Saturday, October 26, 2013

Pictures of Children of Samuel and Mary Jane Hepworth

I have many pictures of this family given to me by a third cousin Leroy.   Samuel and Mary Jane are his great grandparents.  Connecting with a cousin and sharing ancestor pictures and life histories is the highlight in doing Family Search.  Thank you Lee.

The top picture is father Samuel Hepworth and his only son Samuel LeRoy Hepworth the third child born on 10 July 1881.  Notice little Sam's serious face. The next picture is Samuel LeRoy with his younger sister Rilla.  Rilla is a nickname for Aurelia who was born two years after LeRoy on 25 June 1883. The bottom picture of the sweetest faces are sisters Ella born 29 April 1877 and her older sister Hettie Irene born 21 December 1885.  All were born in Salt Lake City and lived in a house located next to their grandparents Thomas and Mary Hepworth at 739 W 200 N.  Today the address is 739 W 100 N. 

 Ella the second daughter died just before she turned eight years old.  Just today I found her death record in the Utah Death Register, 1847-1966 on  The record stated she died from Diphtheria.   Her older sister Hettie would be almost ten, Samuel LeRoy was almost four and sister Rilla was not quite two.  

Then almost five years later little Rilla died of Spinal Meningitis on 3 January 1890. Also, found today in the 
Utah Death Register/ 
Sister Hettie just turned fourteen and Samuel LeRoy was eight years old. 
Was she sick during Christmas? Or was this a sudden sickness for Rilla? 
What heartache this must have been for the Hepworth family. 


Sunday, October 13, 2013

Samuel Hepworth and Mary Jane Powell Married in 1874

The question is; how did this couple meet?  I would love to know the answer. Not just this couple but, all my ancestors.  

This is Samuel Hepworth, the second child and first son born to Thomas and Mary Hepworth.  Sam was the one born on the Mormon Trial at Wood River Nebraska. (There are records that put his place of birth as  Pottawatomie Council Bluffs, Iowa)  It is true that the wagon train stopped at Wood River for Mary to give birth, then within a few hours the wagon train continued on their journey.  It was 3 July 1852. He became a butcher; one of the sons of his father's business Thomas Hepworth and Sons  butcher shop. 

Mary Jane Powell was born in St. Louis, Missouri to John Powell Jr. and Margaret Thomas.  John and Margaret were born in Llanelly, Carmarthinshire Wales.  They were married in Wales and four of their eight children were born there.  The family joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints on 23 July 1847.  On 17 October 1850 (163 Years ago this month) the family sailed on the ship Joseph Badger  for America.  "They arrived in New Orleans 22 Nov. 1850 and on the way up the Mississippi River the father took sick with Malaria Fever.  When he regained his health his means were exhausted and he went to work in a coal mine."  (From the History of John Powell and Family by Margaret S.P. Davis, daughter 25 Sep 1932 via Leroy Brown)

Eleven years after coming to America living in St. Louis, Missouri and Genoa, Nebraska the Powell family crossed the plains in 1861.  Mary Jane was six years old.  Her family came with with the Job Pingree Co.   and arrived in Salt Lake City on 15 Sep 1861.  Her parents settled in St Johns,Utah.

Sam was twenty two years old and Mary Jane was twenty when they were married in Salt Lake on 30 Nov. 1874.    Sam and Mary Jane were the parents of four children.  Only two lived to adulthood.  Their second child Ella died just before she turned eight years old.  Their fourth child Aurelia died at age six. Their first child was Hettie Irene born 21 Dec 1875 and their third child Samuel LeRoy was born 10 July 1881.    More on this family will continue.   


Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Gypsy Kidnapping (Maybe)/Listening to the Spirit

   Earl and I are back from our trip to Europe.  Countries we visited were; Turkey, Romania, Hungry, Austria and Czech Republic.  This was a seventeen day tour which was a stretch for us.  Usually on the tenth day of a vacation we are ready to come home.  However, we endured well.  Eighty three people made up our tour group of two bus loads. We had wonderful tour guides that helped make our trip well worthwhile. And of course we met some very interesting people. 
   I am going to make an exception on my blog and write a story about me that I think is worth writing about. (Being, my blog is almost always about deceased people)
  While in Romania our bus went passed a Gypsy settlement on our way to the Hunedoara Castle in the Transylvania Alps. This is one of the houses we saw.  In fact the whole settlement was house after house (huge houses) similar to this one, only different colors.  It was

explained to us by our Romanian guide that Romanians aren't very fond of gypsies   The village we passed there was a creek that separated the Romanian
 Village from the Gypsy Village.  Gypsies earn money from the craft of doing tin work like what you see that adorns this house and by illegal means. No more said.    

       I remember dressing up like a gypsy for Halloween when I was very young.  I loved the vivid colors, the full skirt and blouse and would tie a scarf on my head with the knot at the nap of my neck. My mom would let me wear red lipstick and for earrings I wore gold mason jar rings from my mother's canning jars and several of these rings on both arms for bracelets. Gypsy life seemed so exciting to me; traveling around the country in trailers that were covered with designs painted in every color and hue of the rainbow.    
  Then I remembered the day I was actually invited to come into a gypsy camp. 
   I was about nine or ten years old which would be about 1951 or 52 when the County Fair and Carnival was in town.  
The fair grounds was just a short distance from Lincoln School and I had planned to meet my dad after school and we were going to walk to the Fair/Carnival together.  Dad was Principal of the Jerome Jr. High that was across the street and a half a block to the south.  When I got to his office I found he was delayed with school business and it would be a while before he was free to go.  I coaxed him into letting me go by myself and I would meet him by the Ferris Wheel.
   I didn't enter the main gate to the carnival, I used the entrance where all the carnival people would make their temporary homes.  Just inside the gate and to my left was a Gypsy Camp.  But what caught my immediate attention was the most beautiful baby boy sitting in a high chair.  (I loved babies)  I stopped and stared and even took a few steps towards him. Their was no in the area around him then I saw several women in the background around their living quarters.  In a flash a young girl, probably in her teens, took the baby out of the high chair and put him in my arms.  I was surprised and didn't know what say.  Then in the next second two older women spoke to me saying "come In" and with a friendly motion of their hands motioned to me towards the tent.  I remember feeling instant fear and without saying a word I put the baby in the girls arms turned and quickly walked away wishing my dad was with me.  My dad was very calm when I told him what happened and of course said I did the right thing that I had listened to my protecting spirit the Holy Ghost.  
   Soon after, my Grandfather Perrins came to visit us as he often did.  Grandfather loved to tell stories and had many to tell and kept people entertained every where he went.  When I told him what had happened to me he listened carefully and was charmed with my story.   
"Did I tell you about my granddaughter, Renee?"  he would say to friends and relatives.  "The day she was almost kidnapped by the Gypsies?"  Of course grandfather had a knack of embellishing his stories and I'm sure his version was a lot more interesting than the one I told him.