Whittle, Thomas Levi (May 21, 1812 – Jul 3, 1868)
Nauvoo Temple – Nauvoo, Illinois |
Thomas WhittleThe family recently discovered information about one of our ancestors, Thomas Levi Whittle that we previously did not know. Once again, the Internet proves a great resource for family history work. While searching online, we came across information about Thomas Whittle and his family. We already were aware that Thomas lived in Nauvoo in the early days of the LDS Church, but we learned that Thomas and his family heard the Prophet Joseph Smith preach. Thomas’ wife, Mary was present at the famous event when Sidney Rigdon and Brigham Young talked to the members of the Church after Joseph Smith’s death. Thomas and Mary received their endowment in the Nauvoo temple in 1846. They came across the plains to Utah in the mass exodus as pioneers in 1848. Thomas was called on a mission to California in 1849 (the year of the Gold Rush) and later was called to the Sandwich Islands (now called the Hawaiian Islands). Thomas died in an accident on July 3, 1868 (139 years to the day of this publication). The Utah territorial flag was flown at have staff the following day, July 4, 1868 in remembrance of Thomas Whittle. We’re excited to learn these things about our ancestors. The new sources for the information are listed below. Thomas Levi Whittle and Mary Amelia Fullmer. (1997, July). Compiled by Barbara Winward Seager and posted by JnJTreeClimbers. Retrieved July 1, 2007, from http://www.jnjtreeclimbers.com/attachments/ThomasLeviWhittle/ThomasWhittleHistory.pdf Letter to George Q. Cannon and “Line on the Death of T. L. Whittle. (1868). Posted by UTGenWeb � Salt Lake County. Retrieved July 2, 2007, from http://www.rootsweb.com/%7Eutsaltla/Scans/Obit202.jpg |
Harris, William (Jun 8, 1836 – Jul 11, 1903) by Thomas Wheatley
From the Ancestral File Record, we find that William Harris was born to
McGee Harris and Mary (Polly) Givens on June 8, 1836 in Big Springs,
Wilson, Tennessee.
It is apparent that William Harris came with his parents to the Rocky
Mountains in the Heber C. Kimball Company of 1848. William would have
been 12 years old at the time.
William married Emmeline Whittle August 20, 1861 at age 25 in Richmand,
Cache, Utah. They were later sealed to each other in the
Endowment House December 27, 1864.
William died July 11, 1903 at the age of 67.
Reference: http://www.lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneercompanysearchresults/1,15792,4017-1-179,00.html
Referencing the Perpetual Emigrating Fund, General Files:
Church Archives, Salt Lake City, Utah
Ancestral File Number: 1WGH-58
http://familysearch.org
by Thomas Wheatley
Read MoreWhittle, Thomas Levi (May 21, 1812 – Jul 3, 1868) by Thomas Wheatley
From the Ancestral File Record we know that Thomas Levi Whittle was
born May 21, 1812 in Mersea Township, Essex, Ontario, Canada.
Thomas had 16 siblings. It is unknown, however, how many lived to
adulthood. The record shows death dates for only three of Thomas'
siblings. The rest are unknown.
Thomas married Mary Amelia (Polly) Fullmer in 1833 at age 21 in
Canada. Thomas and Mary had nine children. Three of the
children were born in Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois: George (Page) born
June 10 1840, Zera (Zerah) born March 21, 1843, and Emmeline born March
7, 1845. If the family lived in Nauvoo during the entire period
between the births, they surely would have seen many key events take
place concerning the development of the Church.
Thomas later married Mary Jane Butterfield August 7, 1853 in Salt Lake City, Utah. To this union were born five children.
The Whittle family is listed in two different companies that came to
the Rocky Mountains. Both companies left at almost the same time and
arrived at near the same time. The two companies were directed by
Brigham Young and Heber C. Kimball. Brigham's company left June 5, 1848
and arrived between the 20th and 24th of September 1848. Heber's
company left June 7, 1848 and arrived the 24th of September 1848.
The records mention Thomas Levi as 35-36 years old and Thomas's wife Mary Amelia Fullmer as 31-35.
Of the Whittle children the records mention:
Emmeline: 3 years old
George 7-8 years old
John C. 13 years old
Mary E. 10 years old
Olive 14 years old
Zerah 5 years old
Thomas died July 3, 1868 at the age of 56 in Richmond, Cache,
Utah. Thomas' second wife, Mary Jane went on to live until 1915
to the age of 79.
References:
http://www.lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneercompanysearchresults/1,15792,4017-1-4,00.html
http://www.lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneercompany/0,15797,4017-1-4,00.html
http://www.lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneercompany/0,15797,4017-1-179,00.html
http://www.lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneercompanysearchresults/1,15792,4017-1-179,00.html
Referencing multiple sources including archives at Church Archives,
Salt Lake City, Utah and the Family History Library, Salt Lake City,
Utah
Ancestral File Number: 1BJX-FG
http://familysearch.org
by Thomas Wheatley
Read MoreGivens, Mary (Feb 27, 1802 – Aug 20, 1873) by Thomas Wheatley
From Mary's Ancestral File Record, she was born February 1802 in
Sanford, Lincoln, Kentucky. At the age of 24, she married Mcgee
Harris. They were married the day after Christmas in 1826 in
Tennessee. They had six children born while in Tennessee and
three children were born in Illinois.
It is apparent that Mary Givens Harris came with her family to the Rocky Mountains in the Heber C. Kimball Company of 1848.
Mary would have been 46 at the time of the trek.
Mary died August 20, 1873 at the age of 71 in Pleasant Grove, Utah.
References: http://www.lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneercompanysearchresults/1,15792,4017-1 -179,00.html
Referencing the Perpetual Emigrating Fund, General Files:
Church Archives, Salt Lake City, Utah
Ancestral File Number: 1DC3-W2
http://FamilySearch.org
by Thomas Wheatley
Read MoreHarris, McGee (Nov 8, 1800 – Aug 26, 1863) by Thomas Wheatley
From Ancestral File Records, we know that McGee Harris was born
November 8, 1800 to William Harris and Margaret Sloan near Lebanon,
Wilson, Tennessee. He married Mary (Polly) Givens at age 26 in
Tennessee. McGee later married Mary Ann Simmons July 18, 1860 at
age 59.
It is apparent that McGee Harris came with his family to the Rocky Mountains in the Heber C. Kimball Company of 1848.
McGee would have been 47 at the time of the trek, and made the journey with his wife Mary and son William.
Their other children Alexander, Martha Givens, Mary Ann, and Emily
Caroline seemed to either have made the trek some other time, or made
the trek at the same time but were not included in the record.
Two children Sarah Johnson and Margaret Jane died in 1862 and 1853 in Illinois at ages 35 and 24 respectively.
McGee died August 26, 1863 in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Reference: http://www.lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneercompanysearchresults/1,15792,4017-1 -179,00.html
Referencing the Perpetual Emigrating Fund, General Files:
Church Archives, Salt Lake City, Utah
Ancestral File Number: 2NVC-KK
http://familysearch.org
by Thomas Wheatley
Read MoreCraner, George Benjamin (Jan 3, 1799 – May 18, 1854)
Voyage of the Ship Windermere
Source: http://www.davidgorton.com/journal/Windermere.htm
Condensed from W. W. Burton's Account
Note: This is from a copy made on March 23, 1944, from the British
Mission records of 1854 by Evelyn A. Sessions. It is of interest to the
Sterrett family because among the passengers of the ship Windermere
were George Benjamin Craner, 54, and his wife Elizabeth West Craner,
56, and his children: Harriet, 20 (who later married Alexander Harris
and was the mother of Emma Arminta Harris Sterrett); Ann, 15; John 11;
and Martha 9. Emma Arminta Harris Sterrett is the maternal grandmother
of H. Clay Gorton.
On Wednesday, February 22, 1854, the ship Windermere sailed from
Liverpool with 460 passengers. As the vessel started in motion, the
songs of Zion, blending in soul-inspiring harmony, thrilled the souls
of the passengers and their many friends standing on the shore gazing
at the departed vessel, shouting farewell, goodbye with eyes streaming
with tears. Doubtless they were recalling that only the night before
seven vessels, with all on board, went down in the depths of the
channel.
As the land disappeared in the distance the sweet singing ceased and
many began to feel sick. About 8 p.m. the first day at sea, an old
gentleman named Squires died. All that night the wind howled fiercely;
the sea was rough; the ship was driven from its course towards the Isle
of Atan. About 11 p.m. off Holly Head, which is a most dangerous point
and the scene of frequent shipwrecks, was passed. On the morning of the
23rd Father Squires, who died the night before, was thrown overboard.
The sea was still rough and the wind was blowing. During this day the
Windermere sailed by the remains of a wrecked vessel. Masts, sails and
other fragments were floating around. Likely, a few hours previous many
despairing souls had tenaciously clung to these same objects for relief
that never came. All had been consigned to a watery grave for no signs
of life remained and the rolling waves swept over the bodies while the
wind howled its tribute for the dead.
Some were now beginning to recover from sea sickness, but many were
still ill, and some confined to their berths. About this time flying
fishes were seen which would rise from the water and fly a short
distance and drop into the water again. Life on the Windermere was
growing monotonous, for its accommodations were poor for so many
passengers, and then it did not sail like the ocean steamers now do
when propelled by steam. The Windermere was eight weeks, four nights,
and five days sailing from Liverpool to New Orleans, which can now be
made in six or seven days. We were on the Atlantic Ocean about seven
weeks without seeing land.
On the 12th day of March, from 7 to 8 in the morning, an exceedingly
fierce storm arose. The wind roared like one of our mountain winds, the
masts cracked and the sails were cut in pieces. The captain of the
Windermere expressed fears that the ship could not stand so heavy a
sea, and in speaking with Daniel Garn, the president of the Saints on
board, said, "I am afraid the ship cannot stand this storm, Mr. Garn,
if there be a God, as your people say there is, you had better talk to
Him if He will hear you. I have done all that I can for the ship and I
am afraid with all that can be done she will go down."
Elder Garn went to the Elders, who presided over the nine wards in the
ship, and requested them to get all the saints on board and to fast,
and call a prayer meeting to be held in each ward at 10 a.m. and pray
that they might be delivered from the danger. The waves were lashed
with white foam, the storm continued in all its fury, but precisely at
10 a.m. the prayer meeting commenced and such a prayer meeting few have
ever seen.
The ship rolled from side to side. On one side the Saints were hanging
by their hands, and the other they were standing on their heads. Then
the ship would roll on the other side which would reverse their
positions. About this time the large boxes which were tied with ropes
under the berths broke loose with pots, pans and kettles and rolled
with terrible force on each side of the vessel.
Although the prayers were fervent and earnest, as the pleadings of poor
souls brought face to face with danger and death, they ceased their
prayers to watch and dodge the untied boxes, and great confusion
prevailed for some time. The wind roared like a hurricane. Sail after
sail was torn to shreds and lost. The waves were very large and as far
as the eye could see, seemed to be one angry mass of rolling white
foam. The hatches were fastened down. This awful storm lasted about 18
hours, then abated a little, but it was stormy from the 8th of March
until the 18th. Observation taken by the quadrant showed that the ship
was in the same latitude as it was on the 8th.
On the 14th of March, which was two days after this terrible storm,
smallpox broke out. Of the three sisters, one was taken down with it.
She had a light attack and recovered, but her two sisters then came
down with it and both died, and after that 37 others, 40 in all, came
down with it. Three days after the breaking out of smallpox, the ship
took fire under the cooking galley. At this time we had not seen land
for three weeks or more; when the cry of "Fire! The ship is on fire,"
rang throughout the vessel, and wild excitement and consternation
prevailed everywhere. The sailors plied water freely, all the water
buckets on board were brought into use and soon the fire was under
control.
When the last of the three sisters, who took smallpox, died it was
evening. W. W. Burton thought he would get a good place from which to
see the body thrown overboard; so he got outside the vessel and seated
himself on the ledge extending out from the deck, placing each arm
around a rope that led to the rigging. His feet were hanging over the
ocean and the ship was sailing about at 10 knots. By this time darkness
was fast setting in, but here he sat waiting to get a good view when
the corpse would be thrown into the watery grave, where some said
sharks were constantly following for prey. Brother Burton went to sleep
and the funeral passed without his knowledge. The sound of feet walking
on the deck aroused him from his slumber. A chill ran through him; his
hair almost stood on end when he sensed his condition. Here he had been
asleep, his feet were hanging off the side of the vessel which was
rocking to and fro. He wondered how he had escaped falling overboard.
It was now totally dark. He climbed into the ship and resolved never to
expose himself so again. About this time the stench of the smallpox was
fearful in every part of the vessel.
Emma Brooks was the name of the young lady just thrown overboard. Her
sister Fanny had died the same day about half past one o'clock p.m.,
and was also thrown overboard about two o'clock. The funeral services
were very impressive; a funeral at sea is the most melancholy and
solemn scene perhaps ever witnessed, especially when the sea is calm. A
stillness like that of death prevailed with us while an old sailor, at
intervals, would imitate the doleful tolling of the bell of some old
church, such as heard in some parts of England. Funerals were becoming
frequent.
About the time the Windermere had been about six weeks out of Liverpool
and the passengers had never seen land from the time they had entered
the Atlantic. The days were generally mild and the weather very
pleasant. The sun set and the bright, pale moon seemed to be straight
above our heads. On the 8th day of April we came in sight of the Island
of Cuba. On this day, about 10 a.m., a young man named Dee, died of
smallpox. At the time of his death the wind had ceased blowing, not a
ripple upon the waters. The sea appeared bright and clear, and seemed
as smooth as a sea of glass. The young man that had just died was sewed
up in a white blanket and at the feet was placed a heavy weight of
coal. A plank was then placed with one end resting in the porthole in
the side of the ship and other near the main hatchway. The body was
then placed on this plank. The doleful tolling of the bell began. Elder
McGhee made a brief address suitable for the occasion and offered a
short prayer, after which the body and bedding of the young man were
thrown overboard. The ship was standing perfectly still and the body
could be seen sinking in the water until it appeared no longer than a
person's hand. Some thought it was seen sinking for a full 15 minutes,
others still longer; some said a half hour.
The passengers of the Windermere had passed through a terrible storm,
the panic created by the ship taking fire, their number decreased by
smallpox, still another fearful calamity threatened them. The fresh
water supply was getting short, and the store of provisions was
falling. The passengers were limited to one hard, small sea biscuit for
a day's rations.
The Captain sent some sailors in a small boat to intercept a ship that
was passing in the hopes of getting more provisions, but they failed.
The Windermere now passed the western points of the Island of Cuba. The
passengers had a good view of the lighthouse located on the most
western point. The Gulf of Mexico was before them. The Gulf Stream
flowed in like a vast river. Just think of this stream 500 miles
across, very deep and constantly flowing.
On the morning of the 20th of April the ship entered the mouth of the
Mississippi River. The passengers were more glad to look upon the
plantations of orange groves that bordered the banks of the river than
the great strong surging waves of the Atlantic which they had left
behind them. Sometimes the Negroes would call from the shore and bid
the emigrants welcome.
The Windermere set sail 22nd of February 1854 from Liverpool, England,
arrived at New Orleans 23 April, 1954. During the voyage winds were
encountered, arising at times to heavy gales. But at the end of five
weeks favorable winds set in and the ship made 1,000 miles in four days.
Six marriages were solemnized on board, six births and 10 deaths occurred.
Millennial Star, Vol. 16, pp. 140, 193, 345, 477
Church Emigration. Vol. 2 p. 185�1868
Of the Craner family who were on this ship, the father, George Benjamin
Craner, died of Cholera while crossing the plains to Salt Lake City. He
was buried in the same grave along with a young girl and a child.
Because the people were dying so fast, they didn't have time to dig
enough graves.