Six children gathered at the old homestead, Roxie, Sarah, Alma, Julia, Mary and Henry. Rose was absent.
Program: Alma president, Mary secretary
From Aunt Mary B. Stewart relating story heard from Polly Benson Bartholomew.
Grandmother said that in all her experiences and trials as pioneers,
with the Indians and hardships they went through in crossing the plains,
nothing left them with such a terrible feeling as did the news of the
Prophet and Hyrums martyrdom. She said, Besides the awful
void in losing our beloved leaders, we felt the mob would never cease
until they had killed us all.
At the time mother and father were married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake city, Sister Eliza R. Snow was in charge of the women at the services that day. She pointed to mother asking her to come to assist her, and when mother came to Sister Snow, the latter asked her name. Mother said, Eliza R. Metcalf. Sister Snow asked what the R. in her name stood for. Mother said she did not know as she was named for Eliza R. Snow. Sister snow replied, How strange that I should call on my namesake to assist me in this important work today. Your name is Eliza Roxie. From that time on Mother and Sister Snow were very close friends. Whenever Sister Snow came through Fayette on her way to attend conferences, she always stopped, even going out of her way to see mother. Mother told us when we were small that one time when Sister Snow was there that she took hold of Sister Snows shoulder and smiling said, This is the good lady after whom I was named. I will never forget it. Mother kept an enlarge photograph of Eliza R. Snow hanging permanently in her bedroom. Sister Snow was a very kind, patient lady. At one visit to our home, she blessed and named my brother Joseph to whom she gave the name of Joseph Smith Bartholomew, after which father gave him the fathers blessing. She was not a tall woman, inclined to plumpness, very attractive, vital, and dynamic. I remember so much about the little black lace bonnet she used to wear, beautiful, all filled just around her head, a frilly sort of cap that went around her head. She was not always dressed in black.
Father, with his younger brothers, Joseph and William were coming home
from the canyon with logs. (Not sure of the canyon) They came to a large
stream of water that had to be crossed. Father was impressed that they
should not go that way. There was another possible route, however, his
brother Joseph would not listen, but was determined to cross the stream
against his older brothers premonition. The wagons got stuck and
had to be unloaded. As William took the guns off the wagon, one of them
fell and discharged a bullet striking him, killing him dead.
Father was often impressed to do certain things or to change his plans
to do other things. He made it a habit to act upon those impressions.
They guided his life.
The little settlement of Fayette had lost several cows and horses. The
Indians had driven them away. The men of the village held a council and
decided to go horseback to try to find the missing animals. At this particular
time the Indians were very hostile toward the settlers.
Father had a sense of humor and used it on many occasions. We were never
allowed to talk of other peoples faults or failings. His retort
was What do you know good about that person. If we didnt
seem to recall anything readily, he soon mentioned something good. We
were always expected to be at Church. This wasnt a hardship for
we went in a group, mother too. In those days there were very few places
to go for either entertainment or work. However, most of our entertainment
was centered in the home.
My son Mitchell had run away (I always knew where he hid) so I dashed over to Mothers hurriedly to have him come to his evening meal. I saw father down in the yard, so thats where I went. I asked him if he had seen Mitch. He had quickly hidden him behind a box as he saw me coming. I asked, Have you seen Mitch? He looked all around and answered, I dont see him now. This replay caused Mother to laugh, so of course I knew where he was. I stopped to talk to Father a few minutes then took Mitch and started for home. On the way we met Mother at the south gate. She went immediately to the yard to feed her chickens. She found Father lying on the ground and called for the boys, Henry and his cousin Jess, to come quickly. They carried Father to the house. He was dead by the time they reached the house.
She said she always looked out for Andrew. He wasnt selfish; he was ambitious. He wanted to reach the very top.
The family lived at Manti, then Mayfield, and then Gunnison. When she was a little child, her father herded sheep. Aunt Elsie took lunch to him every day.
Andrew, Albert, and Elsie batched it at Provo in the old Monson Home. Mrs. Capson cooked for them. After that it seems they shifted for themselves. Mother C. shipped large boxes of food---chicken, bread, and cakes (like sweet rolls) for them.
She knew that she had a mother that wanted her to be somebody, to amount to something. She gave them every opportunity.
The Apostle Wilford Woodruff was sleeping upstairs in the south room when a runner came to say that President John Taylor had passed away and that it was requested that he come back post haste to Salt Lake.
At the time of fathers death, I was hauling hay and Id been
out for a load. Wilford Reese was teaching school and staying with us.
When I came in with the load of hay, father was lying on the ground. (He
had been leading a horse while we put the hay in the barn.) When he was
lying on the ground by the hydrant. I talked to him. He said, I
tried to fix the hay, I got too sick and couldnt do it. I
called to Wilford Reese. He came down from the house. The outhouse was
right there. He said, I need to sit on the toilet. Wilford
and I picked him up and sat him on the toilet. When he was through, Will
and I picked him up and carried him up to the house. We laid him on the
couch, he gasped a time or two and was gone. Mother prepared the couch
with pillows etc. for him to lie on.
Father spoke some Indian, I dont know how much. During the Black Hawk War, he went with a group of men to Grass Valley. When they got there, Grandfather Joseph B. broke ranks and chased an Indian down to the swamps. He said, I would have shot that Indian. I was surely glad that my horse got mired in the swamp and I didnt have to shoot him. They had divided their troupes. Grandfather---The Indian yelled out, expecting to be shop any time. With the miring of his horse he was spared killing this Indian. Talked of it years afterward.
Father and Mother always fed the Indians giving them beef and other supplies.
Grandmother Eliza was 13 years old when she came to Warm Springs. Grandfather Metcalf (a millwright, trained in England) was called to settle here. When he first came he didnt bring his whole family, but just the 13-year-old Eliza. She had known the Bartholomews from Springville. As they came into Warm Springs, the 13-year-old girl stood up and said, Well, where are the houses? They did see some smoke coming from the riverbanks. Her father said, Those, Eliza, are the houses. They were just dugouts along the bank. The Joseph Bartholomews and Mellors, James Sr., were there. These latter two families came together.
Grandmother Mary was given a cabbage while visiting at Gunnison. Cabbages were hardly in season in Fayette. Grandfather John Metcalf had come from the Mill. He had been having trouble with it and was rather upset. He didnt say anything to them, but they recognized the mood. They had cooked this cabbage whole for dinner. Seated at the table Grandmother Metcalf cut the cabbage in two and slid one half onto his plate. Mary and Eliza (mother and daughter) were tickled at the way this was done. He was rather stern and didnt allow any laughing at the table. Grandmother Mary excused herself to pour the water or something. Eliza decided she would have to go out to laugh out loud. When they came back, the other half of the cabbage was gone. They had had their mouths all set for some of that cabbage.