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About Inger Marie Ahlstrom (Larsen)
Liverpool to New York Ship: John J. Boyd Departure: 12 Dec 1855 Arrival: 15 Feb 1856
Departure: 13-14 June 1859 Arrival: 29 August 1859
Birth: Aug. 21, 1836, Denmark
Death: Jul. 22, 1924 Kanosh Millard County Utah, USA
Father: Christen LAURSEN Mother: Johanna Marie CHRISTIANSEN
- Johanna Larsen (1814 - 1862)
- Jons Peter Ahlstrom (1835 - 1903)
- Anna Olena Ahlstrom (1853 - 1858)*
- John Michael Ahlstrom (1859 - 1910)*
- Ole Ahlstrom (1864 - 1948)*
- Hannah Ahlstrom Weaver (1870 - 1915)*
- Charles Delbert Ahlstrom (1873 - 1948)*
- Benjamin Franklin Ahlstrom (1875 - 1952)*
- Sarah Ahlstrom Nelson (1878 - 1945)*
Burial: Manti Cemetery Manti Sanpete County Utah, USA Plot: PB-B01-L14-G07
Ahlstrom, Mary Larsen, Autobiographical sketch, 1919, 2-4.
Read Trail Excerpt:
Well, we started in the first part of May 1858, for our trip. My baby John was born on the 24th. of March 1 1859, and we were with my father’s team. We had four oxen and a covered wagon. We were ten persons with our wagon; a young girl and an old maid that paid father to bring them to Utah. On the 9th. of May 1858 we Left Burlington Iowa and a few other teams on our road West. We traveled 50 miles and came to a place named Fairfield where more teams were ready to join the company. Our [oxen] were wild and would run away out of the road and we had to walk, and we had to look and pick up what spilled out of the wagon when the oxen ran away. We didn’t travel very fast for 300 miles. Here we Reached Council Bluff and we crossed the Missouri River on a ferry boat. We drove the oxen and the wagons on the ferry and all of us got in the wagons and all were well. Here we were to Omaha, and could get something good to eat; new potatoes and st[r]awberries and cream. Next day we went six miles up to Florence, Nebraska, where a large company were at camp and loading up with provisions for the journey across the plains, 1000 miles to Salt Lake. We had to have 100 lds. [lbs.] of flour for each person and other thing sugar, coffee, tea, salt, soap and matches sure; and everything we could think of for our camping outfit, as we could not get any more supplies till we reached Salt Lake. We started sometime in June and we were 70 wagons in our company. A few were horse teams and their people could ride every day. Some of them had cows and riding horses, but we had to walk every day because we were heavy loaded and the poor oxen got sore shoulders. After a while we came to a small settlement where we got some potatoes and butter, and that mighty good. Here we were just from our Omaha and we felt tired, but on we went. We passed several Indians camps and they would sit by the road and spread their blankets and beg for us to lay something on their blankets. They wanted flour, sugar, tea, coffee, salt, matches and tobacco and shirts and they ran up the every wagon and if we didn’t give something they would get mad.
Now we came to Platte River; there were quicksand bottoms here and we had a serious time to cross. They had to hurry and not stop for then the oxen’s feet would go down in the sand and also the wagons wheels; they had to hitch on 4 and 5 yoke of oxen to one wagon to pull them across, and that would take a long time. All of us women had to wade and we had to hurry so we wouldn’t sink in the sand. My husband carried our baby and I held to his arm so I wouldn’t fall. At [last] we all got across and started further West. We jogged along till we could see Chimney Rock. It looks like a chimney a long way off, and it took us several days to reach it. We saw no settlments, only Indian camps until we came to Fort Laramie, and it was only a few houses with a wall around them to protect them from the Indians.
On and on we went; we had two deaths on the road, a baby and an old man. They were buried by the road side. At last we came to Green River; that is a big stream of water and a dangerous stream to cross and it took us several days before all the teams got over. Here there were good feed for the cattle and also wood to burn. Women folks could not cade [wade] across that river; we had to ride in wagons. One Irish woman wouldn’t ride and she got out in the stream and nearly went under, and lots of men had to get out to help her to shore. We had bad roads all the way and poor feed for the cattle. Lots of them died from alkali water. My father lost one ox. We waded lots of streams of water and we had to sit down and dry our feet and put our shoes and stockings on again. The road was full of sand, prickly pears and snakes: we nearly stepped on them sometimes.
I don’t remember dates, but on my birthday the 21st of August, we were out of flour and had nothing to eat. We had coffee, and that tasted good: so we got a pan full of flour from a family and a boy had killed a rabbit and gave that to mother and we had a rabbit soup that night on my birthday. Mother made dumplings of flour and water and soda and it tasted good I guess. I ate the dumplings but I couldn’t think of the rabbit. Next morning we had biscuits, just one for each person, and the same at noon and evening. After a day or two we got some flour from somebody so we had bread until we got to Salt Lake City on the 29th of Aug. 1859. But the last days before we got there we had a hard struggle up the big mountain. We had to stop every few minutes and pick up rocks and put them under the wagon wheels so them [they] wouldn’t roll back. The mountain was so steep the oxen couldn’t hold them. That mountain was five miles high up hill, and I carried my baby all the way. When we got to the top we rested a little while. I don’t remember how far it was across the top, but we had to get down the other side to camp where there was water and feed. That was dangerous to go down, too, so it took all the men to help so the wagons wouldn’t tip over. Then there was a little mountain it was steep too but not so high. We came through Echo Canyon and Emigration Canyon and arrived safely on the camping place in Salt Lake, where the people came to look for old friends and brought watermelons and molasses cookies. We camped here for some days and the oxen were drove away to feed.