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About Mary Ann Arthur
Mary Ann Arthur.
Daughter of Christopher Arthur and Ann Jones.
Born 26 September 1836, in England.
Married James Whittaker.
Died 18 January 1927.
Died of old age.
Buried at Circleville, Piute, Utah.
1880: Living in Circle Valley. Father born in England; Mother born in Wales.
1920: Living at Circleville. Widowed; living with son George H. Whittaker.
Immigration date and citizenship status unknown.
Mary Ann Arthur Whittaker: By Mary Whittaker Sewell Phoenix, Arizona.
In this crude log house reigned a queen among women. My mother was one of God's choicest daughters. She was dearly loved by her husband, sons, and daughters, in later years by her relatives and grandchildren, and, in fact, by all that knew her. When any of her children had been away from home for a week or two, and when they came home and mother wasn't near, their first words were always, "Where is Mother?"
Mother always tried to satisfy each individual. When making pies or cookies, she would make an apple pie for one and a gooseberry for another. And in making cookies, she would do the same. For me, she would put caraway seeds on the top specially. Did she spoil us? I rather think not. She did it for love.
This good woman raised nine children, nursing them through childhood disease without the aid of a doctor. She had five of her children down with measles at one time and brought them through all "spick and span" with the aid of the family doctor book Doctor Gunn's Work.
The pies she made for her family were delicious. Her son-in-law James M. Sewell often said, "No one can make better pies than Mother Whittaker." In later years she kept pies on the table every day for her son George.
The latch string at the door in this dear old home was always on the outside as a welcome to all to come in and enjoy the hospitality found within. Here many a weary traveler found a haven of rest when he arrived at "Whittaker's Place." Here he and his animals were cared for during the night without cost. Mother always-found room at the table if a friend or neighbor came in at mealtime. She never turned anyone away who came to her door asking for food. In this way she may have entertained angels unawares.
When people who were not so well off in worldly goods came on a visit to Sister Whittaker's. After dinner she would go into her well-filled cellar, get a piece of fresh meat, a pound of butter or canned fruit, put it under her apron, and go out quietly and put it in the wagon without being seen. For she believed as Christ said, not to let your left hand know what the right hand doeth.
On this ranch many cows were milked morning and night by the boys and hired men. They would bring in the large buckets of fresh milk. As no separators were in existence then, the girls would strain the milk into clean tin pans, and put it on the shelves in the cool cellar for the cream to rise. In a couple of days, the milk would clobber, and the cream would be thick and yellow on the top. Then Mother Dear would skim the cream into a large crock. She would get out the churn, scald and cool it, put the tick cream into the churn, and go to work.
In fancy, I can see Mother Dear, sitting in a low chair, churning and reading a story. Sometimes it would be Lena Rivers, Woman against Woman or some other love story. When the cream became too thick for her to churn it anymore without help, she would call one of the girls to come and raise the dashers while she held the churn. Many a time I did this for my beloved mother. In a very short time, it would break or separate. Mother would wash the buttermilk out of the butter with cold water, then take the many pounds of golden butter into a large pan, mold it into pounds, and put it in the cool cellar for her family. Mother always had a flock of chickens to supply the home with fresh eggs. At one time she had about 40 or 50 chickens. They would roost in an old coop. One morning she went out to feed them, and when she opened the door, all the chickens were dead. She called for help and brother George came to the rescue. He looked into the coop and saw a big wild cat up in the corner. George ran for a gun and soon put and end to the old cat. Mother soon got some more chickens, and when they began to lay more eggs than she needed for the table, she would put them in a big crock in the cellar. When she had a bucket full, she would say, "Come, girls. Let us take the eggs to the store." None of Mother's girls liked to sell eggs, so the lot fell on Mary and Louise.
Over into the pasture they went with a rope and pan of oats to catch Old Baldy, the big bald-faced bay horse. After chasing him up and down the pasture, they would finally catch him, lead him home, put the harness on, and hitch him to the buckboard (a small wagon built for one horse). By this time Mother would be ready with eggs and all. In a short time, Mother, Louise, and Mary would be off to town, the eggs packed securely in the back of the buckboard. When we arrived at the store and the time came to take the eggs into the store, Mary's pride got the best of her, and she would say, "Mother, I am not going to peddle eggs." So the job fell on Mother and Louise. But Mary's pride took a tumble when Mother bought something nice for each girl, purchased with those ranch eggs.
Mother must have descended from the queens of England, for she inherited a great deal of pride, especially in her hair. She loved to have her hair look nice. When the silver threads became visible, she used "Aires Hair Vigor". Her daughter Nellie or Mary would comb the perfumed dressing into her hair, braid it, and fix it in a becoming style. Her hair remained dark until she became an elderly woman. Mother always had a reverence for Queen Victoria of England, always spoke of her as a good queen, remembered seeing the queen when she (Mother) was a young girl.
One beautiful day in April or May about the year 1883 or 1884, Mother, Nellie, Louie, and Mary were at home; Rachel Ann was absent. Mother and Nellie were busy with some kind of work. Mary and Louie, being little girls, were playing in the yard, when they saw a young girl coming up the road, carrying something in her arms. When she came near, it was obvious that she was about sixteen years old. Mother asked her to have a chair. Then the young girl said, "I have a little baby girl here, and I want you to take her; you may have her; the only thing I ask is that you will name her 'Mary'. You see, we found her. We were camped down on the river for the night and when we were preparing our evening meal, we heard a baby crying. We went out where the sound was coming from, and we found this little girl in the bushes. Will you take her?" Mother took the little baby in her arms, but when the girl turned to leave, tears came into her eyes as she left. Mother really did not know what to do, as Father and Rachel Ann were away, so she got in touch with John Baylor, the sheriff. He soon came to the Ranch, and Mother told him what the girl, had said about the child. He responded that he would soon find the mother and rode down to the place where they were camped. After investigating, he found a young mother on a bed in a covered wagon. This company consisted of a grandmother, her son and daughter, and the young mother. They said that they were on their way to Arizona to seek a new home and could not take the baby. After the sheriff talked to them about the child, he learned that the mother wanted to take her baby, but the grandmother said, "No". So they all left for Arizona. Afterwards, Mother got in touch with a good woman in Junction who had just buried a baby girl and who decided to take her and name her Mary Pearl. After Father and Rachel Ann came home, they said it would have been all right if Mother had kept her. Mother always had an interest in this little girl. Every time she would go to Junction to the grocery store, she would always ask about the child. Little Mary Pearl lived until she was about ten years old, when she became sick and died and is buried in the Junction Cemetery. After many years, this family, returning from Arizona, called at the ranch to see the little girl. They were grieved to learn that she was dead. In the meantime, the grandmother had died also. I am inclined to believe that Mother Dear always regretted that she did not keep little Mary Pearl.
Father and Mother were full of faith in the Gospel of Jesus Christ, the church they had joined in their youth. Father would ask God's blessings on his family and on the food just before partaking of the meal. In memory, I can see our breakfast table laden with bacon or fresh meat, eggs, nice dried fruit, and creamed biscuits, and other things. Father and Mother would sit at the head of the table, Louie being the youngest child sitting on Father's knee, a place she held for years or until she grew too tall. Then she sat on a chair near his side, for there was a bond of love between Father and his baby daughter. The rest of their stalwart sons and lovely daughters surrounded the table. Then Father bowed his head and asked Our Father to bless his family and all those whom duty and affection bound us to pray for and thanked Him for the food. This was the devotional exercise of each morning in my childhood home.
Father and Mother would attend church in the little church in Circleville Ward. Father, in leading the choir, taught us to sing "Work for the Night is Coming", "Jerusalem, My Glorious Home", "God Moves in a Mysterious Way" and many other hymns. After the meeting was over, we would go up to Aunt Lennie Smith's home and spend a pleasant afternoon. Mother and Lennie were always friends, loving each other through all their lives.
When Mother thought her girls needed cloth for a new dress, she would get the mail order catalog "Weinstock & Lubin" and say, "Come, girls, and select the cloth for a new dress." We would all gather around the catalog and choose the cloth for our new dress. Mother would write out the order and send for our cloth. Then we would count the days until the package would arrive. Then we would select the style, get our beloved sister Nellie to make it, or make it ourselves. It was customary for all the girls in Circleville to have a new dress for the holidays and many other special occasions.
Mother inherited a tendency from her father that was outstanding throughout her life. She was very free hearted just like he was. Mother was always ready to extend a helping hand or give a kind word to those who were in need or in trouble. If any of her children or grandchildren were sick, Mother was sent for to help with her remedies and advice.
Mother was dearly loved by her children and grandchildren. To me, she was the dearest mother--one whom I could always rely on for comfort and consolation. So long as she was living, I felt like I had someone to go to if anything of a serious nature happened to me. But when she died, I felt like I was alone, and had to rely on my own self.
Our mother Mary Ann Whittaker was one of God's chosen daughters. She came of a good upright religious family; she was a sweet lovely woman, full of faith in the Gospel which she had embraced in faraway England. She was loved by all who knew her, always willing to help those in need, paid an honest tithing, the last payment made according to her request after her death. She lived to be ninety-three years old.
This woman whose story has been told here was one of ten thousand who, in the latter days, sought earnestly after truth, happily found it, courageously accepted it, and was led into new places where, despite many trials, discovered new and greater joy in living. May the memory of her faith and diligent works ever rest in the hearts of her many descendent's. This noble mother with her parents and brothers were caught in the Gospel Net and carried into a new country where, through many trials and adversity, found much happiness among the Mormon people located in the Rocky Mountains.
After Father's death Mother was very sad and lonely for they had lived together for 50 years. Her son George bought her a nice little four roomed cottage in Circleville near her two sons Tiffer and Arthur. He and Mother lived there for over 20 years. Her granddaughter, Dell McDonough did the work and helped Mother until she married. Then Bertie, a younger sister took her place. Dell and Bertie were dear to Mother. Just so long as Mother lived, Bertie was near to care for her grandmother.
About the year 1908. Mother was stricken with a stroke brought on by grieving for her old pal. They called the doctor and he said, "She will never get well". Loving hands did all they could for her benefit. One day the Relief Society sisters came in to wash and anoint her with oil, an ordinance practiced in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. A good, faithful sister (Aunt Tennie Smith) officiating promised Mother she would recover and live many years.
The Elders of the church were called in to administer unto her, another ordinance in the church. They promised her she should have the desire of her heart.
After about 6 weeks she took a turn for the better and continued to improve after the doctor said she would never recover. God heard the prayers of his servants and hand maidens and she got well and lived longer than the two Elders who administered to her.
She was taken ill in Tiffers home. Hannah and Mother's daughters did what they could for her by taking turns. But when she was able to be moved, Nellie her lovely daughter came with a stretcher and her sons carried her down to Nellie’s home. Here Nellie cared for Mother for several months until she was able to return to her own little home where Bertie and Nellie continued to take core of her. After a few years living in her little cottage with Brother George and Bertie she seemed so happy and contented.
One day she was out in the yard feed inn her large flock of white chickens when she tripped on a wire that was en the ground and fell and broke her hip bone. The doctor came and set the bone and this brave little mother laid on her back for six long weeks. When she recovered one leg was shorter than the other. This was a handy chore for Mother as she had always been so active. George did what he could for her by building one heel higher than the other so she was able to get around in the house. But later their dear little Mother sat in her rocking chair for many, many years she was so sweet about it, never complaining about her condition.
Mother dear always enjoyed reading the papers and a good story book. When she was about 72 years old she knit enough fine lace for a pair of pillow cases Tor her four daughters and four daughters-in-law. This was a great strain on her eyes, so she lost her sight to an extent that she could not read any more. Dear little Mother stood all these trials with patience and endurance. She told me of many times she felt the presence of Father in her room.
Bertie and George cared for Mother for many years. The children of James and Mary Ann Whittaker owed a debt of gratitude to Bertie--one that could not be paid in dollars and cents, for the loving care she gave her grandmother.
Mother lived until the month of January 1929. One evening she felt ill and had Bertie put her to bed a little earlier than usual. She became very sick, but lingered until the 18th day of January 1929 when she passed peacefully away, being over 93 years old.
A telegram was sent to John living in Leadore, Idaho. He could not come because of a severe snow storm raging over the inter-mountain states. Her beloved daughter Louie living in Cardston, Canada could not come either. Mary living in Phoenix, Arizona left by train immediately. When she arrived at Barstow, California there had been such a heavy snowfall that the train could hardly make the grade. It barely moved, but eventually arrived at Milford, Utah about 5 0'clock in the morning. Mary found Rex Whittaker waiting to take her to Circleville. They had a warm breakfast then started for Circleville. Rex's big car was so warm Inside and the snow plows had cleared the roads. They had such a pleasant ride, the beautiful white snow covered the trees and bushes. Snow yes, snow everywhere.
When they arrived in Circleville, they found everything ready for the funeral. Mozetta, Nellie and Bertie had Mother's clothing already.
As our sweet little Mother laid in her lovely white casket lined with white satin and T Lace, clothed in the beautiful white robes of the holy temple, she looked so peaceful and angelic. Her robes were made of fine hair line cloth which her idolized daughter had embroidered for her. Many beautiful floral offerings surrounded her casket--lovely roses and other flowers spoke of the love her relatives and friends had for her.
The poet says:
Who are those arrayed in white?
Brighter than the noon day sun,
Foremost of the son's of light,
Nearer the eternal throne.
Those that bore the cross,
Nobler for the master stood,
Suffers in his righteous cause,
Followers of the living God.
He that on the throne doth reign,
His own flock shall always feed.
With the tree of life sustain,
To the living fountains lead.
He shall all their sorrows chase,
All their fears not once remove.
Wipe the tears from every face,
Fill up every soul with love.
Funeral services were held in the little chapel where she went every Sunday to worship. The priesthood presided, lovely songs were sung by the quartet, and stake president Charles Roan--who fought the terrible blizzard for many miles--was the main speaker. He spoke of the sterling qualities of our dear Mother, and urged all to follow in her footsteps. A terrible blizzard was raging outdoors, one of the worst in Circleville. It took a great many men to dig the snow out of the roads. In order to get into the cemetery. Under these conditions we laid our gentle little Mother in the grave on the side of her dear old pal, who passed away on June 1, 1907, at Salt Lake City where they were living at the time. The grave and the remains were dedicated to the Lord by her grandson Louring Whittaker.
Our Mother, Mary Ann Whittaker, was one of God's chosen daughters. She came of a good upright religious family, she was a sweet lovely woman--full of faith in the gospel she had embraced in far away England. She was loved by all who knew her, always willing to help those in need. She paid an honest tithing--the last payment made according to her request was after her death. She had lived to be 93 years old.
This woman, whose story has been told here, was one of the ten thousand who in the latter days earnestly sought truth, happily found it, and was led into new places, where despite many trials, she discovered new and greater joys in living. May the memory of her faith and diligent works ever rest in the hearts of her many descendants. This noble woman, with her parents and brothers, was caught in the "gospel net" and carried into a new country. There, through many trails and adversity found much happiness among the Mormon people located in the Rocky Mountains.
This brings to a close the mortal life of one of the dearest Mothers God ever sent to earth.
The boon of love you gave me
Was like a gift divine
To bind, and hold us heart to heart
Forever Mother of Mine.
MARY ANN ARTHUR:
A Personal Life Sketch; By her Daughter, Louise Whittaker Cheney. Rearranged for reproduction in April 1982.
Mary Ann Arthur was born September 26, 1836 in Abersycham, Monmouthshire, South Wales. She lived with her parents Christopher Abel Arthur and Ann Jones Arthur in Abersycham and was a great favorite of her father, who could not do enough for his only daughter. Her father was an excellent baker and also kept a grocery store. Her mother was very reserved, talked very little of her people, and was a strict business woman and made a great deal of money. Mary Ann's schooling commenced at an early age, and she had the privilege of going to a girl's "college" or boarding school but was too fond of home and parents to leave them for long.
Her parents assisted the Mormon missionaries by giving them money, watches, and making their home their headquarters. Her father had been an Elder in the Baptist Church and when converted to Mormonism, was ordained an elder. He thought he should be a deacon first and criticized the authorities and became possessed with devils. After fasting and prayer by the elders, these were rebuked. They then sold out their property and made preparations to move to America. Her mother, Ann, took sick and died a Tuesday, and very shortly thereafter her father, Christopher, with three sons and one daughter, emigrated to America.
They left Liverpool in a large sailing vessel, the "International". Mary Ann was baptized sometime between 2nd February and 23rd April 1853 in a large tank on board the ship. She remembered her father baptizing her. It took eight weeks to make the trip, arriving in New Orleans, and traveling up the Mississippi with their possessions to Keokuk, Illinois, where they bought two wagons, 8 head of oxen, a buggy, a span of horses, and joined a company known as "H" or Independent Company. Here her father bought her a kitten, which was a lovely pet, and she called it “Keokuk“. They crossed the plains in comfort, compared to others, and arrived in Salt Lake City in mid-September of 1853. They bought a farm in Salt Lake Valley, but were called to settle in Cedar City by Erastus Snow in the spring of 1859.
Here Mary Ann met James Whittaker, their love was congenial, and they planned to marry. Her marriage to James Whittaker took place on March 12, 1856 at Cedar City, Utah and was later endowed in the Endowment House in Salt lake City. Her patriarchal blessings were given by Henry Lunt and Jesse B. Martin. Mary Ann was a splendid housewife, and she had wonderful health and believed that "raising good boys and girls" was her most important calling. She was a busy little 5 foot 2 inch lady who weighed about 140 pounds and had gray eyes and black hair. She had 10 children, five boys and five girls.
She labored hard with her hands, milking cows and making huge barrels of butter which were taken to California by oxen and sold there later to buy a binder, which proved to be their financial turning point. Father (James) would cut grain all night, dip his bread in the running brook (this was all he took to eat), sleep on the ground for an hour or so, and then go on cutting grain again. Just before "Nellie" or Charlotte Ellen was born, James made a trip to California and Mary Ann sent for some calico, 600 a yard, to make the little layette. When he returned with the binder and no cloth for the prospective babe, she cried. But he comforted her by saying, "Never mind, Polly, this will be our turning point; you soon will have plenty." This was indeed a prophecy soon to be fulfilled. She spun yarn from their sheep, and knitted the stockings for all her children to wear, ran the spinning wheel, dyed the cloth with golden rod and sage brush by hand, and fashioned and sewed the clothing for her children. She would knit stockings as she walked far to find the cows for the night milking.
Arthur was a big, fat, lazy fellow and would hold to her skirts and beg to be carried. When her father moved to Beaver, they lived comfortably in a brick house. Her father was Superintendent of the Beaver Co-op and was greatly loved and respected for his square and honest dealings. Not satisfied with doing well there, they moved to Circleville where there were but a few families. Copied from a paper prepared by her granddaughter:
"In 1858, Mary Ann and her husband, with Rachael and "Tiffer" moved to Beaver. They lived here for awhile and then moved to Lower Beaver. They lived in a wagon here one winter and then moved to Minersville. Here they, in company with Watkin Reese and family, lived in a rock dug-out one year. In 1861, she moved to Greenville and there built a log house. While her six children were born. For a living they farmed and made cheese and butter. For clothing she would clean the wool, spin it and dye it, with what dye they could make out of rabbit brush and indigo. They bought certain chemicals to make red and black. The yarn was then sent to the weavers and made into cloth which was very strong and durable. A dress would last five years. It was here that her husband became manager of a Co-op store. Her two daughters, Alice and Louise, were born. Three years were spent here. In 1878 they moved to Circleville."
In Circleville they went through privations due to pioneer life. There was no church organizations or schools and her splendid family were deprived of spiritual and scholastic training. Mother continued to work hard, making butter and huge cheeses. Her delight to set a good table came with better days. The "cookie tin" was never empty and huge stacks of pies, sausages, headcheese’s, filled the pantry shelves. She loved to feed the hungry, clothe the needy, and took great pleasure in helping to feed and support her widowed sister-in-law, Janet, Benjamin Arthur's wife. She made a yearly visit to Aunt Mary's farm in Circleville, and always returned with a wagon load of clothing and groceries.
Father ran sheep and cattle, and also kept a store on the old ranch on Sevier River, and they accumulated an Immense fortune (for those times). Father invested his fortune in Park City mines, copper mines, coal mines which never proved to be successful. In later life, a man "a devil, Bird" swindled father cut of his fortune by having him invest in an oil field that never existed.
Mother was beloved by all for her sweet, patient, and loving nature. The hired men honored her by calling her "mother", for she was a mother to all. She went to Provo with Louie when she attended the BYU and enjoyed herself immensely by attending the musicals, concerts, and lectures for four years. The next few years were spent in Salt Lake City with father on 9th West. They would have been happy here if father had not met up with William Langton and "Bird" who plucked his hard-earned money and left him "broke". After father's death in 1907, Mother returned to Circleville, where she spent the remainder of her life in her son George's home. He and her granddaughter Dell McDonough, and after her marriage, Alberta McDonough waited on her.
In the fall of 1907 she was completely paralyzed on her right side. Dr. Garn Clark said she could never recover, but would be an invalid all her life. He advised us not to pray for her "because there was no chance for her to get well. Through the blessings of God and the administrations of the elders, she was fully restored to her health. She walked to Church a half -mile away in less than a year after the doctor's advice.
She was a woman of great faith in God, paid a strict tithing all her days, and in any distress of mind and body she always went to her Make for comfort and assistance. In her 80th year she fell on frozen ground and broke her right hip joint in two. The doctor said he was afraid to administer ether as old people contracted pneumonia and would die. She said, "Call in the elders and let them bless me and I will go through it all right." She came out of ether in one hour and did splendidly. She lay in bed for six weeks with heavy weights attached to her leg. The "flu" necessitated a change of doctors and the second one didn't put a heavy enough weight on, and her right leg was 3 or 4 inches shorter than other. She got around the house by means of a cane.
In her 90th year she is known for her sweet and patient nature. She never complains although she is forced to sit in her rocker all day long unless assisted by someone. Her eyesight failed her so she is deprived of the great pleasure "of reading and knitting and crocheting.
She is honored and revered by all her children and 129 grandchildren and great grandchildren.
In October 1926, her son John came from Leadore, Idaho; her baby Louise aged 49 came from Canada and her daughter Mary from Phoenix, Arizona, and spent many pleasant hours with her talking of bygone days, having their pictures taken together, and taking her in the car to visit "Her sons and daughters in town. At this age of 90 years, the doctors say she has a wonderful constitution and a strong heart, which is marvelous considering the hardships of pioneering and her long- years of constant suffering of female trouble.
Mary Ann Arthur, having been born in South Wales in 1836, eventually passed away in January of 1929, in Circleville, Utah, far indeed from the place of her origin. She left a worthy posterity arid a pioneer tradition evident, even today.
She left a worthy posterity and a pioneer tradition evident even today. She lived from the times of most primitive need, through privation and hunger to see the gospel she loved preached nearly to the ends of the earth and into the age of miracles her father could not have dreamed of.
After James Whittaker Jr. died in SLC on June 1st, 1907, his widow Mary Ann had a agreement to sell some stock that James owed in the Castle Gate Coal Coke & Mining Company.
Below is page 1 of 4 page to this agreement.
THIS AGREEMENT made and entered into this 25th day of September, 1907, by and between Mary Ann Whittaker, of Circleville, Piute County, Utah, party of the first part, and George G. Smith, of Salt Lake City, Utah, party of the second part, WITNESSETH:- That, Whereas, there is a corporation duly organized and existing under the laws of the State of Utah, which corporation is known as Castle Gate Coal Coke & Mining Company,
WHEREAS of the first part is the owner in her own right of 189,975 Shares of the issued and outstanding stock of said Company, and, WHEREAS, the party of the first part is desirous of selling said stock, and the party of the second part is desirous of taking an option to purchase said #__189,975 shares of said stock in said company, as aforesaid.
NOW, THEREFORE, in consideration of the sum of One ($1.00) Dollar in hand paid by the party of the second part to the party of the first part, receipt whereof is hereby acknowledged, and other good valuable considerations, the party of the first part hereby agrees to sell and transfer the party of second part or his assigns 189,975 shares of the capital stock of the said Castle Coal Coke & Mining Company for the sum of $18,997.50, which amount is to paid as follows: to-wit:-
The sum of $6,332.50 on or before the 1st, day of June, 1908; and the sum of $6,332.50 on or before the 1st, day of July; and the remainder of said sum or &6,332.50 on o before the 1st day of August, 1908, without interest ……
IN WITNESS WHEREOF the parties to this agreement have hereunto set theirs hands and seals the day and year first above written.
Mary Ann Whittaker
By Arthur Whittaker
Her attorney in fact
George G. Smith
Daughter of Christopher Arthur and Ann Jones. Born 26 September 1836, in England. Married James Whittaker. Died 18 January 1927. Buried at Circleville, Piute, Utah.
Died of old age.
1880: Living in Circle Valley. Father born in England; mother born in Wales.
1920: Living at Circleville. Widowed; living with son George H. Whittaker.
Mary Ann Arthur Whittaker survived her husband and continued to live in Circleville until she was 93 years old. She died January 18, 1927.
THE ARTHUR FAMILY: By a member of this family.
Let us look into the lives of our mother's people - The Arthurs.
The Whittakers and Arthurs lived near each other in England, but they did'nt know each other until God led them to a new country. Father was the only boy in the Whittaker family while Mother was the only girl in a family of four children. Yet these two persons were to play an important part in the lives of a numerous posterity. Our second great grandfather, Robert Arthur was a Baptist Minister in Surry, England.
On of their sons, Christopher Abell Arthur, met and fell in love with Ann, the winsome daughter of John Jones of Monmouthshire, South Wales.
The Arthurs lived in a little town of Pont-y-Pool, Monmouthshire, South Wales. They owned a bakery and a dry goods store. The father was a baker by trade.
My mother said, "The oven was so large four men could stand inside". He supplied the community with bread, pieg, cakes and soda crackers, while the mother ran the store for she was a strict business woman and the two working together became well-to-do.
The mother cared for the finances as her husband was too free hearted for the success of their undertakings. She always kept the money in an "urn" which she kept under lock and key. It had a special place on the parlor table.
The Arthurs were of the Baptist Faith and attended three meetings every Sabbath Day. No work was done in this home on this holy day. The religious teachings my mother received in her childhood remained with her throughout her life for she always kept the Sabbath Day holy.
They continued to live in the town of "Pont-y pool" and enjoy life among relatives, friends and neighbors.
One day in the year 1847, two strange men came to the door of the Arthurs home, were invited into the parlor. They said they were Mormon missionaries from America, and they had a message for them. They explained the Gospel of Jesus Christ, told about the Prophet Joseph Smith, his mission, and the restoration of the gospel, explained the coming forth of the Book of Mormon and other things. The father, mother and the boys and Mary Ann listened to their teachings and were converted and asked for baptism. In time they were all baptised except Christopher and Mary Ann. Do not know why these two were not baptised now--maybe they were not converted. All we know Is that they preferred to wait a while.
The spirit of gathering took possession of these good people, and they, like many others had a strong desire to go where the Latter-day Saints were gathering, in the tops of the Rocky mountains. They began to dispose of their property, the dear old bakery, the store, the home, and everything they owned was sold for the highest price.
The Arthur home was a haven of rest for Mormon missionaries. They would always find a hearty welcome awaiting them after a long day of tracting and when they left for another field, grandfather would give them a "pound" or five dollars in American money. Very often it was $2500 to help pay for their expenses. When they parted, he would say "Come again".
In November 1852 they had sold everything and were prepring to leave for "Zion".
Grandmother could visionize to a certain extent what they would need in a new country, so she hired a seamstress to come to the home and sew articles of clothing they would need in a new home, many of the articles being made of pure linen.
They were preparing to leave immediately when a great sorrow came into the home.
The mother was taken very sick. The doctor was called, but was of no use for she gradually grew worse every day. One day she called her daughter into her room and said, "Polly Ann (the nick name for Mary Ann, if any thing should happen to me you must keep the key to the money chest", for she feared grandfather would give all the money away because he was so free hearted.
Grandmother had heard many stories about people being buried alive, so she said to Grandpa, "If anything should happen to me, I want you to keep my body for a week, be sure I am dead".
Mother told me that one day she said, "Polly Ann, have the cook fry me a piece of fish, put my best dress out of the closet, I am going to get up". Polly Ann was so thrilled to know that her dear Mother was going to get up that afternoon. She did as her mother requested her to do. She put her nice dress on the chair and brought the fish into her bedroom, but grandmother could not eat the fish or put the dress on. She died that evening, 22 November 1852.
Polly Ann, a girl 16 years of age, lost the best friend she ever had. The father and children felt the loss of their wife and mother very keenly. they carried out her instructions. With a sad heart "We put her in a nice bedroom upstairs and kept mother's body for a week. Then we laid her tenderly away in a newly made grave near the window by the little church she used to worship in every Sunday"
Her son, Christopher returned to England on a mission in 1884 and visited this grave.
From the AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF CHRISTOPHER J. ARTHUR of Cedar City, Utah, we read the following account of this visit.
My mothers's grave is nearly midway on the East side of the English Baptist Chapel opposite our old house which is now occupied by John Daniels, and lies nearly underneath'the middle window of the Chapel in Abersychan, Monmouthshire, South Wales. The sides of the tomb are of dressed rock in one place. Also the ends. The top is a rock slab dressed, 4 inches thick 6 feet long and 3 feet wide rests on the rock sides about 2 feet above the ground and rests on the rock sides about 2 feet above the ground.
When I was there in August 1884, I paid 10 shillings to have it put in good shape.
The lettering on the tomb is as follows:
"Here Reposeth From the cares of mortality the remains of Ann, beloved wife of Christopher Arthur, late of Abersychan, who departed this life November 23, 1852, aged 56"
Mother made every preparation to emigrate to Utah the following spring. She had held back from the sale several things and boxed them up to bring with her, such as she thought would be useful in a new home.
She died 3 months before we left England for the mountains of Israel.
(Signed) Christopher J. Arthur
Grandfather mourned for the companionship and advice of his dear wife for they had lived together for 28 years, but he had a strong testimony of the gospel and the teachings of those missionaries. So he finished the task of getting ready to leave their old home and emigrate to Utah. No doubt this man, did not know that he was fulfilling the words of the Master when he left his home and all that was dear to him and journeyed to a new land.
- Residence: Aspull, Lancashire, England - 1871
- Residence: Circleville, Piute, Utah, United States - 1880
- Residence: Atherton, Lancashire, England - 1891
- Residence: Precinct 33 Salt Lake City Ward 3, Salt Lake, Utah, United States - 1900
Mary Ann Arthur's Timeline
September 26, 1836
Abersychan, Torfaen, Wales, United Kingdom
September 22, 1859
Cedar City, Utah, Utah, United States
April 18, 1862
Greenville, Beaver, Utah, United States
November 8, 1864
Greenville, Beaver, Utah, United States
April 15, 1867
Greenville, Beaver, Utah, United States
December 1, 1870
Utah, United States
September 12, 1877
Beaver, BeBeaver, Utah, United States
January 18, 1929
Circleville, Piute, Utah, United States
January 22, 1929
Circleville, Piute, Utah, United States