Showing posts with label Clarke. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sarah Homer Clarke-Obituary
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| Sarah Homer Clark |
Rites Saturday for Clarkston Pioneer
Funeral services for Mrs. Sarah Homer Clark, pioneer of Clarkston will be conducted Saturday at 1.p.m. in the Clarkston ward Chapel with Bishop A. L. Heggie officiating. Friends may call at the family home in Clarkston, Friday evening and Saturday until time of services. Burial will be in the Clarkston cemetery under direction of Kenneth Lindquist mortuary.
Mrs. Clark was the wife of the late John P. Clark, former postmaster of Clarkston, having come with her family when they homesteaded there. She was a resident of Clarkston most of her life and saw the first railway train pass through Utah at Corinne.
Mrs. Clark was the wife of the late John P. Clark, former postmaster of Clarkston, having come with her family when they homesteaded there. She was a resident of Clarkston most of her life and saw the first railway train pass through Utah at Corinne.
She attended school in a log school house receiving an honor for her penmanship.
Proceeding her in death was her husband John P. Clark and a daughter Ilda Clark Benson, surviving are 6 sons and 4 daughters, John Raland, David James, Michael H. Lester Lavern, Clarence P. & Maynard W. Clark.
Daughters, Mrs. Addie Athay, Mrs. Jennie Mc Bride, Susie Engdahl & Sarah Antrim.
Sarah Homer Clark Eulogized at Rites.
Final rites for Sarah Homer Clark, pioneer of Clarkston, were conducted Saturday in the Clarkston ward chapel with Bishop A.L. Heggie officiating. Prayer at the home was by William Homer.
Musical tribute included selections by the ladies chorus “King of Glory” & “Sweet Story of Old,” with Sarah Heggie as accompanist: trio composed of Melba Thompson and daughters Shirleen and Beth singing
“An Angel From on High”;violin solo, “Ave Maria” by Louise Clark accompanied by Eunice Ravsten; solo
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| Sarah Homer Clarke |
Those who spoke words of praise and consolation were Willard Homer, Judge J. Allen Crockett, Bishop J.
Byron Ravsten, & Bishop Heggie. Prayers were by C.D. McBride and D.J. Homer.
Pallbearers were the six sons of Mrs. Clark , J Raland, David J., Michael H, Vern, Clarence and Maynard Clark. Burial was in the Clarkston cemetery under the direction of Kenneth Lindquist mortuary.
The grave was dedicated by her son Clarence P. Clark
John Peter Clarke
History of John P. Clark
Written by Lu None Clark Heilesen,
Written by Lu None Clark Heilesen,
Grand-daughter
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| John Peter Clark |
John Peter Clark was a man to be remembered. He had an outstanding character and personality. He was of an easy going, quiet disposition and always avoided quarrels and arguments, but was set in his ideals and determined in his way.
Keeping out of debt and facing the world with a good honest name, was always a part of his life. Although he was never a church man, he did much for the church in ways of donating and tithing, etc. His ideals were high and his intellect was keen, and although he had little opportunity of going to school he had a wonderful practical educational He was well read on all subjects one could choose to discuss. He was a wonderful Geologist and few people understood rocks and minerals as he did.
When John Peter was a small boy the family moved to Virginia City, Montana, with the gold rush. His brother Jimmy was the first boy born in Virginia City.
Several incidents stood out in the memory of John Peter through out his life. There was a creek called Aldergulch that ran down the middle of the town, and the houses and tents were built on each side of the creek. One time a drunken bully by the name of Slade came galloping down the road shooting and throwing gold nuggets; J.P. and his brother Alfred hid under the bank of the creek. The bully drove his horse right into the Saloon and ordered the bartender to give it (the horse) plenty of whisky. Sometime after this J.P. witnessed the hanging of this man by the Vigilantes.
At this time the family lived in a two room log house with a high covered wagon bed by the side of it, close to the creek. One day a sick man crawled into the wagon bed. He was burning up with Mountain Fever. J.P. a small boy of five, kept this man alive three or four days on cold water. He told no one about the man, but one day his mother saw him carrying water into the wagon in a cup. She investigated and found the man. She called a Dr. who worked with him some, but the man died. They found beside him a satchel of the finest Dr,’s tools. He was a Dr. who had come out from the east. They got in touch with his folks and let them know. John Peter’s mother always figured that the Dr. she called in didn’t do his best because he wanted those fine tools.
John Peter always remembered his first boy’s suit that he ever had. It was of blue woolen material, with brass buttons.
When he was four years old he and his older brother started to school, but the teacher sent J.P. home and let Alfred go. The school house was made of logs with a porch around it, and it was situated on a side hill.
During these years, law and order were kept by a secret organization called the Vigilantes. There were many gold thieves and horse thieves among whom the sheriff was a ring leader, until he was caught by the Vigilantes.
The next big incident was when they moved to Helena. New gold had been discovered and placer digging was good. The family traveled by wagon and ox cart, with the exceptions of his mother who was ill and went by stage coach. She did not want to move again and she broke down and cried. It was in 1863 when they moved . J.P.’s father made two trips a year to Utah for flour. He also freighted cattle. During their trip from Virginia City to Helena, a man brought in some fish and some sand cherries. Also during this trip, J.P. fell out of the wagon and the wheel passed over his wrist.
Helena was built in Grizzly Gulch. There where no house for a long time, only tents, prospect holes and timber. People were afraid to go out at night for fear of falling in one of the prospectors holes which were situated along the creek and side hills.
J.P. took a five dollar bill to the store and got 1 piece of candy.
J.P.’s father built a one room log cabin and kept adding on until it had six rooms and a porch.
The first school that J.P. attended was a Catholic Church, and his teacher was Sister Tereca, a Catholic Nun. Sister Benedict came once a week and went over their work. The second year he went to a public school and his teacher’s name was Mc Knight. At recess they played ball, marbles and in the mines.
In was extremely cold in Montana, Forty degrees below was very common. One day during a cold spell in the winter, the family went visiting and it was too intensely cold to go home so they were put to bed in Buffalo robes. They always slept in buffalo robes. They wrapped in blankets first and then laid on a robe and had two robes over them. It was so cold this night that the robes froze above their heads and they had to crawl out the bottom.
When eleven years of age, J.P. followed the race tracks and hired out as a jockey. He followed the fair to Phillipsberg, and here he saw a Chinaman and a Negro hung. He also saw another Chinaman brought in from the mountains where he had been found hung on a tree and had probably been there all winter.
When J.P. was thirteen, the family moved back to Utah, but found conditions very bad, so J.P.’s father and grandfather went back to Montana. They left J.P. in charge of affairs at home.
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| John Peter & Alfred Clarke |
When J.P. was 17 he went to work on the railroad, the Utah and Oregon Shortline. He followed it from Portneuf Canyon to Deer-lodge, Montana. He worked one summer in a saw mill in Butte and returned to Clarkston when 20 years of age.
An interesting incident was when he first met Sarah Homer. Some girls were over on the square playing around and some fellows dared each other to go over and take the girls home. They all ran over and picked a girl, J.P. Clark grabbed Sarah Homer by the arm. But she was bashful and tried to get away from him. The story goes that she slapped him, but I have never heard her acknowledge this. He did however take her home. And again as a result of a dare he stepped out beside her as she walked along and their romance began. They were married in the Logan Temple by Apostle M. W. Merrill, on September 17th 1884.
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| John Peter Clark & Family |
The early part of their lives together was spent in most humble circumstances, but they went forward with willing hearts and high ideals. The lived in a log cabin with a dirt roof until they moved out onto Newton Bench where they took up a homestead. They lived there five years, until they proved up on the land and it was theirs. During this time two more children were born (one on the ranch and one in town). The other six children were born after they moved back into Clarkston. They built a new home in Clarkston. On the lawn they planted some apple seeds brought across the plains by his father. These seeds grew into two large apple trees which are standing today.
At this time J.P. became postmaster, and he held the position for 25 years. He had the post-office in his home for a few years and then he built a little building out on the corner of his lawn. It was the gathering place for all the men of the town. For years there were always horses hitched to the hitching posts there. A lot of times people would come very late at night and J.P. would get up and go out to the post-office so they could get their mail.
J.P. Clark had his code of ethics. He was of a generous disposition and helped out on all donations. He had given his children fairly good educations. He kept one son on a mission and one son went to the war.
September 17th 1934 J.P. and his wife celebrated their golden wedding together, with another couple who were married the same day. It is a peculiar coincidence that each couple had eleven children all of whom were present at the celebration. Each couple had lost one grandchild. The celebration was a grand event. Invitations were issued to nearly every one in Clarkston and many people outside. It was held in the Clarkston Church and Amusement Hall where a banquet was served and interesting program presented. In the evening there was a dance. A picture was taken of the two couple and a write-up made and sent to the Salt Lake paper.
Much could be written about the “hobby” of Geology in which J.P. was interested and active. He probably got his first interest when he was in the mines. He found and recognized many good gold samples. He has spent much time roaming the Clarkston hills in search of mineral or meteors. He always felt that there was something valuable in the hills above his home. The nearest he came to having this dream realized was in an Aragonite vein which he found. He had a road made up to the mine. But he didn’t have the money to back up the operations. Through some business maneuver or lack of money he lost the mine.
John P. liked to read and had a love for books, from them he learned many interesting things. If he sat down to read a novel he would always read the ending first if he didn’t like how it ended, he refused to read the book.
John P. had a great love for birds, he would put food out on the window seal each day and watch as they came to eat the seed.
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| John Peter Clark |
After a lingering illness caused by stomach cancer, he died on November 30, 1937 at his home in Clarkston, Utah. His entire family was present and many relatives from near and far. He had a large and beautiful funeral. Before he died he requested that a certain rock up in the Clarkston hills be brought and placed at the head of his grave. He had always loved that certain stone.
My Story of the
John P. Clark and
Sarah Homer Clark Family
By Sarah Eliza Clark Antrim born 6 February 1901 8th
child and 4th daughter.
My stories come, mostly from older members as well as
the last 3 Children and Grandchildren.
My memories 1st started
one beautiful starlet night on the old front porch after my
Father had been playing his guitar, which he did beautifully coming from a musical
family at the old home in Clarkston, Mother had been taken to the hospital at Logan from a diabatic
coma, we were lonely but we were together.
Beginning with his "Grandpa
Patrick he said came from Athboy, Ireland as a Stoway
coming to Boston as young man, he married a lovely lady, her name was Mary
Ward he had two son's Michael Joseph, a son Peter who they lost track of during
the war, Grandfather said he never heard from him again. They also had a little
girl named Mary Kathleen she died when very young. Grandfather Patrick was a
material designer for a yardage factory. While a very young boy Great Grandfather
knew his son Michael was a very talented boy, so he started him taking lesson
at the New England Conservatory School of Music, when he finished, he was
a conductor of Boston Brass Band, and a Concert Pianist. One evening while playing
for a Concert, he look up on stage and saw a beautiful little dark haired girl dancing
in a pined dress, he fell in love with her, and married her against her father's wishes.
Susannah's Father had joined the Mormon Church, and Grandfather was a Catholic.
The Joseph Lewis Thompson's
family came on to Utah with the pioneers, and Michael and Susannah
stayed on in Boston, Maine and Rhode Island.
Grandfather had his oldest son,
Uncle Alfred trained to be a very fine trumpet player, and he played
several instruments.
Susannah became very
homesick to see her family so Grandfather Michael packed his beautiful piano and
harp left them both and came to Utah. The night they landed in Logan, Utah John Peter was born in a dugout.
Great
Grandfather Joseph Lewis Thompson settled in Clarkston, Utah 18 miles from
Logan, so Michael and Susannah moved out to Clarkston and lived with her
parents. Grandpa Michael expressed freight from Cornin, Utah to Montana. When
the gold rush stared, he decided to move to Montana and he signed up to give
Concerts while in Montana. There Uncle Jim and Aunt Dolly were born.
Grandfather, Grandmother, Uncle Al, my Father John and Jim were great
entertainers, Grandmother was a Ballerina and Grandfather a pianist, Uncle Al played
the trumpet, Uncle Jim and John P. played Banjo and Guitar, they tapped danced and were beautiful
Western type singers.
Grandfather
sent to Boston for his piano and harp, also for Grandmother's beautiful costumes made of
fur and silk and 2 jade vases from England.
When
Jim and John P. were small Grandpa Patrick came to Montana and took
care of them, he took them to a Catholic Church they were Choir boys he John P.
said Grandpa Pat would spend four hours on Saturday polishing their pretty
black boots,
and cooking for Sunday Dinners.
John P. and Jim sold
newspapers to the pool halls. John P. said they did not like it because the people playing cards and drinking acting so silly.
They never wanted to live that way.
So when John P. my Father was eighteen years old he found a job on the railroad and came to Utah.
While working on the railroad he started to smoke a pipe they thought
nothing of it being bad.
Then tragedy happened
Grandfather Michael J' s opera house burned down destroying his Grand Piano, harp and some of
Grandmas clothes, also the two Jade vases. The Thompson family went to Montana
and brought Grandmother and the things
they saved back to Clarkston. Grandpa stayed on for awhile then he and
Grandfather
Pat came down. Grandpa Pat acquired the lot Maynard's home is located on today (1981).
Michael had a home and garden there so Grandpa and Grandma
and the family stayed there for awhile. The folks from all around came to see
Patrick's beautiful flower and vegetable garden. And out to the old Homestead north
of Clarkston Grandpa Michael also had a beautiful garden, he made a ditch from
the creek so he could water it. It was planted in rows with walkways in between
and also he put benched where you could set and rest for awhile, many friends and family came to
see his garden.
One
evening a knock came at the Clark family’s door. John P. answered it and to
his surprise there stood a tramp, face and cloths so dirty, his body was
covered with boils, he asked for help to which John P. replied, “I can't take
you into my home as I have young children, but I
will make you a bed in the old shed out back,” which
he did and Sarah made him some warm soup, John P. dressed his boils each day
and Sarah made food for him, soon he was better and he thanked John P. for his kindness.
When
it was apparent that John P. was going to die, I came home to help Mother
with the things she need to do. One evening I lit a pipe for John P. and he
looked me straight in the eye and said "No daughter of mine is going to
lite that sinful old pipe for me," and he wouldn't
take it. He died a very painful death from cancer of the stomach.
John Peter Clarke-Obituary
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| John Peter Clark |
Former Clarkston Postmaster Dies
John Peter Clark, 75 postmaster of Clarkston for 27 years, passed away this morning at his home in the west Cache community. He had been a resident of Clarkston for 64 years.
Born in Logan, January 27, 1862, Mr. Clark was the son of Michael J. and Susannah Thompson Clark. He moved to Clarkston in 1873 and had lived there since. He served as postmaster of the community from 1907 to 1934.
Surviving are his widow, Mrs. Sarah Homer Clark, Clarkston; the following sons and daughters; J.R. Clark, Rexburg, Idaho; David J. Clark, Salmon City Idaho; Mrs. Addie C. Athay, Twin Falls, Idaho; Mrs. Jennie McBride, Logan; Mrs. Susie Engdahl, San Francisco California; Mrs. Sarah Antrim, Parma, Idaho; Clarence P. Clark, Clarkston; Mrs. Ilda C. Benson, Newton, & Maynard W. Clark Clarkston, 31 Grand-children four Great-Grand-Children; one brother, James Clark, Clarkston and one sister, Mrs. Laura Griffiths, Clarkston.
Funeral arrangements will be announced later by the Lindquist and Son mortuary.
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| John Peter Clark Funeral |
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Michael Joseph Clarke
Michael Joseph Clark
1835-1928
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| Michael J. Clark |
While a young man, Michael Joseph was employed at Canal Bleach Factory at Providence.
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| Michael & Susannah Clark |
While Michael Joseph and Susannah lived in Providence, two children were born to them: Mary Susan, born June 12, 1858, who died when 2 years of age due to pneumonia following whooping cough; and Alfred Joseph, born April 28, 1860, died May 12 1936, Logan, Utah. Three more children were born later: John Peter in 1862; James Michael in 1865; and Laura Penelope in 1870.
Erastus Snow and Parley P. Pratt were missionaries in the New England states. They met Michael Joseph Clark in Providence, Rhode Island. Through visits they explained Mormonism to him and he was baptized September 1860. His father, Patrick, and the other members of his family never did become converted. At the time Michael Joseph came into the Church, the "Mormons" had been in Utah a little over 13 years.
The following spring they decided to come to Utah. They left Providence, Rhode Island June 10, 1861. Before they left, they placed the mortal remains of their baby, Mary Susan, in a joint grave with Michael Joseph's mother, Mary Ward Clark. "Mike" and "Sue" wanted always to know "the baby" and "grandma" were together.
They went by railroad to St. Joseph, Missouri. Here they got on a steamboat and "went by steamer" to Florence, Nebraska. It was here they became a part of the emigrant train, which made the journey west. Susannah's brother William and her sister Jane were with them. Also, Michael Joseph's father, Patrick Clark, was in the party. Jane and William Thompson joined an L.D.S. Church train. However, Michael Joseph, Patrick and Susannah came in an Independent company. They left July 1, 1861 and arrived in Logan, Cache County, Utah on October 1, 1861.
When they had been four days on the prairies, they stopped one afternoon to do their washing and rest their oxen. Michael Joseph took a walk, thinking he would get a short distance from camp and then return. When he noticed clouds gathering in the sky he decided to turn back. He walked, as he thought, towards the camp. But soon he discovered he had lost his sense of direction. He was lost in the wilds. He wandered around for some hours and finally came to the spot where they had camped the day before. This gave him "his direction". The camp he had left was 12 miles from this camp, and it was getting dark. He started at once for the wagon train. He reached camp at one o'clock in the night. Everyone was asleep, except Susannah. She was in tears and suffering in fear that he was lost. She had kept her sorrow to herself.
After they had been gone for only a month, another little incident happened. Michael Joseph and his wife were walking about a block from their wagon for personal reasons. They were weary of the journey. But Michael urged Sue on, as they were getting too far behind. "I don't care," said Susannah. "Well, keep up anyway" said Michael. "There may be Indians lurking near, and we don't want trouble." "I'm not afraid of Indians," she said. "Look behind you," said Michael. When Sue turned to look, she saw an Indian creeping up behind them, partly hidden. With a little scream of fright, she began to run and she ran until she caught up with her wagon.
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| Susannah Thompson |
After three months journey, they arrived in Logan. They lived in Logan 2 or 3 years. Here they had a genuine pioneer life so familiar to the sons and daughters of the early settlers of Utah. They lived in a dug out (approximately on West Center Street and 3rd West in Logan.) It was while they were here that their son John Peter was born.
Soon after John Peter's birth, gold was discovered in Montana, and thinking to better their condition, they moved to Montana. At that time, only a wagon track marked the road and the Bear River, Snake River, as well as other streams had to be forded. It took faith to ford those rivers, as there were five in the wagon and none could swim. However, no accident happened and after six weeks of travel, they reached the mines in Virginia City, Madison County, Montana.
Patrick, although an old man, was with them through the experiences of the frontier life common to mining towns.
Michael Joseph did not like the life of a miner and after a while he gave it up. He taught music instead. He also was musical director of the Catholic Church in Helena for a number of years and went into business for a short time.
While in Montana they enjoyed the pleasures that prosperity brings. Mining towns were booming! Their eldest son, Alfred Joseph, now 12, became proficient enough in his music to play leading coronet in the Helena band.
While at Virginia City "Mike" and "Sue" had a boy born on August 31, 1865. His name was James Michael. Then on May 1, 1870, they had a little girl born. They named her Laura Penelope.
Bad luck struck the family in 1874. A fire burned down their theater and beautiful piano. At this time Sue's father was pressuring them to return to Utah and live in Clarkston with the rest of her family. So in 1874 they moved to Clarkston where they took up farming and gardening. Michael also worked on the railroad when East and West were joined at Promontory Point.
J.J. McClellan from Salt Lake City wrote to Michael to come and help install the pipe organ in the Salt Lake Tabernacle. Michael was the first person to play this organ. J.J. McClellan told him in a letter, "You are a great credit to your church, your people, and higher civilization. You are a godly man."
The whole family was very musical. They provided music and entertainment to discouraged pioneers when many dances were held and brass bands played. At the Logan Temple ground breaking, Michael was the director of the choir that gave the concert. Brigham Young and Ezra T. Benson were in attendance.
The Civil War had begun just two months prior to Michael and Susannah leaving Rhode Island. Michael's brother, Peter, who was living in Pennsylvania at that time, working in the coalmines, joined the Pennsylvania Calvary from there. They heard from Peter a couple of times, but through the move to Utah and Montana and the destruction of the war, contact between Peter and the rest of the family was broken. They never heard from him again.
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| Four Generations |
Michael lived to be 91 years old. Even though he was very old, he was active and alert in mind and body. He had good health in his old age. He attributed his age to his regular habits and his even temper. He died April 30, 1928 in Clarkston, Cache, Utah.
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| Joseph Lewis Thompson |
Sarah Homer Clarke
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| Sarah Homer Clark |
Sarah Homer Clarke History
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I, Sarah Homer Clarke, was born Apr 28th 1865 in the 7th ward Salt Lake City, Utah. Her parent’s were Russell K. and Eliza Thornton Home. Her mother being a plural wife, she relized some of the things that the Latter-Day Saints passed through in early history of Utah. One of the most impressive things was the fear of the Indians. We was taught to be very kind to them and divide our food with as they were very mean at that time. Another thing was we all had to take care of out coals, keep them covered in order to keep the fires burning as matches was hard to get. My father carried a flint rock that they could light fires from. Along about that time is when the United Order came out so se relized what that meant to us. Another event while we lived near Brigham City was when the first train run into Cache Valley. I stood out at our back door step an saw the first train pull into Cache Valley. We allso endured the crickets and grasshoppers, fighting them day after day to try to save our gardens. Many time we had to dig segos to eat. Mother would make us shoes out of heavy cloth and then have a sole tacked on and we would wear them to Sunday school with a calico dress an that we were well dressed. At the age of 7 years, my father started out in the Dairy business and moved my mother and her family up on Bear River in Idaho near Franklin. There we had the Indians to contend again. The next winter in 1872, I lost mother. She died at the age of 31 when my youngest bro. was born. Through catching cold she left six small children, 2 boys & 4 girls. The oldest 12 years, baby 4 weeks. Then we were on the hands of others to take care of, however, father’s first wife took us an was a real mother to us. She allways fed us well and her daughter Mary sewed by hand to make our clothes. However, we was all taught to spin and make our own yarn an knit out own stockings, spin the wool to make our own dresses, an all of our winter clothing. We was allso taught to sew with a needle and make our own cloths. If we did not sew up a seam good, we had to rip it out and sew it over until we got it good enough. We was taught to save to take care of all scraps to make quilts and carpets and such things. We allso taught to save scraps to make our own soap, to wash our own clothing. We was taught to make good bread & butter and get a meal for a working man. We was taught the principles of the gospel. Our father would sing the church songs to us and many the time he has told us about the prophet Joseph Smith. About him meeting him, the prophet and too other men, when they were out preaching, go caught in a snow storm and they stayed at my father home for a week an when they left, father gave him five dollars to help them on their way and the prophet blessed him and told him that he would want for bread no more or his family. The things my father has told me about the prophet Joseph Smith has allways been a living testimony to one that this church is true. The home training an teachings we received while at home has allways stayed with me.
At the age of 19 years, I married John P. Clarke, Sep. 17th 1884 in the Logan Temple by Apostle M.W. Merrill. We have a family of eleven children, six sons & five daughters.
I have allways loved the church, love to work in the church. Was a member of the ward choir for many years. Was Pres. of the Primary for 12 years. Been a teacher in the Relief Society many years. I allso like to do temple work. I was well acquainted with Martin Harris, the witness to the Book of Mormon. His oldest son Martin was married to my oldest sister Nancy Homer. He allso lived & died at her home. I, a girl 10 years old at the time. Myself and other members of my father’s family stood at the bedside of Martin Harris the day he died. That was the 10th of July 1875 at Clarkston, Utah. This has allways been a great thing in my life in regards to my testimony. Through the teachings I received from my father when a child about the prophet Joseph Smith. My father knew him and what he has told me about him I have allways believed they were true. It has given me great joy and satisfaction. I am more than thankful I have had the privilege of being a Latter-Day Saint. The older I grow the beter I understand it. The beter I like it. This had allso been a source of pleasure to me and to be able to impart it to others.
Patrick Clarke & Mary Ward
Patrick Clark (1809-1891)
and Mary Ward (1802-1857)
written by descendants
with research by Valeen & Rand Bitter
Their first son, Peter, was born in 1833 in Athboy, Meath County, Ireland. He left home after a dispute with his father, went to Pennsylvania to work in the coal mines, and enlisted in the 7th Pennsylvania Volunteer Cavalry. The family never heard from him again. Their second son, Michael Joseph, was born October 30, 1835 at Trescott (Lubec), Washington County, Maine. Their daughter, Margaret, was also born in Trescott in 1837. Son, Michael J. Clark learned to be a musician at the age of 14.
While in the state of Maine, Patrick Clark and his family were engaged in farming. In 1840 they moved to Providence, Rhode Island. Here Patrick followed engineering. He ran the engine in the Rhodes Bleach Factory. Also, he ran the engine in Sweets and Burts, a log wood factory. Some of the articles made in this logwood factory were dyes, log wood, cream of tartar, salt peter, mustards and spices. From there he worked as an engineer for a steam boat on the Mississippi River.
In the year 1849 their little daughter, Margaret aged 12, died of pneumonia. In September 1857 his wife Mary died of dysentery. Her address at that time was R. 38 Back Street, 1st Ward in Providence, Rhode Island. She was buried in the Pawtuckett Cemetery by a Catholic Church. The small church stands in the center of a lot facing east. There is a cement wall, running east and west. She is laid to rest "two rods on the left hand side, just inside the east gate" by her daughter Margaret's grave. Her little granddaughter, Mary Susan, is buried on top of her in the same grave. Michael Joseph Clark and his wife Susannah Thompson placed her there before they left for Utah. They wanted to know that grandmother and granddaughter were together. There is a head stone which reads "Mary Ward Clarke -- 1857". In 1990, John Richard Clarke, finding the original marker in disrepair, placed a new monument on the grave. (J. Richard is a great-great grandson of Mary Ward through Michael J. Clark, Peter Roland Clarke and Lyle Redford Clarke.)
During these years, Patrick accumulated a good deal of this world's goods. In 1861 rather than remain there alone, he left everything and came with his son, Michael Joseph, his son's wife, Susannah Thompson, and their baby boy, Alfred Joseph, to Utah. An Irish Catholic, Patrick made it quite plain he was not coming for the L.D.S. Church which his son and daughter-in-law had joined. Patrick would not even travel in company with the Church. So they came in Captain Wooley's Independent Company. It is said that he purchased a fine wagon, finely outfitted, and 12 head of good oxen for the trip.
They left Providence, Rhode Island on June 10, 1861--just two months after the Civil War began, and settled in Logan, Cache county, Utah. While in Logan, Patrick followed gardening. He was a splendid gardener. He would not allow a large clod or weed at all in his gardens and was very proud of his work.
In 1863-64 they moved to Montana where he followed this same work along with mining. They also did regular farming.
In 1874 they returned to Clarkston, Utah. Patrick used to herd the cows for the people of the town. Folks would bring their cows to the town square. He would ring a bell when he was ready to leave. Sometimes when people were not on time he "dogged the herd" so that those following had trouble catching up. He liked promptness.
Patrick was a small man; a somewhat quiet and a mild mannered man, although he had a quick temper! He had many friends. One was "Indian John."
Patrick wore a white mustache. His head was bald down the center.
He dearly loved Ireland and the Catholic Church. Every night he took his cross and rosary and prayed. Sometimes the cat would rub and play with his bare feet. Patrick would turn and profane at the cat. Then he'd go back to his praying.
His deep love for Ireland was shown when he sent his second son, Michael Joseph, born in the U.S.A. back to Ireland at age 2 years--just so his son could stand on Irish soil. The boy of 2 years of age, was gone 6 months. He was in the care of a ship captain.
There was an old man in Clarkston, a devout L.D.S. man, who often tried to preach to Patrick and try to convert him. After the man was gone, Patrick would be disgusted and wonder why he came to convert him. Patrick thought he knew just as much about Heaven and life after death, and Patrick was just as much satisfied as the devout L.D.S. preacher was. He wished the old man would leave him alone. Patrick was a man to mind his own business. He liked to be off somewhere alone, with his dogs as company.
Patrick Clark died December 23, 1891 in Clarkston. His grave is in Clarkston, Utah.
They left Providence, Rhode Island on June 10, 1861--just two months after the Civil War began, and settled in Logan, Cache county, Utah. While in Logan, Patrick followed gardening. He was a splendid gardener. He would not allow a large clod or weed at all in his gardens and was very proud of his work.
In 1863-64 they moved to Montana where he followed this same work along with mining. They also did regular farming.
In 1874 they returned to Clarkston, Utah. Patrick used to herd the cows for the people of the town. Folks would bring their cows to the town square. He would ring a bell when he was ready to leave. Sometimes when people were not on time he "dogged the herd" so that those following had trouble catching up. He liked promptness.
Patrick was a small man; a somewhat quiet and a mild mannered man, although he had a quick temper! He had many friends. One was "Indian John."
Patrick wore a white mustache. His head was bald down the center.
He dearly loved Ireland and the Catholic Church. Every night he took his cross and rosary and prayed. Sometimes the cat would rub and play with his bare feet. Patrick would turn and profane at the cat. Then he'd go back to his praying.
His deep love for Ireland was shown when he sent his second son, Michael Joseph, born in the U.S.A. back to Ireland at age 2 years--just so his son could stand on Irish soil. The boy of 2 years of age, was gone 6 months. He was in the care of a ship captain.
There was an old man in Clarkston, a devout L.D.S. man, who often tried to preach to Patrick and try to convert him. After the man was gone, Patrick would be disgusted and wonder why he came to convert him. Patrick thought he knew just as much about Heaven and life after death, and Patrick was just as much satisfied as the devout L.D.S. preacher was. He wished the old man would leave him alone. Patrick was a man to mind his own business. He liked to be off somewhere alone, with his dogs as company.
Patrick Clark died December 23, 1891 in Clarkston. His grave is in Clarkston, Utah.
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