In the August 2009 Childrens Friend there is a nice story written about the McCleve Family by one of their descendants, Corrine Pugh. Here is a link to the story.
http://lds.org/Static%20Files/PDF/Magazines/Friend/English/2009/FR_2009_08_19___04268_000_031.pdf
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 26, 2008
Daughters of John and Nancy McCleve
Catherine McCleve
Margaret McCleve Hancock
Margaret McCleve Hancock 
Mary JaneMcCleve MeeksSunday, March 2, 2008
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Hi.Good to see my surname listed. I would appreciate knowing your connection to this my direct line. I don't know where you picked up the McCLIVE surname as it is not in the McCLEVE line. We have just finished with a professional Scottish genealogist who as been researching our name in Scotland from were the MCCLEVEs originated in Wigstownsire. Have more on the McFERRENS, MCCLEVES AND LAMBS.I will share what I have.Robert A. McCLEVE Srclever8@infowest.comSt. George, UT
I was born 11/11/1927, son of James Cyrus McCleve and Pauline GREER. His father was Alexander Gilmore McCleve who came as a 3 year old with his family. He was the youngest of the 9 children. His mother was Nancy Jane McFERREN born in northern Ireland. His father was John McCLEVE Jr. who died 26 Sept 1856 at Echo Canyon, Wyoming and is buried at Hennifer, Summit, Utah. They came with the Second Handcart Company under Daniel D. McArthur of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He died of internal injuries suffered when trying to keep a heavy chest from falling from the cart of the widow in front of him. He died that day from internal bleeding. His father was John McCLEVE born 1705 in ULster, Ireland married to Catherine LAMB. The McCLEVES came from Wigstownshire, Scotland, probably during the Plantation of Northern Ireland by the English Crown. Being Scots and in Northern Ireland it is presumed they were Presbyterians.Presently I live in St. George, UT where the weather is hot and delightful in the winter. After 30 years in Salt Lake City where I was an educator we moved this summer to southern Utah. We are originally from Arizona so it is really a return to the climate we like best.SincerelyRobert
I was born 11/11/1927, son of James Cyrus McCleve and Pauline GREER. His father was Alexander Gilmore McCleve who came as a 3 year old with his family. He was the youngest of the 9 children. His mother was Nancy Jane McFERREN born in northern Ireland. His father was John McCLEVE Jr. who died 26 Sept 1856 at Echo Canyon, Wyoming and is buried at Hennifer, Summit, Utah. They came with the Second Handcart Company under Daniel D. McArthur of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He died of internal injuries suffered when trying to keep a heavy chest from falling from the cart of the widow in front of him. He died that day from internal bleeding. His father was John McCLEVE born 1705 in ULster, Ireland married to Catherine LAMB. The McCLEVES came from Wigstownshire, Scotland, probably during the Plantation of Northern Ireland by the English Crown. Being Scots and in Northern Ireland it is presumed they were Presbyterians.Presently I live in St. George, UT where the weather is hot and delightful in the winter. After 30 years in Salt Lake City where I was an educator we moved this summer to southern Utah. We are originally from Arizona so it is really a return to the climate we like best.SincerelyRobert
Thursday, January 10, 2008
McCleve History (told by daughterMargaret)
Margaret McCleve Hancock
Compiled by Rhoda P.J.Wakefleld & Margaret Butler Shelley (Granddaughters)
Margaret McCleve, daughter of John McCleve and Nancy Jane McFerren, was born to Belfast, Ireland September 17, 1838. She was the third child of a family of ten children. Her father was in the employ of a rich Lord, Alexander Gilmore. The baby of the family was given his name, for which the child was presented, by his highness, a little velvet suit in which he was christened.
The children were at liberty to roam over the beautiful grounds, through the arched driveways that led down to the ocean, chasing the tide as it came and went or enjoying a bath or playing on the soft warm sand. Here Margaret spent a very happy childhood. Her parents heard the Gospel from Elders D.T. McAllister and James Ferguson. They were convinced of it's truthfulness and accepted it as the true plan of salvation, and were baptized. On account of the persecutions, they saw no more Elders until Margaret was 12 years old. Then she and her sister, Catherine were baptized. Before long they desired and were advised to gather with the Saints to Zion, Although her father had a good position, his family was large and It was a long and expensive journey and his circumstances would not allow them to all migrate at once. For this reason they were advised by the Elders to send the two oldest girls on ahead, which was a severe trial to the parents. Three years later the rest of the family followed, sailing from Belfast to Liverpool on the Samuel Curling vessel. Here they again set sail for the land of the free. This journey took them five weeks. The sea was very rough. A storm arose which threatened to destroy them, but they landed in Boston without Incident, going from there by rail to Winter Quarters. Here they had to lay over for about two weeks waiting for the handcarts to be finished.
One day Margaret, with other young women from the camp, walked over to Iowa City, While there in the house of a friend, an Indian walked in and shaking hands with some of those present, but not with the girls. They were greatly frightened and ran to camp. It was the first time she bad ever seen an Indian. The family left Iowa City in the company of Daniel D. McArthur June 11, l856.
They were all looking forward with great anticipation of seeing their two daughters and sisters, Sarah and Catherine, who bad been in Zion with the Saints for about three years, during which time they had married. Sarah had married John Young (a brother to President Brigham Young) and Catherine had married Phineas Cook. Of course the girls were anxiously waiting to see their loved ones they had left in Ireland, tbree years previous. Margaret was seventeen years of age and she pushed a handcart the entire distance across the plains. In the company was a German family of Saints that had accepted the Gospel by the name of Elliker. Margaret fell in love with this young man who was about her age. He used to walk beside her, helping her with her handcart and conversing with her as they walked along. Everyone felt sure that when they got established in the valley they would be married.
One day something happened that she could never forget. This young man sick and weak from lack of food and privations, which these suffering Saints endured. He gave up and sat down by the side of the road to rest. He told the company that be would rest for a few days by the side of a clear stream of water and would come along with the next company of Saints. He was never heard from after that. Whether he perished for lack of food or killed or carried off by the Indians will never be known. This was a great sorrow to the Saints. On a few rare occasions a small quantity of venison or other wild meat or berries was handed around in the camp. Margaret would give her small portion to her sick baby brother whom she cared for and tended most of the way. Children were her special care ever since.
Her own dear father succumbed to the hardships and all that was left of this worthy man was in a grave two days travel from their destination. This left the mother with her six children to continue the journey alone, This was a great trial to the mother and family, the great effort he put forth in trying to gather with the Saints and his daughters and families was continued by this noble woman.
Supplies were sent to them by President Young, be himself coming out to meet than. They arrived in Salt Lake City the latter part of September 1856.
Margaret's mother married David Ellsworth March 28, 1857 and went to Payson, Utah to live where Margaret married Mosiah Lyman Hancock when she was nineteen years old on January 9, 1857. Her first baby was born the following October 14, 1857 but died at birth. This was a great disappointment to the young mother who had spent many hours dreaming of her first born while she had stitched by hand little garments fashioned from her own daintily embroidered shirts of pure Irish linen. Fourteen months later, while they were still living in Payson, Utah, a baby girl was born whom they called Margaret Clarissa born December 7, 1858.
From here they moved to Salt Lake City, where the next son, Mosiah Lyman, was born and given his father's name. He was born September 12, l860. That winter her husband was playing with the Theatrical Association of Payson in the different settlements around Salt Lake. He was also called by President Young to attend a school of Orson Pratt's, a wonderful privilege for anyone then or now. However, they were soon called to Southern Utah to help settle and they made their home in Harrisburg where their next five children were born, Levi McCleve, born 31 Aug l862, Eliza Jane born 28 Mar 1864; John Taylor, born 21 Mar 1866; Joseph Smith, born 28 Dec 1867; then they moved to Leeds, where the next four children were born;- Mary, born 9 Jan 1872; Amy Elizabeth,born 29 Dec 1973, Thomas, born 18 Nov 1875; Rebecca Reed, born 14 Dec 1877. Here they began to gather around than a few luxuries and accumlate some property. At Leeds they had quite a little store and a comfortable home. Her husband had made a trip or two across the Colorado River to the Indian Villages in Arizona with Jacob Hamblin, On one of these expeditions they were without water for 56 hours. At another time, Newton Adair, grandfather of the Baldwins at Taylor, said, "Mosiah Hancock and I divided a crow's gizzard between us on one of our trips to Arizona with Jacob Hamblin,"
In 1859 the family was again called to move on south, this time help settle Arlzona. They sold their store and home and started out that fall. As they advanced along the way the load became heavy for the teams, that were becoining thin on account of the scarcity of food. and one by one the pieces of furiniture was unloaded and left by the way. Winter was advancing and the children suffered from the cold. One of the boys, John, and his sister, Jane, walked, most of the way in order to save the teams. Their feet were never dry all the way. Margaret had been obliged to make part of their journey without her husband, who had gone on with others of the family to prepare a home for those coming. He met them at Lee's Ferry however, and came on the most of the way with them. They traveled in company with his brother, Joseph, and his wife, Emily, and their one baby, Clarence.
They arrived in Taylor New Years Day in the dead of winter, The horses were so weak and tired they made several attempts to climb the banks on the east side of the little Silver Creek. One of the girls said that she remembers her father taking each of the children in his arms and carrying them up the bank. He had already drawn the family lots which were directly across the river. There they settled where Margaret lived the rest of her life. Her daughter, Annie Minerva, was born in Taylor August 30, 1880,
Margaret was the mother of thirteen children. She raised twelve to maturity. One of her severe trials came with the loss of her son, Joseph Smith Hancock, who was killed by being thrown from a young frisky mare. He was buried at almost the same time that he was to have been married. This was a great trial to Margaret and all her family. He was a model young man who was loved by all who knew him. Besides, "Aunt Margaret" as she came to be known, was the mother of the entire community, acting as nurse almost without exception, for 25 years. She was called and set apart for this mission by President Jesse N. Smith, which calling she most faithfully performed, going day and night, no matter what the hour to administer to the needs of the sick, suffering or those in sorrow or distress, as those who knew her can testify. She was very successful in her work as obstetric nurse to the hundreds of mothers she waited on.
On one occasion she was caring for the sick and had spent the most of the night relieving the suffering. When she felt that all was well with the patient, she started for her home. It was a bitter cold night. Snow had fallen to a great depth. She started out making her way thru the snow. It was quite a distance between houses. The wind had started to blow. She wended her way thru the snow, keeping her face covered as much as she could, to protect her from the bitter cold wind.Finally, when she looked around to see which way to go, she was turned around. She had no idea where she was. Snow was so heavy she couldn't detect any houses. It was a serious situation to be out this bitter cold night, not knowing where shs was or which way to go. She felt that she could go no farther, when a short distance from where she stood, she saw a match strike thru the window and a man lit a kerosene lamp as some of his children had to have attention. She made her way to the house, not even knowing whose house it was, and knocked. The man came to the door and welcomed her in his home.
He built a fire and she warmed herself. It was coming daylight when she went on to her home. She gladly gave her time and strength which finally cost her life. No sacrifice was too great for her if she could help her family or friends,
She and daughter, Amy, owned a little store in Taylor for years that helped in the support of her family. Though her trials were many she was always firm in her faith and found comfort in bringing comfort to others. She had a very kind and sympathetic nature, charitable to those in need or in trouble. She was loved and trusted by all who knew her. It can truly be said of her, that the world is better by her having lived in it. During her last illness she received word of her husband's death on Janualy 14, 1907, He had been living on the Gila Valley with his son, John, He is buried in the Hubbard Cemetery. During the last years of Margaret's life she wasn't very well. She was now 70 years old. She gave up her nursing. She had spent years in caring for the sick and bringing babies into the world. She believed as all Latter-day Saints do, that we all existed as spirits in the spirit world before we came to this earth. She had helped hundreds to come to earth, to gain a body, to gain earthly experience, and to prove themselves. When she was so sick and suffering so much she could see many little spirits clamoring to come to the earth to parents who were desirous of them. This concerned Margaret and she told her children, that tenderly cared for her, that she dldn't want to die until she could place these little spirits with parents here on this earth. John and Thomas and wives had never had any children of their own. Jane and Sarah had had a large family and were rather old. She called her children to her and told of this and asked each of them that were with her, if they would be willing to take one of these little spirits and care for it, They all said that they would be more than happy to if it were possible. Then she said, "I know John and Mary and Levi will be glad to (John and Mary and Levi were living down on the Gila Valley at this time). After getting this promise from her children she passed away May 4, 1908.
It is interesting to note that all of Margaret's children that were married brought some of these spirits into their homes within a year after they had made this promise to their mother.
Margaret's husband, Mosiah Lyman Hancock, had a kind charitable heart and like his brother, Joseph, liked to relieve poverty and distress. He spent a great deal of his time in later years, doing Temple work. So, while his wife labored to bring souls into life, he in turn, labored to save souls in everlasting life. May we ever bless the memory of these worthy pioneers .
Margaret passed away May 4, 1908 and was buried in the Taylor cemetery May 6, 1908.
Compiled by Rhoda P.J.Wakefleld & Margaret Butler Shelley (Granddaughters)
Margaret McCleve, daughter of John McCleve and Nancy Jane McFerren, was born to Belfast, Ireland September 17, 1838. She was the third child of a family of ten children. Her father was in the employ of a rich Lord, Alexander Gilmore. The baby of the family was given his name, for which the child was presented, by his highness, a little velvet suit in which he was christened.
The children were at liberty to roam over the beautiful grounds, through the arched driveways that led down to the ocean, chasing the tide as it came and went or enjoying a bath or playing on the soft warm sand. Here Margaret spent a very happy childhood. Her parents heard the Gospel from Elders D.T. McAllister and James Ferguson. They were convinced of it's truthfulness and accepted it as the true plan of salvation, and were baptized. On account of the persecutions, they saw no more Elders until Margaret was 12 years old. Then she and her sister, Catherine were baptized. Before long they desired and were advised to gather with the Saints to Zion, Although her father had a good position, his family was large and It was a long and expensive journey and his circumstances would not allow them to all migrate at once. For this reason they were advised by the Elders to send the two oldest girls on ahead, which was a severe trial to the parents. Three years later the rest of the family followed, sailing from Belfast to Liverpool on the Samuel Curling vessel. Here they again set sail for the land of the free. This journey took them five weeks. The sea was very rough. A storm arose which threatened to destroy them, but they landed in Boston without Incident, going from there by rail to Winter Quarters. Here they had to lay over for about two weeks waiting for the handcarts to be finished.
One day Margaret, with other young women from the camp, walked over to Iowa City, While there in the house of a friend, an Indian walked in and shaking hands with some of those present, but not with the girls. They were greatly frightened and ran to camp. It was the first time she bad ever seen an Indian. The family left Iowa City in the company of Daniel D. McArthur June 11, l856.
They were all looking forward with great anticipation of seeing their two daughters and sisters, Sarah and Catherine, who bad been in Zion with the Saints for about three years, during which time they had married. Sarah had married John Young (a brother to President Brigham Young) and Catherine had married Phineas Cook. Of course the girls were anxiously waiting to see their loved ones they had left in Ireland, tbree years previous. Margaret was seventeen years of age and she pushed a handcart the entire distance across the plains. In the company was a German family of Saints that had accepted the Gospel by the name of Elliker. Margaret fell in love with this young man who was about her age. He used to walk beside her, helping her with her handcart and conversing with her as they walked along. Everyone felt sure that when they got established in the valley they would be married.
One day something happened that she could never forget. This young man sick and weak from lack of food and privations, which these suffering Saints endured. He gave up and sat down by the side of the road to rest. He told the company that be would rest for a few days by the side of a clear stream of water and would come along with the next company of Saints. He was never heard from after that. Whether he perished for lack of food or killed or carried off by the Indians will never be known. This was a great sorrow to the Saints. On a few rare occasions a small quantity of venison or other wild meat or berries was handed around in the camp. Margaret would give her small portion to her sick baby brother whom she cared for and tended most of the way. Children were her special care ever since.
Her own dear father succumbed to the hardships and all that was left of this worthy man was in a grave two days travel from their destination. This left the mother with her six children to continue the journey alone, This was a great trial to the mother and family, the great effort he put forth in trying to gather with the Saints and his daughters and families was continued by this noble woman.
Supplies were sent to them by President Young, be himself coming out to meet than. They arrived in Salt Lake City the latter part of September 1856.
Margaret's mother married David Ellsworth March 28, 1857 and went to Payson, Utah to live where Margaret married Mosiah Lyman Hancock when she was nineteen years old on January 9, 1857. Her first baby was born the following October 14, 1857 but died at birth. This was a great disappointment to the young mother who had spent many hours dreaming of her first born while she had stitched by hand little garments fashioned from her own daintily embroidered shirts of pure Irish linen. Fourteen months later, while they were still living in Payson, Utah, a baby girl was born whom they called Margaret Clarissa born December 7, 1858.
From here they moved to Salt Lake City, where the next son, Mosiah Lyman, was born and given his father's name. He was born September 12, l860. That winter her husband was playing with the Theatrical Association of Payson in the different settlements around Salt Lake. He was also called by President Young to attend a school of Orson Pratt's, a wonderful privilege for anyone then or now. However, they were soon called to Southern Utah to help settle and they made their home in Harrisburg where their next five children were born, Levi McCleve, born 31 Aug l862, Eliza Jane born 28 Mar 1864; John Taylor, born 21 Mar 1866; Joseph Smith, born 28 Dec 1867; then they moved to Leeds, where the next four children were born;- Mary, born 9 Jan 1872; Amy Elizabeth,born 29 Dec 1973, Thomas, born 18 Nov 1875; Rebecca Reed, born 14 Dec 1877. Here they began to gather around than a few luxuries and accumlate some property. At Leeds they had quite a little store and a comfortable home. Her husband had made a trip or two across the Colorado River to the Indian Villages in Arizona with Jacob Hamblin, On one of these expeditions they were without water for 56 hours. At another time, Newton Adair, grandfather of the Baldwins at Taylor, said, "Mosiah Hancock and I divided a crow's gizzard between us on one of our trips to Arizona with Jacob Hamblin,"
In 1859 the family was again called to move on south, this time help settle Arlzona. They sold their store and home and started out that fall. As they advanced along the way the load became heavy for the teams, that were becoining thin on account of the scarcity of food. and one by one the pieces of furiniture was unloaded and left by the way. Winter was advancing and the children suffered from the cold. One of the boys, John, and his sister, Jane, walked, most of the way in order to save the teams. Their feet were never dry all the way. Margaret had been obliged to make part of their journey without her husband, who had gone on with others of the family to prepare a home for those coming. He met them at Lee's Ferry however, and came on the most of the way with them. They traveled in company with his brother, Joseph, and his wife, Emily, and their one baby, Clarence.
They arrived in Taylor New Years Day in the dead of winter, The horses were so weak and tired they made several attempts to climb the banks on the east side of the little Silver Creek. One of the girls said that she remembers her father taking each of the children in his arms and carrying them up the bank. He had already drawn the family lots which were directly across the river. There they settled where Margaret lived the rest of her life. Her daughter, Annie Minerva, was born in Taylor August 30, 1880,
Margaret was the mother of thirteen children. She raised twelve to maturity. One of her severe trials came with the loss of her son, Joseph Smith Hancock, who was killed by being thrown from a young frisky mare. He was buried at almost the same time that he was to have been married. This was a great trial to Margaret and all her family. He was a model young man who was loved by all who knew him. Besides, "Aunt Margaret" as she came to be known, was the mother of the entire community, acting as nurse almost without exception, for 25 years. She was called and set apart for this mission by President Jesse N. Smith, which calling she most faithfully performed, going day and night, no matter what the hour to administer to the needs of the sick, suffering or those in sorrow or distress, as those who knew her can testify. She was very successful in her work as obstetric nurse to the hundreds of mothers she waited on.
On one occasion she was caring for the sick and had spent the most of the night relieving the suffering. When she felt that all was well with the patient, she started for her home. It was a bitter cold night. Snow had fallen to a great depth. She started out making her way thru the snow. It was quite a distance between houses. The wind had started to blow. She wended her way thru the snow, keeping her face covered as much as she could, to protect her from the bitter cold wind.Finally, when she looked around to see which way to go, she was turned around. She had no idea where she was. Snow was so heavy she couldn't detect any houses. It was a serious situation to be out this bitter cold night, not knowing where shs was or which way to go. She felt that she could go no farther, when a short distance from where she stood, she saw a match strike thru the window and a man lit a kerosene lamp as some of his children had to have attention. She made her way to the house, not even knowing whose house it was, and knocked. The man came to the door and welcomed her in his home.
He built a fire and she warmed herself. It was coming daylight when she went on to her home. She gladly gave her time and strength which finally cost her life. No sacrifice was too great for her if she could help her family or friends,
She and daughter, Amy, owned a little store in Taylor for years that helped in the support of her family. Though her trials were many she was always firm in her faith and found comfort in bringing comfort to others. She had a very kind and sympathetic nature, charitable to those in need or in trouble. She was loved and trusted by all who knew her. It can truly be said of her, that the world is better by her having lived in it. During her last illness she received word of her husband's death on Janualy 14, 1907, He had been living on the Gila Valley with his son, John, He is buried in the Hubbard Cemetery. During the last years of Margaret's life she wasn't very well. She was now 70 years old. She gave up her nursing. She had spent years in caring for the sick and bringing babies into the world. She believed as all Latter-day Saints do, that we all existed as spirits in the spirit world before we came to this earth. She had helped hundreds to come to earth, to gain a body, to gain earthly experience, and to prove themselves. When she was so sick and suffering so much she could see many little spirits clamoring to come to the earth to parents who were desirous of them. This concerned Margaret and she told her children, that tenderly cared for her, that she dldn't want to die until she could place these little spirits with parents here on this earth. John and Thomas and wives had never had any children of their own. Jane and Sarah had had a large family and were rather old. She called her children to her and told of this and asked each of them that were with her, if they would be willing to take one of these little spirits and care for it, They all said that they would be more than happy to if it were possible. Then she said, "I know John and Mary and Levi will be glad to (John and Mary and Levi were living down on the Gila Valley at this time). After getting this promise from her children she passed away May 4, 1908.
It is interesting to note that all of Margaret's children that were married brought some of these spirits into their homes within a year after they had made this promise to their mother.
Margaret's husband, Mosiah Lyman Hancock, had a kind charitable heart and like his brother, Joseph, liked to relieve poverty and distress. He spent a great deal of his time in later years, doing Temple work. So, while his wife labored to bring souls into life, he in turn, labored to save souls in everlasting life. May we ever bless the memory of these worthy pioneers .
Margaret passed away May 4, 1908 and was buried in the Taylor cemetery May 6, 1908.
McCleve Family history (told by daughter Catherine)
McCleve, was born September 17, 1836, in Crawfordsburn, Down County, Ireland. She was the second child born to John McCleve and Nancy Jane McFerren. Her parents were married June 27, 1833. They had a family of nine children when the Latter-day Saint Missionaries brought them the Gospel of Jesus Christ. After holding meetings in their home for a while, the parents accepted the Gospel and were baptized in June 1841. When Catherine was fourteen she, with her sisters, Sarah, Margaret, and Mary Jane, were baptized in the Irish Sea, after dark on August 26, 1850.
After accepting the Gospel, the McCleve Family had a strong desire to come to America, the land of Zion. The father had a good job, but it would cost too much to take the whole family to America in one trip. It was for this reason the Elders advised them to send their two oldest daughters, Sarah and Catherine, on ahead and the rest of the family would follow as soon as they could save enough money.
On March 28, 1853 Sarah and Catherine sailed for America from Liverpool, England. After arriving in Utah Sarah married John Young on October 3, 1853. John Young was a brother to President Brigham Young. Catherine married Phineas Wolcott Cook on December 18, 1853.
The day Catherine married Phineas W. Cook, he also married Amanda Savage. Because Amanda was six weeks older than Catherine, she was the second wife and Catherine was the third. Phineas had previously married Ann Eliza Howland. They had several children at the time. Before he married Catherine and Amanda, President Young advised him to go into polygamy. He prayed over the matter and the Lord revealed the principle to him. They were married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City.
On April 21, 1855 while living in Salt Lake City a son was born to Catherine in a house that was about a block east of the Eagle Gate. He was named Joseph Wolcott.
When Sarah and Catherine left their loved ones in Ireland in 1853 it was with the understanding that the rest of the family would follow as soon as they had the money to do so. After three years, they received word that the family was coming. The girls were both married and had children of their own. Sarah had two, Lydia and John McCleve Young, and Catherine had a son, Joseph Wolcott. They looked forward with great anticipation to seeing their family. The McCleves were anxious to see their daughters and husbands and their first grandchildren. The family was with the Second Handcart Company. On September 24, 1856 when the Handcart Company was within two days travel of their destination, the father was severely injured in a handcart accident. After suffering greatly for a few hours he passed away and was buried on the bank of the Weber River.
When Catherine's son was two years old Phineas moved his family south to Payson. It was at this time that Catherine divorced her husband. Catherine and her son lived with some of Catherine's family who were also in Payson and later with others who had moved to southern Utah near Harrisburg.
In the fall of 1862, Catherine married a man by the name of David Dudley Russell. Russell had no home of his own so the family lived in rented houses in Payson and Salem, which was then called Pontown. In the spring of 1865 Russell moved his family, with several other families, south to Salina just as the Blackhawk Indian war broke out.
Early one morning in April Catherine went up the steps of her dugout where they were living and heard a man from across the street call out, "Into the house, women and children, the Indians are on us!" She looked to the East, and there they came - a dozen or two of them, some on horses but mostly on foot. The town sheepherder had just passed with the herd and was hardly out of sight, when she heard the guns fire that killed him. They killed several others in the attack and drove off the cattle. The Indian attacks continued and soon teams from the northern settlements came and moved the people north. The Russells returned to Payson.
In the fall of 1868 Catherine's husband went to Henefer, Utah and worked in the timber, making ties for the Union Pacific Railroad, which was then building through Echo and down Weber canyon. He returned to Payson for his family and the next year moved them to Henefer. At the time of the move Catherine had three more children, Hannah Jane, David Riley and Margaret. The latter was only a few months old. She lost a little girl named Sarah Catherine Russell in the fall of 1867 making a total of four children born to Catherine and David.
In November 1869, Catherine became very ill. Her son Joseph recalled that she was out of her head and seemed to have a high fever. There were no doctors in the country so her husband made preparations to move her south. He fixed up a bed in a covered wagon and put Catherine and the children, and what few things that could be hauled, into the wagon and started for Salt Lake City. They were two days and part of the night on the way. The weather was extremely cold. They stopped in Salt Lake a day or so at Catherine's sister's (Sarah Young) home, then with the same outfit they again started south. At American Fork, they stopped a day or two at a friend's place. While there, Catherine spoke her last sensible words. Her son Joseph was at her bedside and she said to him, "Joseph, would you be a good boy and help take care of my children?" Joseph promised her that he would. After being there a day or so, David piled Catherine and the children in the same rig and they reached Spanish Fork about dark. Catherine died that evening at the home of her sister, Isabell Mott, On December 19, 1869 at the age of 33. She was buried in the Payson cemetery.
After accepting the Gospel, the McCleve Family had a strong desire to come to America, the land of Zion. The father had a good job, but it would cost too much to take the whole family to America in one trip. It was for this reason the Elders advised them to send their two oldest daughters, Sarah and Catherine, on ahead and the rest of the family would follow as soon as they could save enough money.
On March 28, 1853 Sarah and Catherine sailed for America from Liverpool, England. After arriving in Utah Sarah married John Young on October 3, 1853. John Young was a brother to President Brigham Young. Catherine married Phineas Wolcott Cook on December 18, 1853.
The day Catherine married Phineas W. Cook, he also married Amanda Savage. Because Amanda was six weeks older than Catherine, she was the second wife and Catherine was the third. Phineas had previously married Ann Eliza Howland. They had several children at the time. Before he married Catherine and Amanda, President Young advised him to go into polygamy. He prayed over the matter and the Lord revealed the principle to him. They were married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City.
On April 21, 1855 while living in Salt Lake City a son was born to Catherine in a house that was about a block east of the Eagle Gate. He was named Joseph Wolcott.
When Sarah and Catherine left their loved ones in Ireland in 1853 it was with the understanding that the rest of the family would follow as soon as they had the money to do so. After three years, they received word that the family was coming. The girls were both married and had children of their own. Sarah had two, Lydia and John McCleve Young, and Catherine had a son, Joseph Wolcott. They looked forward with great anticipation to seeing their family. The McCleves were anxious to see their daughters and husbands and their first grandchildren. The family was with the Second Handcart Company. On September 24, 1856 when the Handcart Company was within two days travel of their destination, the father was severely injured in a handcart accident. After suffering greatly for a few hours he passed away and was buried on the bank of the Weber River.
When Catherine's son was two years old Phineas moved his family south to Payson. It was at this time that Catherine divorced her husband. Catherine and her son lived with some of Catherine's family who were also in Payson and later with others who had moved to southern Utah near Harrisburg.
In the fall of 1862, Catherine married a man by the name of David Dudley Russell. Russell had no home of his own so the family lived in rented houses in Payson and Salem, which was then called Pontown. In the spring of 1865 Russell moved his family, with several other families, south to Salina just as the Blackhawk Indian war broke out.
Early one morning in April Catherine went up the steps of her dugout where they were living and heard a man from across the street call out, "Into the house, women and children, the Indians are on us!" She looked to the East, and there they came - a dozen or two of them, some on horses but mostly on foot. The town sheepherder had just passed with the herd and was hardly out of sight, when she heard the guns fire that killed him. They killed several others in the attack and drove off the cattle. The Indian attacks continued and soon teams from the northern settlements came and moved the people north. The Russells returned to Payson.
In the fall of 1868 Catherine's husband went to Henefer, Utah and worked in the timber, making ties for the Union Pacific Railroad, which was then building through Echo and down Weber canyon. He returned to Payson for his family and the next year moved them to Henefer. At the time of the move Catherine had three more children, Hannah Jane, David Riley and Margaret. The latter was only a few months old. She lost a little girl named Sarah Catherine Russell in the fall of 1867 making a total of four children born to Catherine and David.
In November 1869, Catherine became very ill. Her son Joseph recalled that she was out of her head and seemed to have a high fever. There were no doctors in the country so her husband made preparations to move her south. He fixed up a bed in a covered wagon and put Catherine and the children, and what few things that could be hauled, into the wagon and started for Salt Lake City. They were two days and part of the night on the way. The weather was extremely cold. They stopped in Salt Lake a day or so at Catherine's sister's (Sarah Young) home, then with the same outfit they again started south. At American Fork, they stopped a day or two at a friend's place. While there, Catherine spoke her last sensible words. Her son Joseph was at her bedside and she said to him, "Joseph, would you be a good boy and help take care of my children?" Joseph promised her that he would. After being there a day or so, David piled Catherine and the children in the same rig and they reached Spanish Fork about dark. Catherine died that evening at the home of her sister, Isabell Mott, On December 19, 1869 at the age of 33. She was buried in the Payson cemetery.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Nancy Jane McFerren
Birth:1 May 1815Crawfordsburn, Down, Ireland
Death:24 Apr 1879Toquerville, Washinton, Utah, USA
Parents:William McFerrenMargaret McHarry
John McCleve
Birth: 18 Aug 1807Ballymoney, Astrim, Ireland
Death: 24 Sep 1856While crossing the Plains
Parents:John McCleveCatherine Lamb
Marriage: 27 Jun 1833Down, Ireland
Children:SarahCatherineMargaretMary JaneIsabel WilkinsJohnJoseph SmithEliza RoxyDaniel BellAlexander Gilmore
John McCleve
John McCleve, son of John and Catherine Lamb McCleve, was born in Bellamony County Down, Ireland, August 18, 1807, and was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in June, 1845. He married Nancy Jane McFerrin, the only child of James and Nancy McHarry McFerrin. She was born May 1, 1815, at Crawfordsborn on Shellyhill County Down, Ireland, and was baptized in June, 1841, by David Wilkins. Her affiliation with the then despised Mormon faith was much against her husband's wishes, but he finally became converted and was baptized four years later. He was a shoemaker and she was a dress maker.
John and Nancy Jane McCleve had a family of ten children. Mary Jane was the fourth, born in Belfast, Ireland, August 21, 1840. She was baptized when eight years old in the Irish sea by Robert Wallace and confirmed by John D. T. McAllister. The family sailed for America in April, 1856, arriving in Boston from where they went to Iowa City. The two oldest girls, Sarah and Catherine, had preceded them to Salt Lake Valley.
They crossed the plains in the Second Handcart Company, Daniel McArthur, captain. They hauled their provisions in handcarts, a cart on two wheels with a shaft to draw it. There were seven children in the family at this time, Margaret, Mary Jane, Isabella, Eliza, Joseph, Alexander and John.
There was a German family consisting of father, mother and eight children by the name of Elliker, who traveled and camped with them. They could not speak English. Mr. Elliker and four of the children died on the plains.
One day they started up a large hill and a young Elliker boy became sick and could not climb the hill, so they went on and left him. When they camped at night they thought he would come, but he did not, so next morning the captain went back, but could not find him. He was never seen again.
At another time the company stopped to do their washing. They went some distance from the camp to the river. Mary Jane was building the fire to heat the water while Margaret returned to the camp for something. At that moment two men rode up in a buggy. One of them jumped out and asked Mary Jane if she would like to ride with them. She said, "No, thank you." Then he asked her if she had any folks. She replied that she had. The man in the buggy said to the other, "Take this handkerchief and tie her mouth up and throw her in." Just at that moment her father and sister appeared over a small hill which hid the camp. The men then put the whip to their horses and drove away. The father died two days before they reached the valley and was buried near the Weber River. The others arrived in the valley on September 26, 1856.-Mary E. Hoyt and Hattie Esplin.
Heart Throbs of the West. compiled by Kate B. Carter. Salt Lake City: Daughters of Utah Pioneers, 1939-1951 v.6, p.357
Birth:1 May 1815Crawfordsburn, Down, Ireland
Death:24 Apr 1879Toquerville, Washinton, Utah, USA
Parents:William McFerrenMargaret McHarry
John McCleve
Birth: 18 Aug 1807Ballymoney, Astrim, Ireland
Death: 24 Sep 1856While crossing the Plains
Parents:John McCleveCatherine Lamb
Marriage: 27 Jun 1833Down, Ireland
Children:SarahCatherineMargaretMary JaneIsabel WilkinsJohnJoseph SmithEliza RoxyDaniel BellAlexander Gilmore
John McCleve
John McCleve, son of John and Catherine Lamb McCleve, was born in Bellamony County Down, Ireland, August 18, 1807, and was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in June, 1845. He married Nancy Jane McFerrin, the only child of James and Nancy McHarry McFerrin. She was born May 1, 1815, at Crawfordsborn on Shellyhill County Down, Ireland, and was baptized in June, 1841, by David Wilkins. Her affiliation with the then despised Mormon faith was much against her husband's wishes, but he finally became converted and was baptized four years later. He was a shoemaker and she was a dress maker.
John and Nancy Jane McCleve had a family of ten children. Mary Jane was the fourth, born in Belfast, Ireland, August 21, 1840. She was baptized when eight years old in the Irish sea by Robert Wallace and confirmed by John D. T. McAllister. The family sailed for America in April, 1856, arriving in Boston from where they went to Iowa City. The two oldest girls, Sarah and Catherine, had preceded them to Salt Lake Valley.
They crossed the plains in the Second Handcart Company, Daniel McArthur, captain. They hauled their provisions in handcarts, a cart on two wheels with a shaft to draw it. There were seven children in the family at this time, Margaret, Mary Jane, Isabella, Eliza, Joseph, Alexander and John.
There was a German family consisting of father, mother and eight children by the name of Elliker, who traveled and camped with them. They could not speak English. Mr. Elliker and four of the children died on the plains.
One day they started up a large hill and a young Elliker boy became sick and could not climb the hill, so they went on and left him. When they camped at night they thought he would come, but he did not, so next morning the captain went back, but could not find him. He was never seen again.
At another time the company stopped to do their washing. They went some distance from the camp to the river. Mary Jane was building the fire to heat the water while Margaret returned to the camp for something. At that moment two men rode up in a buggy. One of them jumped out and asked Mary Jane if she would like to ride with them. She said, "No, thank you." Then he asked her if she had any folks. She replied that she had. The man in the buggy said to the other, "Take this handkerchief and tie her mouth up and throw her in." Just at that moment her father and sister appeared over a small hill which hid the camp. The men then put the whip to their horses and drove away. The father died two days before they reached the valley and was buried near the Weber River. The others arrived in the valley on September 26, 1856.-Mary E. Hoyt and Hattie Esplin.
Heart Throbs of the West. compiled by Kate B. Carter. Salt Lake City: Daughters of Utah Pioneers, 1939-1951 v.6, p.357
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