Andrew and Anna Maria Peterson – Before the Wind

petersonandrewannaAndrew Peterson was surely heartbroken when his sister Johanna was thrown from a buggy, her dress caught in the wheel, and dragged to death. A heckling mob had frightened the horse, persecutors of the Denmark Mormons. Instead of giving up, the spirit of truth urged Andrew on, he taught the Gospel for a number of years. Then in faith he accepted a mission call to his home country of Sweden where he met and taught widow Greta Pherson and her daughter Anna Maria. Like Andrew, Anna Maria felt the truth, embraced the covenant of baptism and joined Andrew and his family for immigration to America following his release. They travelled from Copenhagen to the major seaport Hamburg and boarded the ship Athena with the saints. Before heading to the North Sea on the river Elbe, the captain needed more room for passengers. He learned that there were six couples engaged to be married. Calling them together he told them he had the authority to marry them and if they would allow this he would have the cooks prepare wedding cakes for each couple and all they could hope for in a wedding dinner. This way he would have six extra beds. Each couple chose to marry including Andrew and Anna Maria. They travelled by sea, rail, and wagon finally settling in Lehi Utah, true to their faith and advocates for Scandinavian saints that would follow.

(Below, listen to the song about this story)

(Story by Kenneth Hardman, adapted from, Losee, Ferril A., The Losee Family History, Ancestors and Descendants of Lyman Peter Losee and Mary Ann Peterson, Nov. 2000. Photo provided by Elynn P Badger)

Song – Before the Wind
Written by: Joan (Losee) Hardman (2nd great-grand-daughter of Andrew and Anna)
Music: based on the Wexford Carol

Listen to the song performed by the Hardman Pioneer Band

Lyrics:
In a home far away in Swedish land,
The Book of Mormon was placed into my hand.
As the pages were read, I felt in my heart,
A sweet assurance and a brand new start.

The scorn of the men was readily near.
My sisters life taken, a result of their jeers.
Though painful the trials, I felt His hand.
And served a mission in my native land.

So before the wind, we set sail on the sea,
Crossing over the ocean e’er on bended knee.
We ask of the Lord, Ne’er leave us alone,
On Zion’s journey to our new mountain home.

The elder who once brought us the truth,
Became my sweetheart, the love of my youth.
We sold all we had, for a handful of coins
In eternal marriage some day we would join.

On a crowded ship our captain said,
If I wed you this evening, there’ll be one extra bed.
So marry we did, and hand in hand,
We faced together a foreign land.

So before the wind, we set sail on the sea,
Crossing over the ocean e’er on bended knee.
We ask of the Lord, Ne’er leave us alone,
On Zion’s journey to our new mountain home.

(For an account of the Athena crossing, see https://user.xmission.com/~nelsonb/ship_desc.htm#athena)

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2016 – 10 Most Read AncestorClips

2016mostreadancestorclipsThanks for reading AncestorClips in 2016 – Click below and enjoy again the most read stories. Stand by for more inspiring stories in 2017.

Abraham and Elizabeth Coon – Ever Faithful
Ardella Elizabeth Anderson – The Greatest Scare of my Life
Rachel Ault Elton – Escaping Shipwreck
Myrtle and Edna Elton – About Pigs, Giggles, and a #3 Bath Tub
Lehi Nephi Hardman – A Skillet and a brown-eyed Lass
George Ault (1871 – 1878) – The Drowning of Little Georgie
Sidney Lehi Hardman – Tougher than Stitches
George Clark and Elizabeth Phoebe Rye Morris
Jacob Hardman – Horses and Homesteads
Andrew Fredrick Losee – Teacher and Farmer
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Ferril Andrew Losee – Runaway Horses

ferrilloseeteen“One day when… 14 years old, I was on top of a load of hay. In crossing over a bridge some of the hay was grassy and moved on me. I put the reins to the horses over the ladder and went back with a pitch fork to straighten the hay. The horses lunged forward and pulled the reins off of the ladder. Then, they ran down a hill, pulling the wagon with them. I could not guide or stop them. They ran faster and faster… I jumped off the wagon which was moving at high speed just before we got to the highway. A big… freight truck… plowed into the side of the wagon. It killed one of the horses and seriously hurt the other…I avoided serious injury… [but] was very sad… I doctored the injured horse every day for about three months. It finally healed. I learned compassion and dependability in doctoring that horse.”

(by Ferril Andrew Losee, excerpt edited by Kenneth R. Hardman from The Losee Family History – Ancestors and Descendants of Lyman Peter Losee and Mary Ann Peterson, compiled by Ferril A. Losee, Jana K. Hardman Greenhalgh, Lyman A. Losee, 2000, pg. 135. Photo from family albums) #AncestorClips, also at FamilySearch

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Rootstech 2017 – Blog 60 second stories they actually read

kenpicatfamilyrootsexpobadge_speaker-2017I’m presenting at Rootstech 2017 on how to write #AncestorClips. I’d love to have you in my session.

#AncestorClips are very short stories about very real people. Each clip nurtures awareness of a time, a place, and the character of a man or woman who cultivated a path for our life. The reader feels the good, the obstacles, the happiness, the sadness, and the overcoming.

In this Rootstech 2017 class, Ken will teach you how to take the good and great things from the lives of your ancestors as a pattern and foundation upon which to build your own and publish inspiring very short stories that near and distant families members will take time to read and be strengthened. Ken will discuss writing skills, blog approaches, and ways to locate and share stories with distant relatives.

Date: February 9, 2016
Time: 3:00 pm
Room: Ballroom E
Session number: RT0091
RootsTech Track
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Dorothy Mae Griffin Hardman – God knew what was coming

1957-dorothy-croppedSome major customers didn’t pay; and Glenn’s cabinet business began to fail. Dorothy was very concerned about family bills and groceries. In the 1960’s they built their second dream home, welcomed their sixth child, and served anxiously in church assignments while building a growing company. Not able to focus on her church leadership position, she thought to ask for a release, and find a job. Glenn said, “No.” But her thoughts persisted. She had served well; surely God would not expect more. She couldn’t sleep, she prayed, she cried, and prayed more. She decided to ask for the release the next day. Thinking this choice would relieve her pain, she tried to sleep. “Not so! I turned and tossed and wept some more,” she said. In desperation she asked God, “Isn’t it the right decision?” Immediately, a flickering light in her mind became bright and she distinctly knew her decision was not the Lord’s will. “I did not understand why,” she said, “but I told him I would continue to serve as long as He had need of me…” She then felt peace. She new they would be blessed. Years later she looked back and realized that God new what was coming; what the family needed, and who needed her at that time. Dorothy’s specific fourth year of service was the exact time period needed for God to work miracles through her in the lives of at least two other people. Dorothy’s oldest daughter became deathly ill. The failure of the family business had resulted in a new job for Glenn, and relocation a year later that put the family in proximity to doctors who could diagnose and treat her rare disease.

(By Kenneth R. Hardman, based on excerpts from Sidney Glenn Hardman & Dorothy Mae Griffin, Their Story and Their Life, Vol. II, 2016) #AncestorClips Also at: FamilySearch

Traits and Patterns – This was not a unique behavior for Dorothy; when faced with challenges, she prayed, went forward, and trusted in God. I have been grateful for this example all my life and find great comfort and success in faith and trust when faced with difficulty.

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Cornelius Peter Lott – The Prophet’s Farmer

CorneliusPLottCornelius breathed deep and wiped his dusty brow, the rich soil bringing forth its Illinois potatoes and grain on this hot summer day in 1844. All was well; or at least it should have been. Cornelius felt a foreboding as he heard horses and looked up from his work. It was Joseph Smith, his brother Hyrum, and other familiar men approaching slowly. Cornelius ran the Smith farm and recalled many glorious conversations while working side by side with his friend, employer, and spiritual leader.

The horsemen stopped, but for a moment. Their solemn leader, as though knowing he would never see his farm again, looked out and said, “Who would want to leave a place like this?”(a) With love and encouragement, he looked down and said, “good-bye my friend.”

A month earlier in a similar scene, Cornelius mounted and accompanied Joseph to Carthage, but that trial was postponed.(b) This time, as the party continued along the dusty road, Cornelius may have remembered that dusty occasion in Nauvoo, picking up his supplies, then wrestling with the prophet in the clearing outside the Red Brick store. Many had gathered around and all challengers had been thrown by the prophet. In his mind Cornelius could still hear Joseph’s cheerful voice that day, “Here! I have thrown down pretty nearly everybody about the place except Brother Lott, and I believe I can throw him down, too!” More townsfolk had gathered from the store to watch the event. In the circle, Joseph and Cornelius, “ran together several times, but the best [Joseph] could do was to get [Cornelius] down to his knees.” Cornelius had exclaimed, “I told you, my boy, that you couldn’t throw old man Lott.”(c)

Back at the farm he looked again down Parley street, the dust nearly settled as the party had disappeared around the bend toward Carthage. Two days later the tragic news came; Joseph and Hyrum were dead.

In honor of what he knew to be true, Cornelius Peter Lott became a ‘captain of tens’ crossing the plains in charge of widow Mary Fielding Smith’s wagon. He was a high councilman at Winter Quarters, three times a church farm caretaker, a missionary, and faithful priesthood holder.(d)(e)

(by Kenneth R. Hardman – To my father-in-law, Ferril Andrew Losee, great-great-grandson of Cornelius Peter Lott. Thank you Joan Losee Hardman for your help preparing this story) #AncestorClips, Also at: FamilySearch

References:
(a) Joseph Smith – History, Vol. 6. Chapter 29, p. 558.
(b) IBID, Vol. 6, Chapter 19, p. 412,
(c) Launius, Roger D., and McKiernan, F. Mark, Joseph Smith, Jr.’s Red Brick Store, 1993, p. 19-20. link
(d) Losee, Ferril A., Hardman, Jana K., Losee, Lyman A., The Losee Family History – Ancestors and Descendants of Lyman Peter Losee and Mary Ann Peterson, 2000, p. 20. link
(e) Ford, Gary S., Cornelius P. Lott and his Contribution to the Temporal Salvation of the Latter-day Saint Pioneers Through the Care of Livestock, a thesis, BYU, Dec. 2005. link
@CorneliusPLott

Inherited traits and patterns of goodness – (from Joan Losee Hardman) From Cornelius, we learn to faithfully go on in the face of pain or loss. I’m impressed with his hard work and admire his faith and support of his family. He never lost faith in the prophet of the restored Gospel.

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George Clark and Elizabeth Phoebe Rye Morris

Screen Shot 2016-08-20 at 2.18.36 PMPhoebe wiped tears from her face as her creek-soaked children happily burst into their small summer home. “Why are you crying,” they asked. Phoebe quickly got them pulling molasses candy as she pushed back on her memories. She was happy with her husband, her children, and her faith, but change was hard. They had joined the Latter-day Saints in England. Back home, Elders had come regularly for cottage meetings, singing songs of Zion. George and Phoebe had a roast feast on the Sabbath, then they would walk up the rolling green pasture amongst the large oaks. As shoe makers he fixed soles and did tacking while she sewed them. He would then walk 10 miles, deliver their work, receive pay, and bring back work for next week. They ate bread and butter, simple black English tea and sometimes bread pudding with sugar and a raisin. Some family members had already immigrated and George had been anxious to take his wife and children. In 1883, they sent little Clara and Lillie to Salt Lake to live with family. A year later, George made the trip. He worked on a farm to earn travel for the rest. A year later, Phoebe set sail with the other 4 and eventually they enjoyed a happy reunion living in Bingham Junction. Phoebe wiped another tear as she looked at her stove. “I miss my cooking fireplace,” she thought. Until beds could be filled with straw or corn shucks, they were simple quilts on the floor. Money was tight for school, so the children often worked away from home, but at least they were together on Sunday afternoons. George worked on the railroad from Midvale to Bingham coming home each day with a sunburned nose in the summer, or an icy mustache in the winter. Having sacrificed some of their English connections for the gospel, George and Phoebe knew that their separations were only temporary. Again with sacrifice, they made a week-long journey to the Logan Temple where their family was united for always.

By Kenneth Richard Hardman, based on material in, Hardman Biographies – Ancestors of Sidney Glenn Hardman and Dorothy Mae Griffin. #AncestorClips

Inherited Traits – Like great-great-grandma and grandpa Clark, I have always been anxious to be with family, and to be united with people of my faith. At the same time, changes have never been easy and I miss my family members when we are separated.

Patterns of Goodness – I can learn from their pattern of hard work as cobblers, farmers, railroad workers, and in raising a large family. They demonstrated patience to get their whole family to Utah, a few at a time. I can apply their patience to the hopes I have for the long term spiritual destinations of my family. Thanks grandma and grandpa Clark for my life, and for your example.

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