In 1846 he married the two sisters, “big Grandma” and “little Grandma”, these being his second and third wives, with whom he lived and emigrated west to Utah in 1852. Big Grandma was seventeen years of age at the time of her marriage. [John D. Parker was 46 years old] She had ten children altogether, but only five who lived to marriageable age. My father Charles, the fourth child, was the only son to live his full life with his four sisters as companions.

Grandmas lived were so welded that wherever you saw one, you usually saw the other, exception that Grandma Sophia ran around more than Grandma Samantha, as she did the chores outside, such as milking the cows and caring for the chickens, while Grandma Samantha did the house work. Their company was much sought after. The younger generation liked to go to their home and visit and hear them relate their many interesting experiences.

The social life at that time included invitations to quilting parties and weddings in which Grandmas were both active. They were ambitious at a sewing, spinning and weaving. They were also attentive to the sick, spending much of their time in caring for them. One neighbor and friend of Grandmas converted herself to the Gospel by observing the way they lived. They were so faithful that she knew for sure that they must have been fight and she was convinced enough to join the Church herself.

In 1891 Grandpa died at age 92 leaving his two wives and family. But with Charles’ help and with their many experiences. They were well able to carry on. As they had always been used to hard work and much responsibility. The warm affection of these two sister companions, sharing the responsibilities of their home and family, lasted throughout their lives.

Both Grandmas spent their last years with Sophia’s daughter, Malinda at her ranch. Little Grandmas died as a result of a stroke. Big Grandma died in 1912 at the age of 83.

[Esther Parker Robb (1886-1975) was the daughter of Charles Parker (1853-1935). Esther live most of her first 26 years living next door to Big and Little Grandmas in Kanarraville, Utah.]

Believed to be the home of John Davis PARKER in Kanarraville, Utah Sophia and Samantha ROUNDY PARKER on left the names of the mother and child on right are not known.

The Life of a Utah Pioneer
Written by Malinda Parker (daughter)
Salt Lake City, December 15, 1930

Almeda Sophia Roundy Parker, a pioneer of 1852, was a woman of faith and endurance; loyal and sympathetic to others. She was blessed with ten children and shared with her sister the love and companionship of her husband in plural marriage. In the exodus from Nauvoo to winter Quarters, Iowa, she shared the sorrow of the death of two of her brother’s wives, their death being caused by the persecutions of the mob, each leaving two little boys. She aided in caring for four little orphans until one of them died and was taken back for burial beside its mother at Nauvoo.

President young advised her and her husband to remain at Winter Quarters where he could manufacture wagons for the Saints to emigrate across the plains to Utah. For five you ear he worked at this occupation, then they suffered a burnout, burning the workshop and hundreds of dollars worth of oils, paints and wagon timber in seasoning. Soon after the loss by the fire they started across the plains with Abraham D. Smoot’s company. Occasionally they met with a buffalo stampede, causing them much anxiety and fear, but little damage. The women would walk along beside the ox-teams toward the close of day and gather buffalo chips with which to build a fire to cook supper, as wood was unknown of the plains. While on the prairie, the dreaded disease of cholera broke out among the Saints. There was a family by the name of Allen who traveled in the wagon next to Sophia’s and with whom she had become very friendly. Early one morning the father of this family came in from guard duty drenched with rain and shivering with cold. Sophia heard the first death groan from his lips and knew the warning of cholera. In a moment she was at the bedside aiding in soothing his pain, but all that friends could do for him was in vain. And he passed to the great beyond, leaving his wife and ten fatherless children to move on westward without a Father’s guidance. Another grave was dug and another stone placed to mark the trail of the Utah Pioneers. They moved on to the valley -- the widow and Sophia proved to be the closest friends.

Pioneering did not cease in the valley for Sophia. She traveled on from place to place with her husband as he was called to settle new places confronting pioneer life. In the early 1860’s during the Indian war, she buried a son and daughter in the wilds of southern Utah, from the treacherous disease of Scarlet Fever. Their requiem was the howl of the lonely wolf and the whoop of the wild savage. Soon after this great sorrow, her eldest son, 19, a noble youth, was called to the other side. Eight days after his burial she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who greatly comforted her through the trials of pioneer life. In the course of a few years, death claimed another daughter 15 years of age. Finally, her husband died leaving her one son and four daughters, all of whom were grown. A decade or so passed when her devoted and trusted sister left her. This caused her to be very lonely and she exclaimed shortly before her death, “I can repeat the words of Job, ’Oh Lord, why hast Thou forsaken me?’ I wish I could go with my family and friends and meet with the prophet Joseph.” to her he was the ideal Prophet and Seer of whom she ever bore testimony through life. She was a true Latter-day Saint, with an abiding testimony of the Gospel; not aspiring, not ostentatious, a mild amiable and loving mother; a woman of true pioneer history. She died at the age of 84 years at the home of her eldest daughter in Southern Utah.

[Malinda PARKER ROUNDY (1851-1937) was the pioneer daughter of John Davis PARKER and Almeda Sophia ROUNDY]

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So many years later we and Sophia's gr. gr. gr. gr. grandchildren wish Esther had written down the many life experiences her grandmother had told the "younger generation."

Charles PARKER and Elizabeth Ann DAVIS children

Photo History of Charles PARKER and Elizabeth Ann DAVIS nine children

1989 Charles Jr., Esther, Zina, Laura

1897 back: Zina, Esther, Charles Jr, front: Laura, Charles PARKER Sr, with Sophia in front, John D (Dee), Elizabeth Ann DAVIS, baby Samantha A. (Lena), 

Zina Ett PARKER

Laura Elizabeth PARKER b. 1889 Kanarraville, UT -
m. John Andrew WOOD 1910 St. George, UT - raised 7 children in Hurricane
and Salt Lake City - Her Occupation Home maker and Hotel Utah Laundry worker -
widowed for 38 years - d. 1770 Salt Lake City, UT - buried Hurricane, UT

Samantha Ahlena PARKER b. 1897 Kanarraville, UT - m. Noel Basil WILLIAMS 1913 Parawan, UT - raised 8 children in Kanarraville - Occupation Home maker - d. 3 Sep 1981 Ceder City, UT

and
Sophia PARKER b. 1894 - m. William Berry STAPLEY 1920 St. George, UT raised 6 children in Castle Gate and Provo - Her Occupation Cook BYU dorms - d. 1986 Alameda CA

Esther PARKER b. 1886 Kanarraville, UT - m. James ROBB Parawan - raised 2 children Cedar City, Salt Lake City, Idaho, Washington - d. 1975 Renton, WA - buried Seattle, WA

Back: Charles PARKER Jr. b.1884 Kanarraville, UT - m. Emiah Venita EVANS 1907 Kanarraville, UT - raised 4 children all born in Kanarraville - d.1960
Front: Esther and Laura PARKER about 1905

Ray Cecil PARKER b. 1901 - Occupation Horse trainer - no children - d. 1994
and
Bruce Fayette PARKER b. 1903 - m. Florence OLSEN 1942 - Occupation Lawer - no children - d. 1983 Logan, UT

front left: Sophia PARKER
and (cousins) Luella WILLIAMS, Florence WILLIAMS, May WILLIAMS

Laura Elizabeth PARKER WOOD

back; back- Zina Ett, John Davis, Sophia, Ray Cecil, Charles, Laura. 

middle-Charles PARKER Sr., Bruce Fayette, Elizabeth Ann DAVIS PARKER,

front- Samantha Ahlena, Esther.

Four Generations 1905

standing: Zina Ett PARKER b. 1882 Kanarraville, UT - m. William Wallace POLLOCK 1902 St. George, UT - Raised 9 children in Kanarraville, Cedar City, Castle Gate, Salt Lake City - Willowed 38 years - d. 1962 Provo, UT.
Zina's children Rhea and Clement POLLOCK, her father Charles PARKER Sr. (1853-1935), Charles' mother Big Grandma Alemda Sophia ROUNDY PARKER (1829-1912) and Sophia's sister Little Grandma Samantha ROUNDY PARKER (1824-1906)

Sophia PARKER

front: John Davis PARKER b. 1891 Kanarraville, UT - m. Effa Mariah MULLINER 1915 St. George, UT raised 6 children in Kanarraville and California - d. 1960,
and Addley WOOD

Believed to be the wedding celebration for John Davis PARKER and Effa Mariah MULLINER in Kannaraville, UT they were married 1 June 1915 St. George, UT. Seated on the right are "Dee" parents Charles PARKER Sr. and Elizabeth Ann DAVIS. One can assume the parents of Effa are standing on the left they are Margrette Allena DAVIES and Robert Madison MULLINER.

Because of the DAVIES/DAVIS relationship of their mothers John Davis PARKER and Effa Mariah MULLINER are third cousins as well as spouses. Their common ancestors are George MORRIS and Catherine ANTHONY.

left - Zina Ett PARKER POLLOCK (1882-1962),
right - Laura Elizabeth PARKER WOOD (1889-1970)
photo taken abt 1955 at 2825 S. 8th East, Salt Lake City, Duplex
built and owned by Kirt DeMar WOOD and family,
north side was home of Laura Elizabeth PARKER WOOD.

PARKER brothers about 1960
Charles Jr., John Davis ("Dee"), Ray Cecil, Bruce Fayette ("Fay")

Zina, Charles Jr., Laura, John Davis, Sophia, Alena, Fay

Charles PARKER and Elizabeth Ann DAVIS family

See history of Elizabeth Ann DAVIS PARKER
[Charles PARKER history to be added]

Photo History the Charles PARKER family

Charles PARKER Sr. (1853-1935) and
Elizabeth Ann DAVIS PARKER (1859-1927)

parents of nine children all born in Kanarraville, Iron, Utah

Charles PARKER Jr., Esther PARKER, Zina Ett PARKER, Laura Elizabeth PARKER 1889

back- Zina, Esther, Charles Jr.,
front- Laura, father Charkes PARKER Sr. with Sophia, John Davis,
mother Elizabeth Ann, baby Ahlena,
1897
[Cecil and Fay not yet born]

front- "Lena", Esther,
middle-Charles PARKER Sr., "Fay",
Elizabeth Ann DAVIS PARKER,
back- Zina, "Dee", "Sophi", Cecil, Charles, Laura.

Zina Ett P. POLLOCK, Charles PARKER Jr.,
[not pictured-Esther P. ROBB],
Laura Elizabeth P. WOOD, John Davis PARKER,
Sophia P. STAPLEY, Samantha Ahlena P. WILLIAMS,
[not pictured-Ray Cecil PARKER],
Bruce Fayette PARKER.

Charles PARKER b. 30 Dec 1853 Centerville, Utah - son of John Davis PARKER b. 22 Nov 1799 Saratoga, New York and Almena Sophia ROUNDY b. 7 Mar 1829 spafford, New York
Elizabeth Ann DAVIS b. 8 Jan 1859 Old Fort Harmony, UT daughter of James George DAVIS/DAVIES b. 6 Nov 1832 Carmarthen, WALES and Polly WILLLIAMS b. 28 May 1838 Springfield, Illionis.