Sarah Ellen Clift Turley b. 3 May 1817, d. 4 March 1847, Winter Quarters

Sarah Ellen Clift is the daughter of Robert Clift and Elizabeth Cantle.  She was born 3 May 1817 in Clifton Gloucestershire, England.

Sarah Ellen Clift Memorial 7983 #2

Sarah Ellen was married to Mr. Selwyn, later divorced.

Theodore Turley and Sarah Ellen Clift were married 26 April 1844 and sealed in the Nauvoo Temple 19 January 1846.  Their family consisted of two sons born to Sarah Ellen in a previous marriage: Longmore Congrove Clift Selwyn (1839-1932) and George Augustus Clift Selwyn (1841-1894), and Princette (1845-1847), Joseph Smith (1846-1847) and Hyrum Smith (1846-1847), who all died in infancy, the last two being twins. Sarah Ellen died 4 May 1847 in Winter Quarters (now Florence), Nebraska, the same year as Frances Amelia Kimberley, Theodore’s first wife.

Sarah Ellen is buried in the Mormon Pioneer Cemetery, Omaha Douglas County Nebraska, Plot: Grave #148.

Transcription of the Family Memorial:

Family Memorial
Theodore Turley Born in Birmingham England Son
of Wi^m Turley & Elizbeth ^Yates Turley Born April 10th 1801
Sarah Ellen Clift Daughter of Robert & Elizbeth
Clift Born in ^Clifton Bristol England May the 3^rd 1817
Congrave Clift Selwyn Born April 24th 1839 in
England Cheltenham
George Augustus Clift Selwyn ^Born February 24^th 1841
in England in the Town Cheltenham Glostershire
Sarah Ellen C . . . . . .^d (ealed) with T. T (urley) for T(ime). . & E(ternity)y in year
April 26th 1844 & M__ – – – & Sea ^d allso Sealed in the House
of the Lord Janary19^th 1846
Princette Turley Born August 2^nd 1845 in Nauvoo Daughter of Theodore & Sarah
Ellin Turley Died and Council Bluff ^winters Quarters 10 Day of Septem[cut off] 1846
Joseph Smith Turley Born on the 5 of December 1846
Died at Council Bluffs winters Quarters March 5 1847
Hyrum Smith Born 5^th of December 1846
Died at Council Bluffs winters Quarters April 29 1847
Sarah Ellin Turley Died at Winter Quarters Near Council Bluffs
on the 4 day of may 1847
Theodore Turley Died in Beaver City August 12 1871
come to his death by a cancer in the throat and Mouth
George Wood Jun &
Nikles Wood

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Ann John Lewis b. 3 May 1818: Celebrating 200th Birthday!

Ann John Lewis is my husband John’s Great-great Grandmother.  She was born 200 years ago today in Cardiff, Wales.Lewis, Ann headstone in St. John's Cardiff WalesMemorial headstone for Ann John Lewis at St. John’s in Cardiff, Wales

When Ann John was born on May 3, 1818, her father, John, was 35, and her mother, Elizabeth, was 37. She married John A Lewis in March 1834 in Cardiff, Glamorgan, Wales. They had seven children in 10 years. She died as a young mother on May 10, 1850, at the age of 32.

John A. Lewis was a rock mason by trade and a master builder. He with his brother built the Cardiff docks. He was educated as a Weselyn minister. He did not hear of Mormonism until after his second marriage in Wales to Mrs. Priscilla Merriman Phillips in 1851.

Today we remember and celebrate John’s wife, Ann, mother of Ann b. 1836, Frederick b. 1838, Mary b. 1839, Amelia b. 1841, Frederick b. 1844, and twins William and Prees b. 1847.

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Anna Maria Zehner, b. 1 May 1788 in Grossgartach

Here is the 1788 birth entry for my 3rd Great-grandmother, Anna Maria Zehner, daughter of Johann Christoph Zehner from Grossgartach and Anna Maria Ries from Emmendingen.  Anna Maria was their 3rd of 8 children, all daughters, but one (the son was a twin).

Zehner, Anna Maria b. 1 May 1788

Anna Maria Zehner married Johannes Schaefer from Lehnenberg, Waiblingen, Wuerttemberg, Germany.  He died in 1845 in Grossgartach and she died in 1857 in Grossgartach.  Anna Maria and Johannes Schaefer had 2 sons, Karl Friederich and Johann Jakob, my 2nd Great-grandfather.

Here is their marriage entry 1819.  They were married on 18 June of that year in Buoch, Wuerttemberg.  Johannes Schaefer was a tailor.

Schaefer, Johannes & Anna Maria Zehner marriage 1819

Ann Laemmlen Lewis < Arthur Laemmlen < Elsa Schaefer < Christof Wilhelm Schaefer < Johann Jakob Schaefer < Anna Maria Zehner and Johannes Schaefer

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Ira Depo Lyman, b. 30 April 1855, son of Priscilla Turley and Amasa Lyman

Lyman, Ira Depo b. 1855

History of Ira Depo Lyman by Chester Lyman

My father Ira D. Lyman was born in San Bernardino, California on April 30, 1855.
My mother Elizabeth Ann (Rowley) Lyman was born in Fillmore, Millard County, Utah April 4, 1858.  Father Lyman was the son of Amasa Mason Lyman and the second child of Priscilla (Turley) Lyman.

Father and Mother were married in the old State house at Fillmore, Utah which was built for the State Capitol of Utah. They were married by Edward Partridge on January 1st, 1878. Edward Partridge was Probate Judge of Millard County, Utah Territory.
Six children were born to Ira and Elizabeth Lyman. Ira Dunbar was born in Fillmore April 23, 1881. Ira died in Fillmore with diphtheria on March 27, 1882. George Alonzo was born in Fillmore July 6, 1884 and was killed on the Baxter Pass of the Uintah Railroad January 3rd, 1923. George was buried at Grand Junction, Colorado. A special train was assigned by the Denver & Rio Grande Railroad for the purpose of carrying George’s remains from Mack Colorado to Grand Junction. The service was conducted by the Elks Lodge of which George was paid up life member. Mabel (Lyman) O’Fallen was born in Fillmore, Utah, August 3, 1886. She now lives in Gunnison, Colorado. Claud Ernest Lyman was born in Price, Utah on November 19, 1890, and died at Portland, Oregon, March 29, 1958. I, Chester Lyman, was born in Price, Carbon County, Utah, October 13, 1893, now residing in Duchesne, Utah. Edna Clair (Lyman) Smith, was born in Price, Carbon County, Utah, September 20, 1897; and now lives at 227th South 7th, Corvallis, Oregon.

My father and family moved from Fillmore, to Price, Utah, shortly after the death of my Grandmother Rowley in the year 1888. Price was young and wild and their chief places of amusements were saloons.

Father worked at everything he could, including farming for a man by the name of Tobe Whitmore. It was while watering grain for Tobe that father had a stroke or a nervous ailment that lasted through his entire life. Father opened up a coal mine North of Price, and the people would drive teams and wagons into the mine and load coal from the face of the mine. Due to father’s negligence in not filing on his claim, it was filed on by a saloon keeper of Price, Utah, by the name of John Milburn and father lost all rights to his coal mine.

In 1897 we moved to Soldier Canyon on the stage line between Price and Vernal, there were stations about every twenty miles. One at Soldier Canyon; Ed Lee in Nine Mile, Smith Wells, Myton, Half-way Hollar and then into Vernal.

Father took care of the stage horses and would have them harnessed, and they would change teams. Many freight outfits stayed at Soldier Canyon, for all the freight for the Indian Reservation and Ashley Valley was hauled by wagon team. As many as twenty or more outfits would be camped in one night going and coming. There were no automobiles in those days, so it had to all be done by freight teams.

My brother Claud and I opened up a coal mine of our own just a short distance from our house, while working or rather playing at the mine, we looked just across the Canyon and there was a large Lynx cat watching us. Claud told me to go home and get father while he kept his eye on the cat. I ran home and got father with the old 45-90 and father killed the cat.

We had many experiences while we lived at Soldier Canyon. It was on the trail of the bad men that traveled between the hole in the rock in Emery County to Brown’s Park in Uintah County.

Mother Lyman (as my Mother was called) ran the boarding house and one night at the evening meal two rough looking men sat at the table, it was family style, and we were all at the table. The telephone rang and father got up to answer it, one of the men told father “if that is the Sheriff you haven’t seen any one.” We lived a long way from anyone and it wasn’t healthy to know too much.

The Spanish American War happened while we were at Soldier Canyon and we saw lots of troops moving between Ft. Duchesne and the railroad at Price. Father made good money feeding the horses and the officers. Along came Maroni Rowley from Parachute, Colorado (now known as Grand Valley Colorado). He was a brother of my Mothers. He sold father a ranch on Parachute Creek, and we moved by team and wagon to Colorado. The trip took us thirteen days to go by Myton, Vernal, Jensen, crossed by Green river on a ferry boat. We went by the way of the old “K” ranch. We camped one night at the “K” ranch, then we traveled on to Rangeley on the White river; there was no settlement there then. We traveled up the White river to Meeker, then to Rifle and to Parachute.

Father had some fine horses, and built a good log house with a shingle roof. He broke up a lot of ground and planted a crop. Then Father and George watered things up and when it came to the second watering the Water Commissioner came along and locked the head gate; there was only a high water right to the land that Uncle Roan (as he was known to us kids) had sold to my father.

I went my first year of school at a little school house down the creek two miles from the house. The snow would get deep and brother George would break the road, Mable would go next, Claud then me. Edna was too young to go yet. We went to school with eight grades and one teacher.

Fishing was good and we ate deer meat the year round. In the mountains north of where we lived was the old battle ground where the cattle men and the sheep men fought a range battle.

In the year 1900 we moved back to Vernal, Utah. We lived in the old Bowen Saloon just across and east of George Adams grocery and dry goods store. We moved to a small house by the side of the home built by President Smart. Then father bought a home by the side of Jim Griffin. Mr. Griffin ran a saw mill in the mountains north of Vernal. Mr. Griffin was killed by a son of Jake Workman, it was a tragedy for us kids for we all liked Mr. Griffin very much.

I had a very pleasant childhood in Vernal, going to road shows in the old Workman Opera house, hunting fossils at the dinosaur monument, with Shirley Daniels.

Father hauled freight with his teams and was away a great deal. Mother was a midwife and nursed the sick so she was away from home a lot, so we kids learned to take care of ourselves.

Then came along the Uintah Railroad which started at Mack, Colorado, and headed for the Uintah Basin. We moved to Mack, Colorado, and Mother ran a boarding house and father and George worked on the grade with their teams. When the first rails were laid, Claud and I drove the first spike in the ties that held the rails. We were just kids but the section gang gave us a hammer and let us drive the spike. We followed the railroad and at Atchee they built the railroad shops. George quit the teams and got a job as night watchman on the railroad. He worked himself up to a Fireman and then to an Engineer. He was Engineer for some twenty years.

George was in a bad wreck just a few miles out of Mack, Colorado, and suffered injuries that caused him trouble some twenty years later during his last days. He had been made traveling Engineer for the railroad and was sent to Windella, a water filling station on the road to do some work on an engine that was having trouble. On his way back coming down the hill east of Baxter Pass the Engineer called for had brakes to be put on. The engine was pushing a snow plow in front of it and George was putting on the hand brake next to the tender of the engine. The engine left the track and sacks of gilsonite, which the cars were loaded with, pinned George into the tender and he was killed.

The railroad was built to Dragon. We were still running the boarding house and father worked his teams. At Dragon, Mother fed as many as one hundred fifty men three times a day; of course she had an old negro (old Dave) as he was known, two Japanese, and one pastry cook, also one dishwasher and one waitress by the name of Ruby Evans, and her daughter Mabel. It was all done in a building made of rough lumber and covered with paper. The weather on the evacuation creek gets plenty hot in the summer and with the working conditions as they were, made it plenty rough.

We heated the wash water for all clothing on a fire outside in a tub, and we washed outside; of course the big cook stove in the boarding house was always hot so the dish water was heated on top of the stove. No water pressure so no hot water tanks, just big kettles on top of the stove. And to think of washing dishes for one hundred fifty men three times a day; no wonder I hate washing dishes. I washed dishes when I had to stand on a box to reach the top of the sink.

We would move from Dragon, Watson, Rainbow into Vernal each fall of the year and back in the spring, for father tried to give us children all the education he could. One fall on our way from Dragon to Vernal we crossed the ferry at Alhambra on the Green River. Claud and I asked father if we could go on into Vernal afoot and he, not thinking we would we would said, “Go Ahead”, and we started to walk and it was fifteen miles. On the way the coyotes started to howl and we ran until we gave out. When we passed the Cemetery southeast of Vernal an animal came down the road and it would come toward us then back up, going backwards and frontwards. Being dark we couldn’t tell what it was but we were plenty scared. We got a big sunflower stock each and chased it off the road. Father was sure vexed with us as Mable had to herd the cattle and milk the cows on to Vernal. I think we got our pants spanked. It was about this time that Claud and I were sent to Johnson’s or Renold’s flour mill on Ashlay Creek to get a grist of flour. On our way home we must see how fast the horses could trot so we let them out. They were a beautiful pair of Hamiltonian trotters. They trotted so far then broke into a run. When we got home the team was in a lather, and do you think we didn’t get our pants tanned.

Our school days in Vernal was a fond remembrance. Father Lyman and Brother George Lyman took up a homestead each; 160 acres in each homestead, which was about five miles down the Duchesne River south of Randlett, and we moved to the Reservation in 1905.

The Indians at first were not very friendly and Old Buckskin Jim tried to run us off the farm. One day while we were living in a tent, before we had the house finished; old Buckskin Jim came and told us that this was his ground and we must leave. Father went with him over to a survey party that was surveying a railroad into the Basin (which was never built) to try and show that he owned the land. Claud and I was left alone and when dark came we took the 25-20 rifle and sit by the front of the tent. Father came riding home and we didn’t know whether it was father or an Indian so Claud cocked the rifle and father heard it and said “hold it, it’s I” we were very much relieved.

Father made friends with the Indians and we had no more trouble. Among our Indian friends were Buckskin Jim; Wassiup, Tonuts, Cesspoch, Charley Shaoanaux, Jonny Victor, Orin Curry and others.

Father built a home on the river bottom and in the spring of 1906 the water was so high that it was twelve inches deep around our house. This is the year that George and I were sick with typhoid fever and I also had appendicitis and a little blood poison. I nearly died but pulled through. The home was moved to higher ground on the northeast forty.

. . . . My father took ill and I left the Duchesne Stage Line and took over the management of the store in Randlett. While in Randlett we had a lot of close friends, such as the Owens family. Hugh Owens being near my age and Bessie Owens, who in later years became the wife of a Mayor and Merchand of Duchesne, George Kohl.

I enjoyed working in the store. The trade was mostly Indians and we butchered our own livestock such as beef, pork and mutton. We didn’t have the meat inspected as we have today. We sold the meat in large pieces for twenty-five cents or thirty cents a pound, but everything went o.k. until father died with cancer in May of 1917.

World War 1 had broken out in April and father died in May. I was drafted in July, but I had to get an extension for a few months so I could settle the affairs of the business before leaving for the Army.

Lyman, Ira Depo and Elizabeth Ann headstone

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LDS Apostles Fulfill Joseph Smith’s Prophecy of Meeting in Far West, Missouri, 26 April 1939. Theodore Turley was there.

Far West Temple Site 1907

Photograph, George Edward Anderson, 1907. (Church History Library, Salt Lake City. Temple lot in Far West.

Far West Temple Site

Despite threats of violence to stop them, Brigham Young, Wilford Woodruff, John Taylor and other apostles and church leaders gathered in Far West, Missouri to lay the cornerstone of a temple and depart for their mission to England.

“And next spring let them depart to go over the great waters, and there promulgate my gospel, the fulness thereof, and bear record of my name.
Let them take leave of my saints in the city of Far West, on the twenty-sixth day of April next, on the building-spot of my house, saith the Lord.” Doctrine and Covenants 118:4-5

Elder Wilford Woodruff describes the background and circumstances of the revelation.

“The Twelve Apostles were called by revelation to go to Far West, Caldwell county, to lay the foundation of the corner stone of the Temple. When that revelation was given this Church was in peace in Missouri. It is the only revelation that has ever been given since the organization of the Church, that I know anything about, that had day and date given with it. The Lord called the Twelve Apostles, while in this state of prosperity, on the 26th day of April, 1838, to go to Far West to lay the corner stone of the Temple; and from there to take their departure to England to preach the Gospel. Previous to the arrival of that period the whole Church was driven out of the State of Missouri, and it was as much as a man’s life was worth to be found in the State if it was known that he was a Latter-day Saint; and especially was this the case with the Twelve. When the time came for the corner stone of the Temple to be laid, as directed in the revelation, the Church was in Illinois, having been expelled from Missouri by an edict from the Governor. Joseph and Hyrum Smith and Parley P. Pratt were in chains in Missouri for the testimony of Jesus.”

Elder Woodruff then writes of how the apostles who hadn’t been imprisoned were fretting over what to do concerning this revelation and the actions taken by the apostles.

“As the time drew nigh for the accomplishment of this work, the question arose, “What is to be done?” Here is a revelation commanding the Twelve to be in Far West on the 26th day of April, to lay the corner stone of the Temple there; it had to be fulfilled. The Missourians had sworn by all the gods of eternity that if every other revelation given through Joseph Smith were fulfilled, that should not be, for the day and date being given they declared that it should fail. The general feeling in the Church, so far as I know, was that, under the circumstances, it was impossible to accomplish the work; and the Lord would accept the will for the deed. This was the feeling of Father Smith, the father of the Prophet. Joseph was not with us, he was in chains in Missouri, for his religion. When President Young asked the question of the Twelve, “Brethren, what will you do about this?” the reply was, “The Lord has spoken and it is for us to obey.” We felt that the Lord God had given the commandment and we had faith to go forward and accomplish it, feeling that it was His business whether we lived or died in its accomplishment.

“On the 18th of April, 1839, I took into my wagon Brigham Young and Orson Pratt; Father Cutler took into his wagon John Taylor and George A. Smith, and we started for Far West. On the way we met John E. Page, who was going with his family to Quincy, Illinois. His wagon had turned over, and when we met him he was trying to gather up with his hands a barrel of soft soap. We helped him with his wagon. He then drove into the valley below, left his wagon, and accompanied us on our way. On the night of the 25th of April we arrived at Far West, and spent the night at the home of Morris Phelps. He had been taken a prisoner by the mob, and was still in prison.

“On the morning of the 26th of April, 1839, notwithstanding the threats of our enemies that the revelation which was to be fulfilled this day should not be fulfilled; notwithstanding ten thousand of the Saints had been driven out of the state by the edict of the governor; and notwithstanding the Prophet Joseph and his brother Hyrum Smith, with other leading men, were in the hands of our enemies in chains and in prison, we moved on to the Temple grounds in the city of Far West, held a council, and fulfilled the revelation and commandment given to us.”

Apostles Lay Cornerstone for Temple in Far West, Missouri

Elder George Q. Cannon spoke of the events that took place in Far West.

“They laid it [the temple cornerstone] in the midst of their enemies; they sang their songs, ordained two of the Twelve [Wilford Woodruff and George A. Smith], and if I recollect right, two of the Seventies, and then shook hands with the Saints there, bade them adieu, and took their departure for Europe, thus fulfilling the word of God given nearly a year previously through the Prophet Joseph, and which the enemies of the Kingdom of God said should never be fulfilled.” Months earlier, Theodore Turley had defended Joseph Smith to a group of hostile men that vowed to keep this meeting from happening. He was fortunate enough to be present at the fulfillment of the revelation he stood up for. Brigham Young recorded the following interchange regarding Theodore.

“As the Saints were passing away from the meeting, Brother Turley said to Page and Woodruff, “Stop a bit, while I bid Isaac Russell good-bye”; and knocking at the door called Brother Russell.

His wife answered, “Come in, it is Brother Turley.”

Russell replied, “It is not; he left here two weeks ago,” and appeared quite alarmed; but on finding it was Turley, asked him to sit down; but he replied, “I cannot; I shall lose my company.”

“Who is your company?” inquired Russell.

“The Twelve.”

“The Twelve!”

“Yes. Don’t you know that this is the twenty-sixth, and the day the Twelve were to take leave of their friends on the foundation of the Lord’s House, to go to the islands of the sea? The revelation is now fulfilled, and I am going with them.”

Russell was speechless, and Turley bid him farewell.

Thus was this revelation fulfilled, concerning which our enemies said, if all the other revelations of Joseph Smith were fulfilled, that one should not, as it had day and date to it.”

Journal of Discourses, Vol.13, p.159 – p.160, Wilford Woodruff, December 12, 1869
Wilford Woodruff — History of his life and labors, pp. 101-102
George Q. Cannon, “Life of Joseph Smith the Prophet”
History of the Church, Vol.3, Ch.22, p.339

Far West SiteFar West MemorialFar West Temple Site markerFar West Temple Site stone

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Walter Turley b. 25 April 1891, d. 9 September 1891 in Colonia Juarez, Mexico

Colonia Juarez today

From the History of Clara Ann Tolton Turley written by her son, Isaac Turley Jr., and assisted by his daughter, Viola Turley Haws.

Clara Ann endured those times of uncertainty with faith and courage. She was a wonderful mother, and was very loyal to her family. She had twelve children, seven girls and five boys; namely, Edward, Esther, Frances, Ernest, Ida May, Mary Ann, Clara Ellen (“Nellie”), Moroni, Rachel, Isaac, Walter and Anna Priscilla. Besides Ida May, who died on Buckskin Mountain, they buried four other children at very early ages: Mary Ann, one year old, passed away in Joseph City, Arizona, in 1880; Moroni, at two years of age, died in Snowflake in 1885; Rachael died at age four in Colonia Juarez on October 7, 1889; and Walter died at five months of age in Colonia Juarez, in 1891. Clara Ann and Isaac raised seven children to maturity. Sarah, Isaac’s first wife, [also] had twelve children. Some of them, also, died at early ages. The children in those two families, who grew to maturity and have families of their own, raised good, strong families. Many prominent Church leaders, such as Mission Presidents, Stake Presidents, Bishops, Relief Society Presidents, and missionaries, have come from the posterity of Isaac Turley and his two wives, Clara Ann and Sarah.

Walter Turley was the son of Isaac Turley and Clara Ann Tolton.  He was born in Colonia Juarez 25 April 1891 and he died there 9 September 1891.

Colonia Juarez today 2

Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico today.

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Frances Turley Romney b. 21 April 1873, d. 19 June 1953. “Her kindness overflowed.”

The Theodore Turley Family Book, pp. 366-370 

Frances Turley Romney, daughter of Isaac and Clara Ann Tolton Turley, was born April 21, 1873 in Beaver, Utah. When she was five years old, her parents were called by President John Taylor to join the United Order in St. Joseph, Arizona. On their journey, after passing the Colorado, Clara continued to drive the team for one of their three wagons while her eldest daughter, Esther, held her dying baby. After the latter’s death and burial by the wayside, Isaac, with his family and possessions, struggled down the Buckskin Mountains. In camp one evening, while running to feed, a stallion kicked Frances in the head, severing her ear and causing her to almost bleed to death. Her resourceful mother, using pine gum, stopped the bleeding and stuck the ear into place so well that later there was no scar visible.

Turley, Isaac Family

Top: Esther, Ernest, Edward Franklin, Frances Front: Isaac Jr., Clara Ann, Anna Priscilla, Isaac Sr., Clara Ellen

Arriving in St. Joseph, Isaac, considered a wealthy man, turned over his possessions to the United Order, including hundreds of cattle and horses. Then, as a member, he labored 12-14 hours daily while Clara worked in the dairy. Frances later recalled a dispute she and another girl living in the Order had over a cat. In the pulling match which ensued, Frances won the cat, but, losing her balance, she tumbled over backwards into a tub of water.

Some of the members of the United Order were less industrious than the Turleys so, after three years, the Order being dissolved, Isaac took his families and relocated in Snowflake, Arizona. Here they planted orchards and sent the children to school.
At age 13, Frances was a grown young lady with blonde curly hair and a sunny disposition. She quite charmed her first beau, but alas, he was destined to move to Mesa, Arizona, while she, at the same time with the Turleys, departed for Mexico in May, 1886. With the other Mormon colonists, they settled, after leaving Camp Turley, in Old Town on the Piedras Verde River in Chihuahua, Mexico. Here the family built a stockade, but the girls preferred sleeping in the wagon box. In this rude setting, Frances completed her schooling, finishing all the grades then offered. Self-education, however, she considered most important and continued the process throughout her life. One day while she was in the stockade kneading bread, an earthquake occurred. Running out in the open, she noticed the hills ablaze with fire and later found the upheaval had released springs of water badly needed for their crops.

Leaving Old Town, since it was not the site originally purchased, the people moved north to the present site of Colonia Juarez. Here, not far from the Piedras Verde River, Isaac built his houses and blacksmith shop and planted his orchards and gardens. A tall man, 6′ 4″ in. in height, he often spoke endearingly of his daughter “Franty”. He was an excellent provider for his family, and friends enjoyed calling in to sample the good food and hospitality. Entertainment was provided for the young people, and Frances, after working all day, found relaxation during the evenings in square dancing and acting in “dialogues.” She was too shy to keep company with the boys, the exceptions being Dave McClellan and Gaskell and Miles A. Romney. When the latter proposed to her, using some of the words which a hero in one of his father’s plays had spoken in proposing to the heroine, she accepted. They were married September 15, 1889. How strange is fate. That early beau, traveling all the way from Mesa, Arizona, now appeared in Colonia Juarez to visit Frances, but finding her married, sadly returned home.

Frances went dutifully to live with Miles’ parents on a mountain ranch near Pacheco, where she helped them make cheese and learned from her mother-in-law how to make suits for her husband. While living there, her first child, Pearl. was born Sept. 9, 1890. All of her other children, except the last, were born after the young couple moved back to Colonia Juarez.

Romney, Frances Turley Mex Immigration Doc 1895

Frances Turley Romney Mexican Immigration Document 1895

During the early 1890’s, Miles filled a mission in England while Frances supported the family and sent him what she could spare, earning her money in a cannery. However, during this absence, Miles acquired a fondness for the “English,” for after his return his attentions turned to the daughters of Elizabeth Burrell-Coonwalzer; the lady and her daughters were emigrants from England. One by one, he married all three of the daughters: Lily, Elizabeth, and Emily in polygamy, although the Church was discouraging such practices. Frances tried to be friendly with Lily, and together they took oil painting lessons. Some of these oil paintings Frances hung, after completion, in her living room.
She served the Church by being president of the YLMIA. However, as her family grew in size, Frances decided to move to a farm north of town where, with the help of her children and with emergency contributions from her father, she managed somehow. Eight and a half years intervened before her next child was born on Oct. 10, 1907, and on March 18, 1911 another daughter.

Because of lawlessness incurred by the Mexican Revolution, Miles’ families, together with the other colonists, left Mexico for El Paso, Texas on July 28, 1912. There, during the exodus, Frances youngest son was born April 21, 1913. After living temporarily in Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona, and during the fourth exodus, Miles decided to again take his families to Mexico. But Frances preceded the other wives, facing the dangers of Mexican outlaws for the sake of having, once more, a home of her own. Hard times, ruined homes, and illness from malaria depleted, the family energy in their struggle against poverty. While working to aid the family, the eldest son, Miles, was killed by accident in Miami, Arizona and his father brought his body to the colonies for burial.
After the acute problems of food, clothes, and shelter were solved, Frances began to accumulate some books and subscribe to good magazines. Becoming adept at fashioning her own patterns and using available materials, she sewed clothes for her family in the latest styles. Sewing, a task relegated to the evening hours, she undertook only after the daily tasks were finished.

After the older children left to attend college in Utah, she moved to a home across the street from the Academy, There, on a 3/4 acre lot surrounding her home, she raised a variety of garden vegetables and fruit, including figs and grapes. She had a constant surplus which she gave away to friends, neighbors, and others in the family. What an exuberant spirit she was! Like a skylark, she rose above her many troubles, deprivations, and frustrations which beset her throughout most of her married life, and her clear, lovely voice was raised in song early in the morning as she went about her chores. Occasionally, after a morning sojourn, she would awaken her three youngest children, saying merrily, “Come You are missing the best part of the day.” Besides her flower garden of roses, sweet peas, and delphinium, she filled her windows with ever-blooming houseplants, raised and cared for domestic animals, and provided nourishing lunches for out-of-town relatives attending the Academy.

Romney, Frances &amp; Miles Archibald

After her three youngest children left home to attend college, Frances stayed on in Juarez a number of years after Miles death November 28, 1939. Since his father had died leaving no will, Gordon, acting as executor, divided the property among the three wives, Lily being deceased. Later, Frances sold her home and bought a small one near Gordon and Beth in El Paso, Texas. Now she had time, not only to attend Church, but to visit and, with Beth’s guidance, to have her hair done and to occasionally buy a pretty hat.
During an interview on the radio one day, she stated that her happiest moment was when her first baby was laid in her arms; and the most embarrassing one was when she had company for dinner one day, but forgot to put soda in her biscuits.

Romney, Frances Turley 1873 with Jacqueline Lieber 1923 Louisiana

Frances Turley Romney with granddaughter Jacqueline Lieber in 1923, Lousiana

Over the years, Florence had provided her mother with tickets for many trips to Shreveport, Louisiana, where she was lavishly entertained, sending her home with clothes of the latest fashion. Frances also enjoyed herself thoroughly on a trip to New York City to visit Pearl and Helen, returning with the latter by car to El Paso in June, 1938. In 1951-52, after a trip to Marguerite’s in Phoenix, Arizona, and another to Edna’s in Santa Rosa, Calif., she had a delightful visit in Old Mexico. However, when Gordon and Beth were leaving to head the mission in Guatemala, she collapsed with a stroke. After a temporary recovery, Frances lived with Keith and Ruth, the latter caring for her during her last illness. She died in their home in Las Cruces, New Mexico, June 19, 1953 and was buried in El Paso, Texas June 25, 1953. Although Pearl could not attend because of poor health, the rest of her children were present at the funeral.

Considering her children her greatest treasures, Frances encouraged them in their education and insisted on their maintaining high principles of honor. She was most heroic in her absence of fear and her fortitude to face dangers and heartaches, disliking, above all, lies and deceit. To those who had less than she, her kindness overflowed as she gave, with both hands, her life and goods. Her children tried to follow her precepts and they took on responsibilities, and she found joy in their accomplishments.

Children of Frances Turley and Miles Archibald Romney:
Pearl Romney Chipman, born Sept. 9, 1890
Miles Romney, born June 16, 1892
Edna Romney Noall, born Jan. 28, 1896
Florence Romney Lieber, born Oct. 3, 1897
Gordon M. Romney, born May 14, 1899
Helen Mar Romney Biddulph, born Oct. 10, 1907
Marguerite Romney Pyper, born March 18,1911
Keith Romney, born April 21,1913

Romney, Frances Turley with Francie Pyper, Beaver

Frances Turley Romney with Francie Pyper


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