John Lehi Bushman b. 14 September 1883, St. Joseph, AZ

From Unflinching Courage, by Adele Bushman Westover and J. Morris Richards, pp. 106-107

John Lehi Bushman was the only son of John Bushman and Mary Ann Petersen, having been born in St. Joseph, Arizona, in the old fort on September 14, 1883. His mother died when he was less than two years old and he was cared for by his father’s first wife, Lois Smith.

He spent his boyhood in St. Joseph, where he received his elementary school education, and later attended the Snowflake Stake Academy.

He was married to Etna Novela Cooper on April 5, 1905 in the Salt Lake temple. Seven girls were born to them.

Bushman, John Lehi and Etna Cooper

John became a farmer, and was known as one of the best farmers in the county, often taking prizes at county fairs with his produce, which he sold most years to the housewives in Winslow.

He also was a good builder, and spent much of his life helping to build homes and other structures in Joseph City.

He filled four missions for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, two full-time and two for the Snowflake Stake. His first mission was in Tennessee from March 1910 until 1912, and later to the Southwest Indian Mission.

Bushman, John Lehi, missionary.jpg

His wife Etna was a native of Mississippi and came to Arizona because of the Church and for her mother’s health. The family settled in Snowflake where she spent her girlhood, and after marrying spent the rest of her life in Joseph City, where she died in I960.

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Elizabeth Degen Bushman, from Pioneer Women of Faith and Fortitude


Birth date: 12 Sept 1802 in Hollstein, Baselland, Switzerland
Death: 21 May 1878 in Lehi, Utah county, Utah
Parents: John Casper Degen and Anna Maria Graf
Pioneer: 23 Sept 1851 in Easton Kelsey Co. Wagon train
Spouse: Martin Bushman
Married-20 May 1827 in Bart, Lancaster Co. Pennsylvania
Death sp: 18 Oct 1870 in Lehi, Utah County, Utah


Henry, 11 Dec 1827 (died as infant)
Maria, 21 Jan 1829 (died as infant)
Jacob, 27 July 1830
Sarah Ann, 9 Jan 1833
Abraham, 14 July 1835 (died as infant)
Elizabeth, 9 Nov 1837
Martin Benjamin, 5 Feb 1841
John, 7 June 1843
Hetty Ann, 28 Nov 1845 (died as infant)
Elias Albert, 6 Dec 1849

Elizabeth Degen was born in Switzerland in 1802. Her mother died when she was four years, and her father remarried and had six more children. She came to America with her father and his second family. Two children in the family died and were buried at sea. the ship was becalmed for a time, and the extra delay put them in debt to the Captain. They met this debt by hiring Elizabeth out as a domestic servant. this is where she learned to spin and weave and make clothing. At twenty-four she could read and write English as well as her native language.

She married Martin Bushman in Pennsylvania and they became the parents of ten children, four of them dying early.

While living in Nauvoo, they suffered persecution with the other Saints. They were asked to stay and grow crops, but were forced to leave just before the crops were harvested.
The five hundred mile trip to Council Bluffs was an extreme hardship over muddy and nearly impassable roads. Two of her little girls died from exposure, and were buried without coffins. In 1851, they arrived in Utah with the Easton Kelsey Company. They settled in Lehi, Utah, where only thirty families lived. Martin helped harvest crops for food, and lived in a vacant log hut.

Elizabeth was strong in the faith, never turning away a stranger from her door, and helping immigrants to get settled. She devoted the last twenty five years of her life as a practical nurse and midwife, bringing over one hundred babies into this world. She continued this until her seventy-fifth year.

She caught pneumonia while acting as midwife and died in 1878.

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Silas Derryfield Smith (Excerpts from his own story)

Silas Derryfield Smith married Maria Elisabeth Bushman 21 November 1888 in St. George, Utah.  She is the daughter of John and Lois Bushman.

The Family of Jesse N. Smith, ed. Oliver R. Smith and Dorothy H. Williams, Jesse N. Smith Family Association, Snowflake, Arizona, 1978, pp. 79-84.

Smith, Silas Derryfield b. 1867 new suit 1912  Smith, Silas Derryfield b. 1867 d. 1956, Mesa

Silas Derryfield Smith (Excerpts from his own story)
I was born in Parowan, Iron County, Utah on Sep. 9, 1867, the seventh child and second son of my mother. I was named Silas for my uncle and grandfather, and Derryfield in memory of my grandfather’s birthplace, which was Derryfield, Rockingham County, New Hampshire (now called Manchester).

I can remember helping to burn the sagebrush in Parowan, Utah as the land was being cleared for cultivation, and oh, how tired I could get. At harvest time, as father and others cradled the grain, I worked helping to rake it in piles. We boys had lots of fun riding the young unbroken steers; as they were yoked to a plow, they could not buck. Often six or more yoke of oxen were required to pull the big plows in breaking up new ground. At potato-digging time all the family would go out to help. Those potatoes baked in the coals from the brush fires were so good along with the noodle soup Grandmother West made.

During the pioneering days in Snowflake I was the oldest boy at home in my father’s family. Joseph W. And Jesse N. Jr. Had married and had their own holdings. I was 14, Walter 10, Samuel F. 8, and Robert C. 7. We were the force of farmers in the Jesse N. Smith family in 1881. With this array of help, I marvel how we ever did the work we accomplished.

Fields had to be fenced, homes built, ditches dug. All the livestock was turned out on the open range if the grass was plentiful. Often they had to be herded and watched every day. During the busy seasons we would take our beds and camp out with the horses where the good grass was plentiful, so as to get them back to work early in the morning. Otherwise we would have to walk until we found them, which often took a good share of the working day.

Pa took time to plan our work and show us how to do it. Every one of the men folks big enough to handle a shovel or pound a stake, had to work on digging ditches and building fences or other public works. All the land under cultivation was fenced with a stake -and-rider fence made from the posts of the cedar trees that were plentiful near by. Later each man fenced his individual farm land.

Several families had boys like us, so it was decided to allow 25 cents an hour for a boy’s labor and 50 cents an hour for a man [on the public works]. I declare now that was unfair. Of course, boys are boys and play much. The men leaned on their shovels and talked, always complaining of the boys’ working. Finally we boys suggested that we measure off half the distance a man was to do. As we did that amount, it surprised some of those “sore heads” when some of the boys did as much work as a man in the same time. My father’s labor account was always fully paid.

When I got married it just seemed that I was needed more than ever to help, so I just continued on. Therefore, when Father said that I had better have my little corner all to myself, I thought it didn’t seem possible for my little brothers to handle it all alone and expressed my fears. Father said there had never been a failure and I had better be getting something for myself. That was a real test and trial. I had no concern or worry for myself, but only for the families’ sake. I had killed the pigs and divided the meat, harvested and divided the potatoes and other produce for the three mothers for so long, it seemed almost a part of me, and I thought who could do it so well? But everything went on under the management of a wise and good father. I found my problems now was to adjust matters for the management of my own affairs, without Father’s watchful eye. I began to realize that while father was not present much of the time in the fields, it was his knowledge, wisdom, and understanding that was the backbone and mainspring–I was but a small factor of it all.

Being reared in polygamous families, we were not ignorant of the joys and sorrows and responsibilities and the importance of entering into that sacred order of matrimony. In the early days of the Church those in authority preached and exhorted much upon the blessings, the glory and exaltation that would come to us and our posterity by obeying and living in that family relationship. In my early childhood good men preached about the nearness of the end of the world. I wondered if I would have a family. My mother set for me the example to pray for the things our hearts most desired, and true to precept and example, my childish petitions were that I might live and raise a large family. My father declared he would remain in prison rather than to submit or give up to a God-given principle, sanctioned and revealed by God to the Prophet Joseph Smith. When his prophet says it is the will of God that this practice be withdrawn, then we must receive it and obey.

Without my father’s advice and counsel and help, I could not have accomplished this step. I praise and thank my father. He said when I told him of my plans to take a second wife, “God bless you, my son. It is a joyful feeling to my soul to know that my sons are willing to walk in my footsteps. There will be trials and hardships that you cannot comprehend now, but if you are true and faithful to your covenants, no power on earth can stay the blessings in store for the faithful.”

My father had moved his wife, Janet, and her five daughters to Snowflake in 1879, a year before he moved my mother; so they were acquainted with everyone in the village. Across the street lived a Swedish family, the Larsons. My sister Susie and Ellen Larson were playmates. When I arrived Susie could hardly wait to have me meet Ellen. When we met, Susie said, “Silie, this is Ellen.”

I had little time for play or recreation. If I went to a dance, I went with my sisters, Sadie or Susie. One time Susie had a partner, so Aunt Janet urged me to ask Ellen to go with me, assuring me that all I had to do was ask Sister Larson. Well, I washed up, blacked my shoes with the moistened soot from the underside of the stove lid, and put on my Sunday suit. Now I questioned in my mind, “Is she going? Maybe she already has a partner?” In fear and trembling I approached the Larson home. It was dark and the lamps were lighted. As I neared the door, fear overcame me and I ran back to the shadow of our house. Standing in the dark I wondered if anyone h ad seen me and thought of how they would laugh. I never could stand ridicule. I ventured again and was just ready to knock on the door when I heard someone walking toward the door and I ran back across the street. Then I laughed at myself for being so timid. Once more I walked up to the door and knocked like a man. Someone called, “Come in” and just as I was going to open the door, it was opened from the inside and I nearly fell into the room. I think it was Ellen’s brother Jim that snickered. As the door closed, I pulled my hat off. There sat Sister Larson and her children, Emma, Alof, Jim and Ellen. All were busy. Ellen says she was darning a stocking.

I said, “Sister Larson, can Ellen go to the dance with me?” What a load was off my chest! I was still standing and after a moment of Swedish chatter she said, “Yes, she can go. Sit down.”

I had to take hold of the chair to keep from falling. After a few minutes, which seemed like hours to me, Ellen was ready. She didn’t seem so pleasant about it and I learned later that she had said “NO.” But at the time I could only understand what was said in English by her mother. I dropped my hat as I jumped from the chair. They were all good enough not to laugh out loud. We hardly spoke as we almost ran to the schoolhouse, but by then the ice was broken and we had a good time.

I think my action that night made a favorable impression on good Sister Larson and she encouraged Ellen in my favor; and that won the fight, as there were both young and old men seeking to get her for a wife.

As Ellen began showing more interest in me, I began to feel more save against all rivals. The childish sparking days grew into more serious courtship. We often strolled to a spot where three cedar trees grew on the west side of town. There we exchanged confidences; there was no hugging, or necking, ore spooning. Often before leaving this retreat we would kneel in prayer, asking our Heavenly Father to protect and guide us. We talked of the future and exchanged ideas; we both agreed that someday we would live the principle of polygamy.

She had become very dear to me and was in her fifteenth year when she promised to become my wife. I was sure, that with all the allurements of rivals, she would not break that promise. Shortly after our engagement her father moved his family to Graham County, Arizona. We agreed to mingle with other young folks and go with them if invited.
During this time of correspondence, there came to Snowflake a splendid young lady, Maria Elizabeth Bushman, from St. Joseph, Arizona. The young people of these towns mingled in celebrations of when coming to conference. She came with other young people to celebrate. I succeeded in getting her to let me be her escort to the dance and we became very much attached. In my correspondence with Ellen I told her of the occasion and of Miss Bushman being my partner at the dance and how I admired her.

Now came the most tremendous shock that had ever come into my life. In answer to that letter Ellen said, “I have been thinking seriously about this matter of you taking a second wife and if you are determined to do so, I must ask you to excuse and relieve me now from going any further.”

Well, I was sick and heart-broken, yet I dared not tell anyone, not even my mother. Alone I pondered and visiting the little cedar trees, I poured out my soul in prayer. I really felt like saying, “Ellen, I will do anything or go anywhere for you.” But my letter read thus, “Ellen, your letter breaks my heart. We have well understood this matter and have been in agreement in contemplating and planning a plural family; it is my purpose to continue in that determination, come what will.” I read and re-read the letter before mailing it.
Sooner than I anticipated, an answer came, a short note with this message, “Oh, Silas, I love you. Forgive me, I wanted to try you to see if you would give up a principle for a poor simple girl like me. I would not have wanted you had you not proven to me that you are a man. The man I want my husband to be. I love you more than ever. Your Ellen.”
The load was lifted; at the little trees I expressed my thankfulness. Although Satan attempted to create anger [in me] for being played with, I finally wrote to her saying, “All is well; may God grant us courage to proceed.”

Smith, Silas Derryfield & Maria Bushman Silver Anniversary

Silas and Ellen Smith

I spoke to my father about getting married in the fall as Ellen’s brother, Lehi, was planning a trip to Utah then. Ellen could come to Snowflake with him and we could travel in that company to St. George to be married. My father said, “Don’t you think you are rather young?”

I replied, “I’m as old as you were when you married.”

“Well, I was considered to be a man and you are just a boy,” he said. Then I reminded him that I got a man’s pay working on the ditch and when I married I would be a man. At that we both laughed.

When I was 17 I hardly weighed 100 pounds, but at nineteen I had already grown and was five feet nine and one half inches and weighed 175 pounds. Father agreed to my getting married [Nov. 10, 1886} and I began making plans to travel with the company going to St. George, Utah in the fall.

The same love burned in my heart for Maria as ever came in the love affairs with Ellen. That does not mean that I loved Ellen less, nor Maria less. The heart of man grows and expands with knowledge and understanding of the correctness of the plural wife system. I do know and now assert that we did start our family right, and that pure sincere love as always burned in my soul, and I thank my Heavenly Father for it.

Now you children will want to know something of my courtship with Maria. Under existing conditions a married man could not openly court a young unmarried girl. Yet all the little confidences in love making had in a way to be duplicated and the sweet words, “I love you,” had to be said. And in some hallowed secret place we bowed in reverent prayer seeking the guidance of the Holy Spirit. [The marriage took place in the St. George Temple on Nov. 21, 1888.]

Smith, Silas and Maria

Maria Bushman and Silas Smith

Circumstances made it necessary for me to take Maria and her family to resettle in [1905 in Uintah County], Utah. There, once again, to experience the rigors of homesteading under severely trying conditions. These were difficult times for polygamous families. Ellen, with her family, was left at the old home in Snowflake. This separation of my two beloved families with rapidly maturing children, created a situation I could not resolve. The dream of reuniting my two large families in one household was never again realized.

Smith, Silas Derryfield family

Silas Derryfield Smith Family

In 1911 I once again rejoined my wife Maria in Utah. Not having a job or business I rented some farms in Salt Lake County and worked at farming and agency work. In 1918 I advised my wife, Ellen, to sell the property in Snowflake and move to Salt Lake City, which she accordingly did.

Smith, Silas D. , Ellen and children

Silas, Ellen and their children

In 1929 all of Ellen’s children were married or living away from home, I was working in California, so Ellen moved to Monticello, Utah where Mons was living on the homestead that his brother Alof had originally filed on. I joined them soon afterwards. We were honored on our golden wedding anniversary in 1936 by our children. This grand celebration was held in Snowflake. Three of our oldest children were also celebrating their 25th anniversaries. Another grand celebration was held for us in Snowflake in November of 1955, when our children again honored us on our 69th Wedding Anniversary.

Ellen and I moved to Mesa after receiving a call as temple ordinance workers.

Smith, Silas Derryfield Smith b. 1867

Silas Derryfield Smith

Editor’s Note: The following information is added by Derryfield N. Smith, Ethel Smith Randall, and Seraphine Smith Frost.

Our father spent much time gathering genealogical data of his father’s numerous family. He made a genealogical book for each of the five families, and was enthusiastic in promoting family reunions and family unity. He continued very active in church work as secretary of the High Priest Quorum of Maricopa Stake, as a temple worker, and as a ward teacher until the last day of his life.

On Feb. 26, 1956, after a day of Sunday worship–priesthood meeting, Sunday School and sacrament meeting–Silas came home a bit weary, but ate his evening meal and planned to meet some of his brothers and sisters in the evening as his sister Margaret from Salt Lake City was visiting in Mesa. He went to his bed and lay down to rest and was seized with a terrific pain in his chest. He called for his beloved Ellen. Clarence and Seraphine Frost were also at the house and they all answered the cry for help. This struggle lasted but a short time, until he breathed his last and passed away. He was 88.

The funeral was held in the Fifth Ward in Mesa. A huge crowd filled the chapel and recreation hall. Many tributes and eulogies were given in honor of his noble and eventful life. Another service was held in Snowflake and burial was in the Snowflake Cemetery.

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Life Story of David Smuin


Story written by Nippon Smuin March 23, 1955

David Smuin was born 8 Sept. 1848 Berkshire, England, son of Thomas Smuin and Sarah Hook.

When very young he went to Finchley, Middlesex, England to visit his Aunt Ruth Smuin Wooten, Simmons.  He fell in love with her step daughter, Jane Simmons who was very small and beautiful. They were married about 1866. He was 18 and she was 16 years of age.

Their first baby died at birth; the second a boy was named Henry William Smuin. He was born 26 Sept. 1868. At the birth of this child his young wife,Jane, died leaving David a very desolated and heart broken man. His Aunt Ruth already had six or seven children, but consented to care for the baby while David went away to work.

Time wore on and he had saved enough money to come to America. He bid his baby son good-bye and with the haunting memories of his young wife, still in his heart, started for this new land.

There were many Saints leaving Liverpool, England on the same boat, some happy some sad. Among them was a young girl named Emma D Robinson. She was also small weighing about 98 pounds, blue eyes and blonde hair. A very pretty smile, and rosy cheeks. She was also sad having endured many hardships the last two years, before sailing for America. She joined the Mormon church when 16 years old and as soon as her parents found it out they turned her out of their house. She worked as a servant girl trying to save enough money to come to Utah. Each place she found employment would turn her out as soon as they learned she was a Mormon. What little she had saved up would be spent while trying to find a new position. At last in a branch of the Mormon settlement she found a kind family and worked there until she had saved enough for the long awaited voyage.

As David and Emma learned to know each other and tell their troubles and sad experiences during the long trip to America, they found themselves falling in love. They were married 16 August 1870 as soon as the boat landed in New York Harbor.
David and Emma lived for many years in Pennsylvania where he worked as a glass blower in a factory. That was his trade. In 1872 he received word from his Aunt Ruth that his little son had died in England, so ended that chapter of his live.
In 1883 David moved his wife and family to Pleasant Grove,Utah and had a grand reunion with his family as most of his brothers and sisters and his parents in Ogden.

They all came to Utah in 18963 and had moves of their own by the time David and Emma came to Utah twenty years later.
In 1886 David and his brother Thomas Smuin moved their families to Ashley Valley, Uintah County,Utah. They went with a wagon train and the 1st pioneer to settle that valley.

David bought 40 acres of land to start with and became a successful farmer and later owned a large farm.
In later years after his sons and daughters were married he drove the creamery wagon taking all his neighbors cream cans to the creamery in Vernal.

The Smuins were all music lovers and David bought the 1st phonograph with the big horn and round records that came into the valley. The neighbors from all around would gather at David’s home to hear the music. It was said that on quiet summer nights he and Emma would put the phonograph in the wagon and drive slowly up and down the country lanes and while the sweet melodies they played floated to the distant homes.

Great was the sorrow in little Emma’s heart when her life companion died with a heart attack, while she was preparing breakfast 28 August 1911.

She lived a very lonely life from then on until she was called home to meet him on 3 November 1933. Twenty-two years later.


Pioneers and Prominent Men of Utah, p.1172
SMUIN, DAVID (son of Thomas Smuin of Battle Creek, Utah). Born Sept. 6, 1850. Came to Utah 1868.

Married Emma Robison of England Aug. 16, 1870, who was born Jan. 16, 1849. Their children: George, m. Edna Loder; William Bradford, m. Eliza Ann Kendall; Rachel Syntha, m. Benjamin C. Slough; Rosa May, m. Findlay Odam; Annie Jane, m. Joseph Atwood; Effie Matilda b. Aug. 9, 1883, m. Levi Cyrus Kendall; Ellina Elizabeth, died; Minnie Eliza, m. John Robbins. Family home Vernal, Utah.
Elder. Settled at Oxford, Idaho, 1876; moved to Vernal 1884. Died Aug. 26, 1911.

Smuin, David d. 1911

Utah Digital Newspapers, Vernal Express, 1911-09-01, p. 8.

David Smuin Dies of Heart Failure

David Smuin died at his home in Naples Saturday morning of heart failure. he had just arisen when he remarked to his wife that he feld the old pain coming back again. He drank a cup of tea then sank into a chair and was gone.
Mr. Smuin had not been well for some time but kept at his work of odd jobs. He has lived in the country for many years and attended mostly to farming. He leaves a wife and several grown children.
Funeral services were held in the Naples ward house and the interment was in the Vernal cemetery.

Smuin, David b. 1848 Obit Vernal Express

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John Thomas Amos b. 28 August 1844, Roanoake, VA

Amos, John Thomas.1 Amos, John & Permelia family

John and Permelia were married on March 3, 1867, and settled on a farm in Franklin County, Virginia. After two children, William Thomas and Minerva Ann, were born to them, they were baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, by two missionaries, Thomas Daniels and Henry Boyle, from Payson, Utah. In 1874, at the suggestion of the missionaries, John and Permelia sold their farm and settled in Payson, Utah.

They purchased a log cabin on an entire town block in the southeast part of Payson. As time permitted they built a home and lived there until they both passed away. John Harve was born in 1875; Della Permelia in 1878; George Richardson in 1881, and On October 17, 1883, Sarah Jane was born.

Their grandson, Bert Amos Lewis, as a young boy spent time with John and Permelia on their farm. In later years Bert described them in this manner:

“John was 6’4”. He had grown up in Virginia, and loved to tell about his experiences in the Civil War. He claimed to have served in General Lee’s headquarters as both messenger and orderly. He also said three of his older brothers were killed (fought??) at Gettysburg. He was not overly active in the Church, but helped at church when asked.
Permelia Catherine Richardson Amos was a very slight lady not over five feet tall. She was always very calm and never raised her voice to anyone. Her husband respected her and they got along well. She was a good cook, aptly able to cook anything from beet greens to fried chicken. When the pigs were slaughtered, she made wonderful pork sausage, as well as lard. Her crowning achievement were her pumpkin pies.

Amos, John farm, Payson

John developed a fine farm in the fields just east of Payson and had quite an establishment in town. There was a main ranch house in the northwest corner.

Proceeding eastward was a wonderful cherry tree, a chopping block, wood pile, the main entrance from the street, the pig pen, corral, barn and garden. At the far northeasterly corner was a little house which John had built for his daughter Dell. The rest of the block was occupied by a granary, other outbuildings, several fruit trees and an outhouse. The inside plumbing in the ranch house was for women only.

In 1915 also living on the farm was Big George, a bachelor son, and Little George Strong, who was the youngest of Dell’s three children. Dell had died when her three children were very young, and John and Permelia had raised them. Dell’s two older children, Walter and Jeanette, had married and left the farm. Also on the farm was a dog named Dick, a herd of Holstein cows, one mean Holstein bull, many horses and pigs and running loose al the time was a large variety of chickens.

Catherine Permelia Richardson died on June 18, 1921 in Payson, Utah. On May 11, 1928, almost seven years later in Payson, her husband, John Amos, followed her in death.

Amos, John & Permelia, history

Salt Lake Telegram | 1928-05-13 | Utah Pioneer Dies at Payson

PAYSON; MAY 12–John Amos, one of the most prosperous and well known farmers in this community, died at his home in the First ward Friday. He was born August 28, 1844, in Franklin county, Va. He married Permelia K. Richardson at Roanoke City, March 3, 1867. He served for three years in the Civil war from his native state. In 1874, he came to Utah and located in Payson. Mrs. Amos died June 19, 1922. Surviving are five children, William T., John H., and George Amos and Mrs. W.H. Reece of Payson and Mrs. Sadye Lewis of Provo, and eighteen grandchildren and twelve great-grandchildren. Funeral services will be held Sunday at 2 o’clock in the Fourth ward chapel, with the First ward bishopric in charge The high priests’ quorum of Nebo stake, of which he was a member, will attend in a body.

Amos, John Thomas obit 1928      Amos, John and Permelia headstoneAmos, John Thomas Death Cert.jpg

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Mary Amanda Sabey Mortensen b. 24 August 1906, Lehi

Mary Amanda Sabey < John Richard Sabey < Charlotte Amanda Bushman < Charlotte Turley and Jacob Bushman

Bushman Family History by Newbern I. Butt, p. 36 (published 1956)

Residence of Riverton, Utah, Grad. of Jordan High and LDS Business College. Was secretary for Utah Idaho Sugar Co.; Sec. for Univ of Utah Professor’s Herbert Maw and Elbert Thomas. Has been active in most Church activities, with emphasis on MIA, Sec. of Relief Society; Sunday School Teacher. She m. 21 Jan. 1931, in the SLC Temple.
The Theodore Turley Family Book, pp. 481-482 (published 1978)

Mary, born Aug. 24, 1906 in Lehi, attended public schools in Lehi and in West Jordan. She graduated from Jordan High School and L.D.S. Business College, then worked as a clerk-stenographer for the U. of Utah and Utah-Idaho Sugar Co, Mary married Grant Harry Mortensen Jan. 21, 1931 in the Salt Lake Temple. They made their home in Riverton where they owned and operated a farm. She is at present living in Idaho Falls, Idaho.
Mary has been active in all auxiliary organizations of the Church: Primary teacher, chorister and counselor; Sunday School secretary, teacher, member of Riverton Stake Sunday School Board; Relief Society visiting teacher, secretary, teacher of Cultural Refinement, president; counselor in YWMIA and many other positions.

Children of Mary Sabey and Grant Mortensen:

Grant Alan Mortensen, born Nov. 23, 1931; graduate of U. of Utah in 1954; Elder in the Priesthood; active in Church; 2nd Lt. in US Army; died in Germany, 1955.

Marian Mortensen, born May 14, 1935; married Ronald Bernell Newbold Sept. 2, 1954 in Salt Lake Temple; active in the Church. They are the parents of Ronald Grant, Mary Ann, Kristine, Brian Russell, James Alan, and Janice. They live in Idaho Falls.

Ida Christine Mortensen, born Sept. 16, 1939; married Larry Albert Hardcastle Sept. 23, 1957 in Salt Lake Temple; active in Church. They are the parents of Lloyd, Albert, Adrienne, and Amy Ruth.

Lowell Paul Mortensen, born July 13, 1914; graduate of U. of Utah with a degree in Electrical Engineering; mission to Eastern Atlantic States in 1961-63; active in Church; living in Los Angeles, California.

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Sadie Bushman, age nine, The Heroine of Gettysburg, b. 19 August 1853

Bushman, Sadie Gettysburg paper 7

Sarah Margaret Bushman “Sadie” was born 19 August 1853 in Cashtown, Adams County, Pennsylvania.  Her family lived in Gettysburg at the time of the Civil War.  Here is an amazing account of this dear little heroine and my relationship to her.  Grace Honor Bushman is my Great-grandma.

Bushman, Sadie relationship chart

If Only We Had Known
by Becky Bushman Shields

When you were in school and studied about American History and the Civil War did you know that you had Bushman relatives that lived in Gettysburg? Did you know there was a Bushman Farm in the very center of the Battlefield? Did you know there were also several other Bushman family farms near by?

Perhaps if you and I had only known that we had family who lived there we would have paid much closer attention to what actually happened in the worst battle in our American history. Did you know more lives were lost at Gettysburg than any other battle before it? Perhaps if we had known, we would have cared more about the families who lived there and how it affected them for the rest of their lives. Perhaps if we had known the story I’m going share with you it would have made a big difference. For me personally it has made all the difference.

If only we had known!

Let me begin by introducing you to a little nine-year-old girl named Sadie. Sadie is your relative. Her given name is Sarah Margaret Bushman, but she was known as “Sadie.” This is a true story about her and her family.

Around 3:00 a.m. the morning of July 1, 1863, Sadie was awakened and told to dress quickly and hurry on ahead to her grandmother’s house which was only a couple of miles away. Soldiers had been arriving by the hundreds and it seemed there would be a battle very soon. The Bushman family needed to flee for safety.

Sadie dressed and left with her little brother William. Her parents Emanuel and Catherina promised they would come as soon as possible with the other younger children. Sadie was very afraid of being in the dark but knew the way go. It was starting to get light when they heard the loud sounds of gunfire and cannons going off near them. They were knocked to the ground by a huge explosion! A cannon ball had miraculously missed them. Sadie and William were stunned and terrified to realize they were in the battlefield. They were in helped up by a Union Surgeon and taken the rest of the way to their Grandparents home. His name was Dr. Benjamin Franklin Lyford. His medical tents were set up right in her Grandparents yard and Orchard. Sadie loved going to Grandma’s but that day it was totally different. Things were in complete and total chaos. There was no time to think and process what was happening. There were the sights and sounds of wounded and dying men all around her.

Regardless of her young age Dr. Lyford put Sadie to work. A badly wounded soldier was brought to the front yard and needed his leg amputated immediately to save his life! Putting what was left of the soldier’s leg over a carpenter’s saw horse, Dr. Lyford turned and said to Sadie, “give him a drink of water while I cut off his leg.” Sadie did as she was told and witnessed the entire gruesome operation. It was the first of many such surgeries she would assist Dr. Lyford with. Sadie was exhausted from working day and night helping to care for the endless wounded and dying men. She hard such a hard time sleeping because of the heat, the flies, and the horrible smell of blood and rotting flesh. More than anything else she worried about her family. Where were they? What happened to them? Were they all dead? Is that why they didn’t keep their promise? These unanswered questions only made concerns, fears nightmares worse.

After two very long horrific weeks of separation, Sadie was finally reunited with her family. All of that time her parents had hoped and prayed their children and made it safely to Grandma’s. Sadie found out that her mother had gone into labor while preparing to leave their home. She had to have the baby in the cellar as the battle had begun and Cannons were firing from their yard. They were unable to leave or get a message to any of their family. What a joyful reunion it was to all be together again. All of them had survived the 3 day battle. There was still so much to do trying to survive and still help with the thousands of soldiers. So many had died and were dying everyday from their wounds.

For the next five months, Sadie helped Dr. Lyford. She helped to feed the soldiers who couldn’t feed themselves. There were so many who had lost hands, arms and legs. She was able to cheer and comfort them with her child-like innocence. The soldiers all loved her for her tender care and service to them.

Many years after the battle was over and all the men and horses were buried a mysterious letter is found in the pages of an old book in a second-hand book store in St. Louis Missouri. It was far from Gettysburg. The man who found this old letter was Paul Everett. Paul was touched by the sincerity of the letter that he had it published in the newspaper. This letter was written by a soldier who was trying to locate and thank the little “Angel” who had given him a drink of water as his leg was being cut off after the battle at Gettysburg. He believed her name was Sadie Bushman and he was pleading with his comrades to help find her. This was the very same soldier Sadie had helped! Paul then wrote to Gettysburg inquiring about Sadie. He found that she had married a man by the name of Edward Jungerman and they had moved to California several years before. It is believed that Paul had an accident as he disappeared and Sadie never heard from him or received the treasured letter.

By chance or divine orchestration, Dr. Benjamin F. Lyford was reading an article in his local newspaper that caught his attention. It was a copy of the article Paul Everett had printed in the St. Louis newspaper. It talked about a soldier looking for a little girl by the name of Sadie Bushman. Dr. Lyford could not believe his eyes! He had thought of Sadie many, many times over the years and wondered what had become of that brave little girl. After thirty years, Dr. Lyford was able to find and reunite with Sadie Bushman Jungerman. Can you imagine their complete and total surprise to find out that Sadie had lived the past 15 years just miles from Dr. Lyford’s home!

As a thank you to Sadie for her courage and service back in Gettysburg, Dr. Lyford gifted Sadie and Edward a little cottage of their own on his beautiful large estate. He had become a very successful wealthy doctor over the years, specializing in the embalming process which was being pioneered during the Civil War.

Sadie had a baby girl Edith who died before her first birthday and they weren’t able to have any more children. Sadie had been a nurse most of her life, in addition to caring for her invalid husband Edward.

How fitting and appropriate that Sadie, the youngest nurse at the Battle of Gettysburg, was later given the newspaper headline title: “THE HEROINE OF GETTYSBURG.”

If Only We Had Known.

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Below is the transcription and the newspaper article:

Bushman, Sadie Gettysburg headlinesPrinted in the Gettysburg Compiler
Gettysburg, PA., January 12, 1892, No. 20.

From San Francisco Call, Dec 31, 1891

The Part That a Brave Little Girl
Played During the Battle.
She Was Only Nine Years Old, But She
Served General Meade’s Army for
Two Weeks in the Capacity
of Nurse.

In yesterday’s Call appeared a brief ac-
court of an incident of the great battle of
Gettysburg, in which a California lady played
an active part. A Call representative,
who called upon the lady, now Mrs. Edward
Jungerman, at her pleasant home, 822
Twenty-second street, in Oakland, was
treated to an interesting chapter of remi-
niscences of that memorable engagement,
such as must be a never-failing source of delight
to the juvenile Jungermans when,
childlike, they clamor for “a story.”
Mrs. Jungerman, then Sadie Bushman,
was a month or so less than 10 years old on
that bright July morning in 1863, when her
mother awakened her early with the startling
news that 40,000 men of Lee’s army
were within a few miles of the town, hurrying
on to join tbe main line at Cashtown.
The Federals were already in the field, and
it would not be long before tbe opposing
forces would be struggling fiercely for possession
of Seminary Ridge, the rocky emi-
nence on which Buford’s forces were already
“They are going to shell the town,” her
mother said, “and we must all get away.”
In a few minutes their plans were made.
Sadie was to take her little brother and
hasten to her grandmother’s, some two miles
down the valley. There were several smaller
children who, “in charge of their father
and mother, would follow as quickly as
Taking tight hold of her little brother’s
hand, the little girl started out. Her
parents, with the babies, came a little dis-
tance behind, but hardly had they reached
the street when a surging crowd of frightened
people hurrying to some place of safety
bore the two children away from the rest of
the party. It was two long weeks before
the brave little girl saw father or mother
again, and during those two weeks they
mourned her as dead.
Keeping out of the crowd as best she
could and holding fast to her little charge,
the child kept on her way toward her grand-
mother’s. It was not long, however, before
the pathway along which the two fled
brought them directly into the thick of the
fight, on the side of Seminary Ridge, among
the Union forces. On every side men were
falling. The air was thick with smoke.
The roar of artillery, the quick word of
command, the groans and cries of the dying
all struck terror to the child’s heart as she
hastened on. Her little brother clung to her
in despairing affright, but she soothed him
as best she could, realizing clearly in her
young mind that any minute might be their
last. There was no use to retreat; danger
lay behind as well as before. They could
only press forward, so on they hurried.
Suddenly there was a blinding flash, an ex-
plosion louder than any yet, and something
whizzed by her, whipping her short skirts in
its flight A gray-bearded officer seized the
two children and dragged them to one side
“ What an escape” he exclaimed. “That
was a shell!” Taking Sadie’s hand, he hur-
ried the two down the ridge in tbe direction
of their destination, and a few minutes later
breathless and nearly dead with fright, they
reached their grandmother’s farm-house.
”Things were almost as bad there
though,” said Mrs. Jungerman,” and every-
body was in an excitement of heightened con-
fusion. Just as I got there some Union
soldiers came, bearing another between
them, whose leg bad been terribly shot. A
surgeon was with them and they said the
leg must be cut off at once. There was no-
body there but us to help. The men could
not be spared from fighting. Then the surgeon
tnrned to me and asked me if I could
hold a cup of water to the poor man’s month
while the leg was being taken off. I was
terribly frightened, but I saw that I must
do it, so I stood where I was told and held
the cup as directed. I had to see the whole
operation, and I can remember every cut as
plainly to-day as I saw it then. They laid
the leg over a carpenter’s horse before they
began to operate. They did not take the
man into the house, but; performed the ope-
ration out under a big apple tree that grew
in the farm-house yard.
“Well, that was the beginningof the most
fearful two weeks I ever knew. Father and
mother did not come. I never saw them
until two weeks later; none of us knew
whether the others were alive or dead,
There was plenty to be done, though, to
keep us too busy to think. The churches
and school-houses in town were tuned into
hospitals, and even we children, those who
had the nerve to do it, had to help nurse
the wounded. I used to carry soup and
broth and feed those that couldn’t help
themselves. I reported every day to the
officers of the Christian Commission, and
they told me what to do, and it was day and
night work sometimes. I helped at other
operations, too, and, in fact, did what I
was told.”
History has given us full particulars of
the awful carnage in that frightful battle.
There were over 7000 wounded Confederate
captives and more than 13,000 wounded
Uuion men to be cared for in those impro-
vised hospitals. It was a time to try the
souls and nerves of strong men and earnest
women. What the brave little nine-year-
old maiden must have suffered of fright,
home-sickness, anxiety and pain is easier to
imagine than to describe. Mrs. Jungerman
did not attempt to describe it to the Call
representative. She simply shivered at the
memory, even after this lapse of years, and
contented herself with saying it was an
awful remembrance.
It was a gala day for the little girl when
her father and mother with the rest of the
family were once more united, at the
end of the fortnight, under the old farm-
house roof. The horrors of war had held
them helpless elsewhere in the town, equally
busy, unable to proceed through the line and
only daring to hope against hope that the
two children were safe with their grand
Mrs. Jungerman cherishes a grim reminder
of that dreadful time in the form of a
paper-weight made from a minnie ball taken
from the skull of a rebel who fell on that
dreadful field.
Mrs. Jungerman has been a resident of
Oakland for fifteen years.

A Child’s Benison.
The following, from the Chicago Inter-
Ocean recalls an episode of the war, which,
connected as it is with the life history of a
lady now living in our sister city of Oakland,
is of more than ordinary interest to Cal-
ifornians. A dispatch from St Louis, under
late of December 8th, to the Inter-Ocean,
says: To the Editor. Will you kindly pub-
ish in your paper the inclosed copy of a
letter found by me in an old book in St.
Louis. The old soldier never finished it,
but he asked that it be published, so I send
a copy. I sent to Gettysburg for information
as to the girl, and find she is the daughter
of one of Gettysburg’s most respected citi-
zen’s. She is now living in Okland Cal.,
and is the wife of Edward Jungerman, I
enclose the picture of the lady.

ST. LOUIS, Nov. 15, 1830.
In the first day’s battle of Gettysburg I
had my leg shattered by a shell and was
taken to a field a short distance from town.
The farm was owned by a man named Bushman,
a wagon-maker. A motherly old lady
and little girl came up to me. The surgeon
turned to the little girl and said: “Hold
his cup of water to his lips,” which she did,
and stood by while they cut off my leg.
They did the best they could in those trying
times to care for me and others, and I have
aIways hoped to reward that brave little
girl, but have never been able. I wrote to
the surgeon, but he had gone where we all
must go some day. I ask the boys of the
Grand Army to do what I have never been
able to do. The girl was with the wounded
and sick and did all she could, and shells
flying all around. I heard she used to go
every day to the hospital. They all loved
that innocent little girl. She told me her
name was Sadie Bushman. She was only 9
years old, aud the old lady was her grand-
mother and her parents lived in Gettysburg.
Now, boys, see justice done her, the heroine
of Gettysburg.

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There were several Bushman farms in the battlefield areas.  2018-8-2 Gettysburg TripHere is the home where Michael Bushman lived:2018-8-2 Gettysburg Trip (155)

If you visit the Gettysburg Museum today, you will learn more about what it was like to live in Gettysburg during this time.

2018-8-2 Gettysburg Trip (18)2018-8-2 Gettysburg Trip (23)Here is a hand saw that was used by doctors in Gettysburg to amputate limbs:2018-8-2 Gettysburg Trip (25)2018-8-2 Gettysburg Trip (26)2018-8-2 Gettysburg Trip (29)2018-8-2 Gettysburg Trip (30)

This is a photo of Dr. Benjamin F. Lyford, who performed the surgery.2018-8-2 Gettysburg Trip (42)2018-8-2 Gettysburg Trip (41)

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