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  • Name FIELDING, Mary 
    Birth 21 Jul 1801  Honeydon, Bedfordshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Christening 15 Sep 1801  Saint Ives, Huntingdonshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Female 
    WAC 10 Dec 1845  NAUVO Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Death 21 Sep 1852  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Burial 24 Sep 1852  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Person ID I10417  Joseph Smith Sr and Lucy Mack Smith
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    Father FIELDING, John ,   b. 30 Jun 1759, Halifax, Yorkshire, England Find all individuals with events at this locationHalifax, Yorkshire, Englandd. 3 Mar 1836, Colmworth, Bedfordshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 76 years) 
    Mother IBBOTSON, Rachel ,   b. 30 Nov 1767, Halifax, Yorkshire, England Find all individuals with events at this locationHalifax, Yorkshire, Englandd. 15 Oct 1828, Honidon, Bedfordshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 60 years) 
    Marriage 16 Sep 1790  Halifax, Calderdale, West Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Family SMITH, Hyrum ,   b. 9 Feb 1800, Tunbridge, Orange, Vermont, United States Find all individuals with events at this locationTunbridge, Orange, Vermont, United Statesd. 27 Jun 1844, Carthage, Hancock, Illinois, United States Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 44 years) 
    Marriage 24 Dec 1837  Kirtland, Lake, Ohio, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Children 1 son and 1 daughter 
    Family ID F41  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
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    • BIOGRAPHY: The Indomitable Faith of Mary Fielding Smith (+ How Hyrum's Martyrdom Changed Her Forever)

      Mary Fielding Smith's legacy of obedience , sacrifice, and faith has carved an indelible place in early Church history. And the exemplary life of this pioneer mother continues to inspire Latter-day Saints today.
      by Glenn Rawson, for History of the Saints

      "If any person has lived the life of a saint, she has. If any person has acted the part of a mother, she has." - Heber C. Kimball - painting by Julie Rogers
      Mary Fielding Smith grew up a farmer’s daughter. Born in Honidon, Bedfordshire, England, on July 21, 1801, she was the sixth child of John Fielding and Rachel Ibbotson Fielding. During her most tender years, Mary learned from both her father and mother the meaning of hard work, discipline, devotion to God, and sacrifice. Two of her siblings, Joseph and Mercy, emigrated to Canada in March of 1832 to establish themselves as farmers, and Mary joined them two years later, where the three joined a small break-off group of Methodists. But in the spring of 1836, Elder Parley P. Pratt arrived from the United States to preach the gospel. His message was not well received. However, Elder Pratt had persuaded a man named John Taylor, who was not yet baptized, to join him on a preaching circuit through the countryside. Nine miles outside of present-day Toronto, they came upon the farm of Joseph Fielding. Wary of the preachers, Mary and Mercy went to the home of a neighbor, “lest they should give welcome or give countenance to ‘Mormonism.’” But their brother Joseph stayed and greeted the visitors by saying, “We do not want a new revelation or a new religion contrary to the Bible.”

      Elder Pratt simply responded, “If that is all, we shall soon remove your prejudices.” He invited Joseph to send for his sisters. They all sat down to supper, during which Elder Pratt promised to “preach the old Bible gospel and leave out all new revelations which are opposed to it.” He did so, and it was not long before Mary, Mercy, and Joseph were baptized into the restored Church of Jesus Christ on May 21, 1836, along with John and Leonora Taylor and others.
      Gathering in Kirtland

      By the spring of 1837, Mary, Mercy, and Joseph had gathered with the Saints in Kirtland, Ohio. But in July of the same year, Joseph left with Heber C. Kimball and others as missionaries to England, and Mercy was called on a mission to Canada with her new husband, Robert B. Thompson—another English immigrant from Canada. Mary was left alone, and while a new country, culture, and faith may have proved daunting enough, they were coupled with a spirit of dissent and apostasy that was growing in Kirtland. Yet, when so many others faltered and fell, she endured and kept the faith. “I feel more and more convinced,” she said in a letter to Mercy, “that it is through suffering that we are to be made perfect, and I have already found it to have the effect of driving me nearer to the Lord and so suffering has become a great blessing to me.” She also wrote in a letter this touching account of a Sabbath meeting in the holy temple when she looked upon the Prophet Joseph Smith, seated with three of his brothers in the Melchizedek Priesthood pulpits: “All, I believe,” she said, “faithful servants of the Living God. Joseph and Hyrum I know best and love much. While I looked at them, my heart was drawn out in earnest prayer to our Heavenly Father in their behalf, and also for the prophetess, their aged mother, whose eyes are frequently bathed in tears when she looks at or speaks of them.”

      Marrying Hyrum Smith

      During this time, Mary came to know Joseph and Hyrum Smith and greatly loved and respected them both. But she didn’t know that her acquaintance with the Smith family would quickly become even more intimate after Hyrum Smith’s wife, Jerusha, passed away in October 1837, leaving behind five small children. Joseph, seeing the burden of grief borne by his beloved brother, inquired of the Lord and was instructed to tell his brother that it was the will of the Lord that Hyrum marry Mary Fielding. Little is known about the details surrounding Mary’s reaction to that revelation and the subsequent proposal by Hyrum. However, we do know that Mary did not consider marriage to be a light thing, nor was she desperate to take the first proposal that came along. She was 36 years old and had received proposals in the past, one of which she had declined in a letter, saying, “I never intend, whether I am right or wrong, to be united to any person whose religious sentiments do not agree with my own.” Moreover, Mary had vocalized strong feelings in the past against being a stepmother. Yet, on December 24, 1837, Mary and Hyrum were wed in Kirtland. For her to have accepted Hyrum’s proposal is evidence that she knew it was the will of God.

      In Good Times and Bad

      Mary’s marriage to Hyrum meant that not only did she take his name but also shared his part in good times and bad. While Hyrum languished in misery and loneliness in Liberty Jail, Mary was forced out of the state of Missouri with six children — Joseph F., the couple’s first child together, had been born on November 13, 1838, just days after his father’s arrest and incarceration. Hyrum wrote many anguished letters to Mary during this time, but either they never reached her or she was too ill to answer. In fact, for four months she was at the “gates of death,” and it was only by the tender care of her sister Mercy that she was able to survive and make her way to safety in Quincy, Illinois, where Hyrum joined her in April 1839 upon his release from prison.
      Despite their hardships, Hyrum and Mary had five years together in Nauvoo, where they enjoyed some semblance of a normal home and family. It was during these relatively peaceful years that another child, Martha Ann, was born to the couple on May 14, 1841. But Mary’s most difficult test was yet to come.

      The Martyrdom

      I cannot think you are dead, my dear Hyrum - painting by Julie Rogers
      The threats against Joseph and Hyrum were constant and unrelenting, and Mary’s worst fears were realized when, in the early morning hours of June 28, 1844, George D. Grant knocked at the door and told her that Joseph and Hyrum had been murdered. According to Martha Ann, her mother “fell back against the bureau. Brother Grant took her and placed her in a chair. The news flew like wildfire through the house. The crying and agony that went through that house and the anguish and sorrow that were felt can be easier felt than described, but that will never be forgotten by those who were called to pass through it.”
      The moment when Mary and her children came to the Mansion House to see the body of their fallen husband and father was described by an observer:
      She [Mary] trembled at every step, and nearly fell, but reached her husband’s body, kneeled down by him, clasped her arm around his head, turned his pale face upon her heaving bosom, and then a gushing, plaintive wail burst from her lips. “O, Hyrum, Hyrum! Have they shot you, my dear Hyrum—are you dead? Oh, speak to me, my dear husband. I cannot think you are dead, my dear Hyrum.” She drew him closer to her bosom, kissed his pale lips and face, put her hands on his brow and brushed back his hair. Her grief seemed to consume her, and she lost all power of utterance. Martha Ann remembers that from that day on, her mother never seemed to smile: “How sad and sorrowful my darling mother used to look. She scarcely ever smiled again. If we could get her to laugh, we thought we had accomplished quite a feat.”

      The Journey West

      In the fall of 1844, Heber C. Kimball married Mary for time as one of his plural wives. Though they never lived together, from that point forward Heber would watch over Mary and her family. It was February 1846 when President Brigham Young and the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles crossed the Mississippi River and started west. If material concerns ever gave someone ample reason to stay in Nauvoo, they would have given Mary a reason. But she was determined to follow the apostles and bring her household with her. By September 1846, she had resourcefully outfitted herself and her family for the journey. Martha Ann described the day of their departure:

      We left our home just as it was—our furniture and the fruit trees hanging full of rosy-cheeked peaches. We bid goodbye to the loved home that reminded us of our father everywhere we turned. I was five years old when we started from Nauvoo. We crossed over the Mississippi in the skiff in the dusk of evening. We bid goodbye to our dear, old, feeble grandmother [Lucy Mack Smith]. I can never forget the bitter tears she shed when she bid us goodbye for the last time in this life. She knew it would be the last time she would see her son’s family.

      Mary Fielding determined to go West

      Mary and her family spent the winter of 1846 in Winter Quarters, Nebraska. In the spring of 1847, President Brigham Young and the vanguard company pioneered the way to the Salt Lake Valley and then returned to later bring the rest of the Saints. Heber C. Kimball organized the last company to make the journey in 1848. He sent word that Mary and her group were to travel with him, but Mary had lost so many horses and oxen that it seemed an impossible request. Heber’s large company was already 27 miles out on the trail when Mary finally scraped together unbroken wild cows and steers, yoked them up, and set out. When she reached the camp, she was met by Captain Cornelius P. Lott, an experienced and trusted trail boss in charge of the company. After discovering her lack of supplies, Lott declared that Mary was not prepared and sent her back. After all she had done to be obedient and get ready, his harsh words must have stung her deeply. Joseph F. was standing by and heard them. He resented the captain for the rest of his days because of the hurt those words caused his mother. But Mary looked the captain in the eye and firmly declared that she was going on and that she would beat him to the Salt Lake Valley and ask nothing along the way.

      Mary’s relationship with Captain Lott did not improve. When one of Mary’s oxen lay down in the yoke, stiffened up, and appeared to be dying, Captain Lott announced that he had known that Mary would prove a burden on the company. She said nothing, went to her wagon, and retrieved a bottle of consecrated oil. She asked Joseph Fielding and James Lawson to anoint and administer to the animal. The animal stirred, stood, and moved off as if nothing had happened. Moments later, another ox went down. Another blessing was given, with the same result. Those oxen and the others brought her through to the Salt Lake Valley—ahead of Captain Lott and the rest of the company.

      Mary’s Millcreek Homestead

      It was the intention of Church leaders that Mary have property at the very center of the newly platted Salt Lake City, but Mary was of a different mind. Not long after her arrival in the valley, she saddled Hyrum’s old horse and rode out looking for a place to build a farm and establish her independence. She found land near some springs in the area known today as East Millcreek. In the spring of 1849, Mary and her family began carving their homestead out of virgin wilderness. They built a home and a dugout barn and cultivated 40 acres of good farm ground. But the hard work took a toll. In July of 1852, Mary went into the city to attend a public function and soon after fell ill. The Kimballs took her into their home, but despite their efforts she passed away on September 21, 1852. President Heber C. Kimball said at her funeral:

      If any person has lived the life of a saint, she has. If any person has acted the part of a mother, she has. . . . I have never seen a person in my life that had a greater desire to live than she had, and there was only one thing she desired to live for, and that was to see her family.

      Her son, Joseph F. Smith, later paid the highest tribute to his mother when he said:

      How I love and cherish true motherhood! Nothing beneath the celestial kingdom can surpass my deathless love for the sweet, true, noble soul who gave me birth—my own, own, mother! O she was good! She was true! She was pure! She was indeed a Saint! A royal daughter of God! To her I owe my very existence as also my success in life, coupled with the favor and mercy of God!
      Glenn Rawson, TV and Radio host for History of the Saints television program narrates a video presentation on Mary Fielding's life story:

      Ref: Don Cecil Corbett, Mary Fielding Smith, Daughter of Britain: Portrait of Courage (Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1966), 6.) ----------------- "The Lord Will Support Us" Mary Fielding Smith (This book excerpt is taken from Heroines of the Restoration published by Bookcraft, Inc. this spring. by Beppie Harrison- Used by Permission.) It's not that it's so hard to find a determined woman. We see them all around us: the older woman resolutely keeping up with youngsters who could be her grandchildren, finally working on her degree after years devoted to family; the young woman, tomato-splattered and flustered, intent on canning every single one of the tomatoes she grew and brooding over the zucchini surplus; the mother who has made up her mind that her offspring are going to have the musical advantages she missed, even if it means insisting on and supervising unenthusiastic practice sessions from now until the far side of forever.

      A lot of women are blessed with determination. A lot of men joke about it, looking nervously over their shoulders lest they find themselves overtaken by a reolute female person intent on her own business. Mary Fielding Smith would have outdone them all. It's a matter of historical fact that she overtook a good many men in her day. Even in a field of determined women she would have stood out.

      Born in England, she was converted to the restored Church in Canada with her brother and sister, and with them came to Zion, which at that point was Kirtland, Ohio. She went on to become the wife of the second Patriarch of the Church, mother of the sixth president, and grandmother of the tenth, but it is not solely her relationship with the men of her family that makes her memorable. After her husband, Hyrum, was murdered by the mob with his brother, the Prophet Joseph Smith, Mary Fielding Smith--over the resistance of Smith family members who pressed her to remain in Nauvoo--gathered up herself and her possessions her children, stepchildren, and several, stepchildren, and several other miscellaneous dependents, and set off to travel west with the body of the Church. The captain of her company, a man named Cornelius P. Lott, was so unenthusiastic about the idea of including her assortment of women, children, and half-broken wild steers and half-grown oxen in his company that he told her bluntly that she should go back to Winter Quarters and stay there until someone could take charge of her. If she persisted in her attempt to travel west, he said, she would never make it to their destination and would be a burden to everyone else in the company as far as she might manage to get.

      Her son Joseph F. Smith, not yet 10 years at the time, was standing with his mother as Captain Lott explained to her what he saw as the realities of the situation. There they stood, the young boy, the testy but powerful captain, and the indomitable woman. It was obvious to her son, if not to the captain, that Mary saw the realities rather differently. Joseph F. might not be very old, and she might be a widowed woman, but she had faith and determination, and Joseph Smith had promised her before his death that the Lord would take care of her. When the captain finished, Mary said what she had to say. She told the captain that she would beat him to the Valley and would ask no help from him while she was doing it. Then, without further discussion on the subject, she went ahead and did exactly what she told him she would do. She got there a day before he did, and she got there without his help.

      Mary was a Smith by marriage but a Fielding by birth, and the Fieldings had never been known for their wishy-washy stands on principle. When she, her brother, and her sister, with their Methodist minister, John Taylor, encountered a Mormon missionary in Toronto named Parley P. Pratt and recognized the truth of what he taught, the Fieldings' first hope was that they would be able to take that message and share it with their five brothers and sisters still living in the north of England. When her brother, Joseph Fielding, was later actually able to go to that very part of England as a missionary himself, he discovered to his and his sisters' disappointment that the English branch of the family wanted nothing to do with the Church and, consequently, nothing to do with him either.

      With true Fielding determine, the English Fieldings planted themselves as resolutely on the old faith as the American branch planted themselves on the new. Neither side would budge, and eventually they died as they lived from that time forward, estranged. My family is descended from those Fieldings in a direct line from Joseph, and it's not only my mother who has remarked on the fact that the Fielding determination apparently rides on exceedingly dominant genes down to the present generation. We are three, four, and five generations away from away from Joseph and his resolute sisters now, and you can still see the shadow of their set chins in the set chins of my mother, my sisters, and my children when something they believe in is challenged or declared to be impossible. Mary Fielding Smith's chin must have been set like that when, during her long march across the plains, one of her best exen collapsed in the yoke, apparently dying. Captain Lott--not particularly grieved by the situation, one gathers--came to see what was going on and announced that the animal was obviously dead and they would just have to figure out some way to take the widow along, a burden on the company just as he had predicted. Mary said nothing. (Unlike many of her collateral descendants, she appears to have been a woman of few words.) Instead, she went to her wagon and collected a bottle of consecrated oil, and then went to her brother Joseph, who was also part of the company, and told him he was needed to administr to the ox. According to family legend, Joseph was somewhat taken aback by the request. Up until then he had apparently not seen administration to animals as one of his priesthood opportunities. His sister, however, was firmly determined that that was exactly what was going to happen, and Joseph took the oil from her and with another elder administered to the ox.

      The ox, still in the yoke, got up and walked. The wagon jolted along after it, and so did Mary. What the captain said or thought is not recorded. I think about the Fielding determination sometimes, and about how it led the English branch of the family to remain stubbornly close-minded to what the two sisters and brother in the New World recognized as revelation that opened all the promise and meaning of the dispensation of the fulness of times. I think about how that same Fielding determination worked to enable Mary to withstand the persecution she and her family endured in Ohio, in Missouri, and finally in Nauvoo, the determination that held her close to the strength of the gospel when the lifeless body of her husband was returned to her after the carnage of Carthage Jail. Would it have been easier to have thrown up her hands and taken her chldren and fled back to England, to sanity and safety? I don't know, but apparently the possibility never occurred to her. Mary Fielding Smith determined to live for the Church as her husband had died for it, and, alone among the Smith family, transferred her loyalty and her obedience to the new leaders and went west, as they did, to Deseret. ...

      I think about that distinction as I look around at the world I live in today, 150 years after the days when Mary Fielding Smith was fighting her battles with unfortunate oxen, skeptical men, and inexorable geography. I think about myself and my sisters: we certainly seem to have no problem in making up our minds about things. But do we always remember, in small things as well as large, to ask for counsel on what we should do, and, having asked for the counsel, actually wait to find out what it is before charging off into action? I wonder. Sometimes it seems so much easier just to get going on whatever appears to be the most obvious thing to be done. Oh, of course there are things we do that I know Mary Fielding Smith would understand and approve of fully. I think of one of my sisters, who lives, as I do, well out of the Valley and the heartland of the Church, and who has, over the course of four long school years now, bounded out of bed at some incredible hour so that she can be dressed and prepared--not at home, but over at the stake center--to teach seminary at six o'clock in the morning. Mary would have nodded approvingly and understood exactly why it was important to do that, even on the most uninviting wintry dawns. Mary knew about cold, and fighting fatigue, and instructing adolescents who might not fully appreciate the instruction at the time. She also knew it had to be done. But then I think about some of the other examples of determination in our time. I think of the stage mothers who are absolutely set on their young daughters finding fame and fortune, and who are not particularly concerned about the quality or moral principles or levels of violence in the productions within which they struggle to the place their daughters. I think about some of the world-class women athletes who place every other consideration after their goal to achieve success in sports, and how marriages have been known to flounder as a direct result. I think about here at the tail end of the twentieth century who, whether their opportunities are in the commercial world or in charitable ventures or in political action, either postpone having their families until some vague future time when they might get around to it, or else, being encumbered with motherly or wifely responsibilities or both, work a patchwork of temporary arrangements and substitute child care and microwave dinners left with a hasty note of instruction or money on the kitchen counter for pizza.

      None of their achievements (and clearly they do achieve) are possible without determination, and none of them succeed in their chosen fields (and clearly they do succeed) without being determined in a way that is a shadowy reminder of Mary Fielding Smith. But only a shadowy reminder. Viewed from the outsied, the choices many women of today are making, however determined the women are, don't appear to be the choices that Mary would have made, given what we know of her and her character. Of course, it's true that as outsiders we are in no position to evaluate the choices of others or to pass judgment on whether they sought to be, according to our frame of reference. Still, perhaps I can learn from Mary's example something about my own choices and my reasons for making them. First of all, there's that business of praying about choices and then paying attention to the answers, whether the answers seem wrongheaded and off base or not. I should learn from experience; I have a long history of apparently wrongheaded answers to prayer that worked out to be the best possible blessings that could have been given to me. Trusting that will happen seems to be a lesson I need to learn over and over again. Second, there's the point that I need to be very, very sure that I am really listening to the Spirit when it's necessary for other people to sacrifice something so that I can do what I believe I ought to do. That I myself should sacrifice something so that I can do what I believe I ought to do. That I myself should sacrifice for what I want is perfectly all right. But when I ask my children to get along on their own for a bit while I get whatever it is under control, or figure that my husband and I don't really need to spend all that much time together right now because we're both busy (as least I think he's busy--I haven't really had time to inquire), or decide my mother is doing just fine--she always seems to be pottering around comfortably when I get a minute to pay attention--and I'll just get these things done and then I'll spend some time with her--well, I guess when I think about Mary Fielding Smith and how busy she was and the choices she made, I think I'd better evaluate my choices very, very carefully.

      True, her children had a rough time crossing the plains. It wasn't easy for anyone. But would staying in Nauvoo necessarily have been any easier? After all, it was from Nauvoo that her husband (and their father) went off to Carthage and his death. The choices Mary Fielding Smith made with such determination were for their better good in the long run, not primariy for hers. True, she left her husband's mother behind, but at the time she left, Lucy Mack Smith had agreed to come west, if when she died her body could be brought back to Nauvoo for burial. That was promised to her, but she just never actually started the journey. The person who sacrificed most for Mary Fielding Smith's determined fealty to the Church and what she believed she was directed to do was Mary Fielding Smith herself. She was a woman in the prime of her life, in her forties when she crossed the plains.

      Not only did she make the journey but she had to make a home, quite literally, once she reached the Salt Lake Valley. She and her family built a two-room adobe house first, and cleared land for a farm. None of it was easy work. Mary had been a tall, attractive young woman; by the time she was working on the farm in the Salt Lake Valley she had become a stong but careworn old woman, her hair graying, shoulders stooped, hands rough and hardened by manual labor. When she had done what she had to do--her children and stepchildren had a home among the Saints, safe in the West--her iron detrmination could support her no further.

      She had pushed her body relentlessly, month after month, year after year. In the end, her resistance crumbled. She caught what was described as a cold, and steadily worsened. In 1852, only four years after coming into the Valley, Mary Fielding Smith died. She was then 51 years old. When I consider her accomplishments, there is only one possible verdict: she was one determined lady. More important, she seemed to know by instinct what the rest of us sometimes forget. Determination is a strong horse that needs to be harnessed by humility and obedience if it is to take us where we need to go. Mary Fielding Smith knew that. She organized her life around that truth, and she passed a rich heritage on to those of us who would come after, fighting different battles in different times but needing exactly the same principles that she lived by through good times and bad. Mary Fielding Smith once wrote to her sister, "The Lord knows what our intentions are, and He will support us and give us grace and strength for the day, if we continue to put our trust in Him and devote ourselves unreservedly to His service."(1) Not only did she write it, she believed it and she lived it. She tamed the horse of detrmination simply by placing the reins in the hands of the Lord, as each of us can do. And then she hung on tight, and rode. By Beppie Harrison (1) Mary Fielding, letter to Mercy Rachel Thompson (no date), Canada, as quoted in Don C. Corbet, Mary Fielding Smith: Daughter of Britain (Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1966), p. 35.

      Mary Fielding Smith - The wife of Hyrum Smith who was the brother of the Prophet Joseph Smith. She was the mother and grandmother of two Church presidents who was remembered for her faith and prayers when her own team became ill. A tithing clerk once told her, "Widow Smith, it's a shame that you should have to pay tithing," to which she replied, "Would you deny me a blessing?" "The Lord Will Support Us" Mary Fielding Smith 1801-1852 This book excerpt is taken from Heroines of the Restoration, to be published by Bookcraft, Inc AFN: Merged with a record that used the AFN 1SJK-P9 BURIAL: Also shown as Buried Salt Lake City Cemetery, Salt Lake, Utah, USA.

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    1. [S989] The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, International Genealogical Index(R), downloaded 17 Sep 2009 (Reliability: 3).

    2. [S11] The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Unknown (Reliability: 3).