Albert Bailey Dunford
|Birthplace:||St Louis, Missouri, United States|
|Death:||(Date and location unknown)|
Son of Isaac Dunford and Leah Dunford
|Managed by:||Della Dale Smith-Pistelli|
Historical records matching Albert Bailey Dunford
About Albert Bailey Dunford
In the above photo taken March 13, 1883, the Dunford brothers shown are: (standing) Oliver and James L., Seated: (l. to r.) Moroni, Albert, and Parley.
Albert Bailey Dunford, the eighth child of Isaac and Lea Bailey Dunford, was born November 19, 1857, in St. Louis, Missouri. Several years earlier, his parents had joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, then sailed to the United States from Trowbridge, England. They lived in St. Louis until 1856, when they made their first trek across the plains to Utah with the John Banks Company.
In the early spring of 1857, they traveled back to St. Louis by way of Cache Valley, Utah, Soda Springs, Idaho, the north end of Bear Lake to the Oregon Trail and Missouri. On this return journey, Mother Leah has pregnant with Albert, and she gave birth to him at their residence on First Street between Washington and Carr after their arrival in St. Louis.
During the next seven years, the family moved several times within the same area of the city. In September, 1859, they lived on First Street between Carr and Biddle where Albert's sister Eliza was born. By 1860, Albert's family lived "on what was then called Broadway, one of the principal streets in St. Louis and above what was then called the hat and horses," where Albert's brother Parley was born in 1861. The Hat and Horses was most likely the shop Albert's father managed for Mr. William H. Keevil. The store was located next door to another mens mercantile establishment owned by Uncle George Dunford, Isaac's brother. To compete with his former salesman who helped build up his first business, Mr. Keevil opened a second store "on the South of mine," said Uncle George. And in that additional store he engaged a brother of mine to take charge of it for him so that customers seeking for my store would call into that store and if it was Mr. Dunford's in that case they would buy what they wanted.
At this time, St. Louis was caught in the throes of the Civil War. "It is simply impossible to describe those fearful four years," Uncle George Dunford wrote. "I still continued in business for simply the reason that I would not get out...I suppose that I did as well as the other merchants did but those dreadful years it seemed often as though that war would never end. In the first year in business in St. Louis, we had the fearful financial crisis of 1857, and then in the year 1860 the breaking out of the war. The terrible war still continued and as Missouri was one of the states operated by slavery and St. Louis was the great commercial capitol, we had to suffer all most all the sorrows of a besieged country."
Uncle George's daughter, Lydia D. Alder, said "at times the outlook was very dark in St. Louis. Missouri was a slave state, and was only saved by a few votes in her legislature from seceding from the Union. When this critical affair was settled, St. Louis became a fitting-out point for the Union forces, which increased the business situation to almost a boom."
Young Albert was probably intrigued with the sights and sounds of the Civil War in St. Louis and, although he didn't write about his early childhood experiences, his brother Moroni mentioned walking home from the ninth Street School, "this being the time of the war (the rebellion) I was compelled to wait on one corner of the street while a large regiment of soldiers marched by. This was quite a sight and many such sights I saw during the war."
In 1862, Albert's family moved from their home above the Hat and Horses to one on Second Street between Florida and Mullanphy where, in 1863, brother Oliver was born. "This place of living was a beautiful place," Moroni wrote. And the building was a very large one three stories high and suitable for some eight or nine families. When we first moved there we lived on the second floor. Soon after, we moved to the third floor. This was a nice place to live having three rooms, kitchen and a back porch. This building being situated on or close to the banks of the Mississippi river, our back porch was an excellent place to sight and view the river and its many boats and steamers landing and passing to and from. During the war many, many gunboats and steam boats with other boats loaded with soldiers and men of the war with war implements would pass up and down daily which would make it interesting to look at from our porch. At this place we lived during the year of 1863 and until the summer of 1864."
Albert, sixteen months younger than Moroni, probably shared some of his brother's experiences in St. Louis. Several of Moroni's early recollections were: "Many large fires have I seen while in St. Louis, three steam boats were burned to ruins one Sunday morning, and other destruction would have been done had not other boats been run off that were near. Also many large houses, dwellings and homes have I seen destroyed by fire, and large fire company and firemen running to the scenes of destruction. One of my greatest troubles was during the last few years in St. Louis to shun and keep out of the way of kidnappers, as they used to tell us they were men that were around after dark who would pick up little boys or girls that would be out late at night or after nine o'clock and would carry them off. At times when I would happen to be out a little late at night on a little errand for my mother, so I would rush myself to get home and sometimes I would go a block or two out of my way thinking that there would be one down the street or one down the other and sometimes I would stand on a corner and wail until somebody would pass."
The family left St. Louis, Missouri, and moved back to Idaho in the late 1860's. Additional information below talks about their time in the Bear Lake County of Idaho.
When one brother had trouble, the other came to his rescue. In 1875, Moroni was transporting his stock to Eden on the east side of Bear Lake, they being very hard to drive, got down to the pastures by the land, there being ice in the lane my horse stepping over the fence which was about three poles high, he slipped and fell over the fence on the ice, falling his whole weight on my right knee and leg. For some time I thought my knee was out of joint, paining me very much. I soon got on my horse and with the help of my brother Albert, drove them to Eden, all along on the road my knee troubled me. At Indian Creek we stopped for dinner there bathing my knee with cold water, and soon after drove on to Eden.
Albert also assisted his father and younger siblings. Oliver, six years younger, remembered, "When I was about eleven or twelve years of age," I accompanied my father and my brother, Albert, to Salt Lake city. Our wagon was loaded with produce. We were taking down a cow for Uncle George Dunford, also a pair of black mares named Kate and Liz that we had been using. They also belonged to Uncle George. It was my task to ride one of those mares and drive that cow. This I did from Bloomington to Salt Lake City. Our journey proceeded tediously enough until we marched Long Hollow many miles south of the Hardware Ranch, when a wheel broke down. We piled our load by the side of the road, placed a wagon cover over it, used a pole in the place of the wheel and proceeded on to Huntsville 30 miles away. In Huntsville we were entertained by a Mr. McKay (probably President David O. McKay's father) who let father take his wagon to go back after his load which took two days. I was left at McKay's while they were gone. When father and Albert returned Mr. McKay insisted that we take his wagon on to Ogden where we could have ours repaired. Reaching the city, we left the cow and team with Uncle George who entertained us. We also visited Alma, who with Susie, his wife, was living in Social Hall Lane. James was then about nine years old, had been with Alma all winter. He had attended school for a while. We remained in the city a number of days. On our return home, Daisy, the eldest daughter of my brother William went with us to spend the summer."
On the farm Albert's father needed help from his sons who lived at home. Oliver wrote, "for several years after the first settlement hay, for livestock was cut with a scythe, and grain was cut with an imp0lement called a cradle. As a wielder of the cradle in cutting grain, Moroni was second to none. He would cut the grain, and by dexterous swing of the cradle place it in an even windrow with all the heads even in one direction. It was my task to rake the grain into bundles then Albert and Parley would bind it into sheaves and we would all shock it. For years oxen were our motive power, the teams with which we did our work and excellent teams they were. The main objection to them was, they were slow. Day after day I have plowed with old Buck and Rowdy or old Pete and broad, or old Brin and Saxe. Harrowing with oxen was not so easy, because the driver had to walk near their heads in order to guide them. Thus walking in the soft soil with no lines to hold on to was extremely tiresome. Our father purchased a pair of mules. They were named Jin and Jule. They were a good team and served us for years but they were no good in mud or sloughs. In time we abandoned the use of oxen as being too slow. We traded off the mules as they were growing old and resorted to horses, which have since been our beasts of burden.
During 1875, the family started making preparations to build a two-story brick house, "the grasshoppers and frost troubling us for so many years was not able to get enough ahead to try to build sooner. In 1876, the work began in earnest, with Albert and his brothers pitching in, eager to provide a better dwelling for the family. While digging and building the cellar, an accident occurred with one of the heavy red pine logs. Moroni "had a hold of the big end and was walking backward, two of my brothers Albert and Parley were carrying the small end getting it nearly to where we wanted it and the boys dropped their end to quickly and the jar of the log and weight of it came on me, this hurt me very much across my back."
This home proved to be the first two story building in the community. Father being very precise had Joe Rich, a surveyor, lay off the foundation with his instruments so it would be exactly true to the compass north and south. Moroni and Albert got out the logs from the timbers from which the lumber was made by the old mill. In due course of time, our new home was completed and all the spacious, immaculate rooms ready for occupancy. The old log house that had been our abode for years was forsaken and later demolished. It was not without tender emotions that we saw the dear old house taken out of the picture."
Besides assisting with house building and farming, Albert and his brothers helped their father freight goods north and south of Bloomington. In the early days before the opening of the Bloomington co-op store, the nearest place where groceries and other supplies could be had was Evanston, Wyoming. The coal mines at Almy also furnished quite a market for produce. The people in these communities would freight their produce to Evanston and the mines and purchase needed supplies for the family in preparation for the long winter ahead.
In the year 1876, we raised a good crop of grain and did some freighting north of our own grain and grain from the store. As this was our main place to get a little money.
After a splendid harvest in September, 1879, Albert went after a load of timer from the canyon and Moroni, on his way to Salt Lake City, rode with him on the wagon to the sawmill, where the brothers bid each other goodbye. Albert returned home to help his father, little realizing that two weeks later his father would be dead. On October 4, 1879, Albert's parents, brother, James, sister, Leah, and niece, Leah, were going to General conference by way of Blacksmith Fork Canyon when a wagon accident occurred. James wrote, "as we started to travel up faster, father was singing that splendid Mormon hymn, "all is well..." It was perhaps half an hour after that we (James, Leah and Leah) were all three awakened by the shaking, bouncing and rumbling of the wagon. I was the first to look up and discover that both father and mother were gone. When the runaway horses reached an upgrade portion of the road and rather sandy, James stopped them. In the darkness the children joined hands and ran back as fast as breath would allow us. They found their father dead and their mother wringing her hands in despair. When we saw the children safe, she exclaimed, "The Lord is good. We still have so much to be thankful for!"
Their father's body was returned to Bloomington. On Sunday evening, October 5, the birthday of Parley also of Alf Osmond, they with a number of others, were at our home, planning to celebrate the event, when a rap came to the front door. Albert opened the door and greeted Bishop Tuft, who thus broke the dreadful news to us. "Prepare yourselves boys! Your mother is here, the children are here. They are safe, but your father is a corpse in the wagon."
Albert and his brothers were stunned by the death but there being five boys at home after father's demise, Moroni, Albert, Parley, Oliver and James, we were fully able to take care of mother and sister, Leah, and to manage the farm, livestock and all other business matters.
SOURCE: The Isaac and Leah Bailey Dunform Family
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Albert Bailey Dunford's Timeline
November 19, 1857
St Louis, Missouri, United States
April 29, 1884
June 18, 1895
July 23, 1897
January 7, 1902