Mary Ann Ann James

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Mary Ann Ann James

Birthdate: (83)
Birthplace: Pinvin, Worcester, England
Death: August 09, 1928 (83)
Immediate Family:

Daughter of William James and Jane James / Maude
Wife of Jabez Dangerfield
Mother of Annie Lavina Dangerfield; Jobez W Dangerfield; David Charles Dangerfield; Martha Mae McCoard; Mary Etola Dixon and 3 others
Sister of Emma Jane Johnson; Reuban James; Sarah James; George James; John Parley James and 2 others
Half sister of William Moroni Maude

Managed by: Gwyneth McNeil
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About Mary Ann Ann James

Mary was part of the Willie handcart company when she was about 11 years old. Her father died on the trail. Her mother and some of her siblings made it to the valley. When she grew up she married a Dangerfield (Jabez, the younger brother of Charles who I am descended from). Some quotes from her journal are posted on trees visible during the Handcart Trek in Nauvoo, IL. Here are the photos of those quotes and a photo of the trek:

Now I'll include a quote from part of Mary's journal that I found on the web here:,16272,4019-1-319,00.html

Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868

Source of Trail Excerpt:

Dangerfield, Mary Ann James, Autobiographical sketch, in Mormon biographical sketches collection [ca. 1900-1975], reel 4, box 4, fd. 10, item 1, 2-3.

Read Trail Excerpt:

We were met at Camp Iowa by Elders from Salt Lake, with tents, handcarts and provisions, we were told that all must walk that could and pull our baggage and provisions. The emigrants were divided into four companies. The company in which we traveled was the Willie Company and numbered about 500 souls. We left Camp Iowa July 15th and the first 200 miles of our journey was filled with pleasant memories. After leaving Council Bluffs, Iowa, we started on what is known as the remarkable journey recorded in the annals of history.

Early in September the first frosts of the season came and from then on our sorrows and troubles were far more than our joys. The Indians had been on the war path and we were in constant fear of them. At one time we were almost trampled to death by a herd of buffalo. Provisions became very scarce and we could be allowed but a very little each day. The Indians, drove all the cattle that had been allotted to our company, away, thus leaving us with out meat. The storms increased, and the roads became terrible. The poorly made handcarts were about to fall to pieces[.] much time was spent in fixing them, and very little progress could be made. These troubles happened daily, but the climax for mother came during the first part of October. Father and my oldest brother stopped to help bury a member of our company. Mother waited with them as she was helping to draw the cart with the heaviest load. We children went on with our load until we came to a river which we could not ford. It was snowing and blowing. Fathers strength gave out. He made every possible effort to continue, but without success. Mother was placed in an awful position. Her husband unable to go farther, and her little children far ahead starving and freezing, what could she do? Father said, “go to the children; we will get in if we can”. She hurried on with a prayer in her heart for father’s deliverance and our safty. She found us by the river and with her aid we waded through. Our clothing wet was soon covered with ice, and our shoes frozen on our feet. Camp was reached but we had no one to fix our tent, as father and brother were behind. We watched and listened for their coming, hoping and praying for the best. At last they were brought in but death had claimed our father.

Brother was finally restored. Imagine if you can, my mother only a young woman of forty-one, her husband lying dead in a frozen wilderness with seven little children starved and freezing crying for comfort which she could not give. Her feelings are better imagined than described. Her physical and mental indurance was surely nothing short of merecleous. Relief came, the next morning from Salt Lake. It was surely a God send to get some thing to eat. During the day the dead were cared for the best way they could be, and we continued our journey, leaving the bodies at the mercy of the wild animals. The rest of the journey was terrible, however we had more to eat and certainly helped us to endure the cold and the weary march. We arrived in Salt Lake Nov. 9th 1856.

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Mary Ann Ann James's Timeline

December 15, 1844
Pinvin, Worcester, England
July 9, 1869
Age 24
April 17, 1872
Age 27
Salt Lake City, UT, United States
March 27, 1875
Age 30
Salt Lake City, UT, United States
March 27, 1875
Age 30
Salt Lake City, UT, United States
September 18, 1877
Age 32
Salt Lake City, UT, United States
May 2, 1880
Age 35
Salt Lake City, UT, United States
January 28, 1883
Age 38
Salt Lake City, UT, United States
October 19, 1885
Age 40
Salt Lake City, UT, United States
August 9, 1928
Age 83