TAYLOR, John Moroni

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• Name	TAYLOR, John Moroni
  Birth	28 Jun 1897	Fremont, Wayne, Utah, United States
  Christening	28 Jun 1897	Fremont, Wayne, Utah, United States
  Gender	Male
  WAC	31 May 1957	SLAKE
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  Death	20 Oct 1957	Talmage, Duchesne, Utah, United States
  Burial	24 Oct 1957	Duchesne, Duchesne, Utah, United States
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  Family	TANNER, Caroline Pearl ,   b. 22 Oct 1899, Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United Statesd. 24 Jun 1958, Duchesne, Duchesne, Utah, United States (Age 58 years)
  Children	+ 1. TAYLOR, Preston Moroni ,   b. 14 Jan 1933, Duchesne, Duchesne, Utah, United States Duchesne, Duchesne, Utah, United Statesd. 27 Feb 2011, Inkom, Bannock, Idaho, United States (Age 78 years)
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  John Henry Taylor, was born to William Riley Taylor and Margaret Jane Ellison, at Kayesville, Davis County, Utah, 4th January 1861. Johns, Father, William Riley Taylor, came to the great Salt Lake Valley , in his tenth year, with his father, Allen Taylor, Allen being captain of the Allen Taylor Company of the saints. This company arrived in the Valley on the 15th of October 1849. The family first settled at the mouth of Mill Creek Canyon and in 1850, the family moved to Kayesville, Utah Sept. 27, 1857, in his 18th year, William Riley Taylor married Margaret Jane Ellison, daughter of John Ellison and Alice Pilling, Pioneers of 1852. On the 19th April 1859, Margaret gave birth to their first child, a son, William Allen, and on the 4th of January 1861, John Henry was born to this young couple. In the spring of 1862, Allen Taylor was called by President Brigham Young, to go south and help settle the Dixie Country, with the privilege to call and take his married sons and daughters with him. So on the 20th of May 1862, the Allen Taylor family again left their homes in Weber and Davis Counties, settling at New Harmony, Washington County, arriving there on the 12th of July 1862.. Some of the incidents and events of John's life while growing up are many as is common to all in pioneering wild territory. On one instance, John and his older brother, Willie as he was called, were watching their father plow the field, getting ready for planting. John, pushing his hands down deep into the pockets of his jeans, twisted himself around and said: "Haint them bully horses Wooly?" At one time, Johns' father was going out to look for horses on the mountain. John wanted to go very much, so his mother fixed a lunch and tied it in a cloth and to the saddle. As they rode along through the trees, they lost the lunch, the first time, John's father helped find it but the second time they lost the lunch, His father sent John back to look for it and told him to sit on a big log by the side of the road and wait for this father to come back that way for the boy. John, not finding the lunch and fearing his father had forgotten him, started up the road. He stubbed his big toe on a rock, it knocked the nail off. He found a big dry tree that had fallen, he climbed as high up as he could, "So a big Bear couldn't get him." When John was about fourteen years old, he went with his grandfather, Allen Taylor, to help make up his molasses. Young John had been away from home about three weeks and was very home sick. His grandfather told him that he couldn't leave his work to take John home for another week. John was homesick and said he was going home, a distance of thirty five miles. The boy started out on foot. At night he stayed with an old couple who knew John's grandfather. They were very nice and made John as comfortable as they would have one of their own. The next morning, as soon as it was light, the young boy was up. (he slept with his boots on.) The old lady wanted to fix him some breakfast but he said "No thank you, I will go" He had walked about an hour when an Indian boy came along in a wagon and gave John a ride. He arrived home just as his father and brothers were going to the fields to work. He was a very happy lad to be home again. He was always a great home body, even after he was married, he always wanted to be home. Nine of William Rileys and Margarets children were born in New Harmony, one in Ogden, one is Kaysville and three were born in Fremont Wayne County. The Taylor Families were released from their mission in the Dixie Country and after nineteen years in Dixie, they moved their families into more desolate country to pioneer and help develope. John was in the twenth year when the family moved from Dixie into the Wayne County area. It was a short time after these families had arrive in Wayne County, that young John meet and married August Elizabeth Stevens, daughter of Henry Stevens and Augusta Dorius. John and Augusta were married on May 15th 1883 and on the 2nd of January 1884, they went to the Manti Temple and were sealed to each other for time and eternity. During their early life, young John was loading his gun and it discharged, shooting the thumb of his right hand off. He had lost a considerable amount of blood and was in serious condition, before they could get him to a doctor. A short time later in a church gathering, one of the brothern was giving the prayer. In the prayer he asked a blessing for "John Taylor, he said". "I don't mean President John Taylor, I mean on Thumb John Taylor. On the 7th of February 1884, Augusta gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy William Henry and Margaret Augusta. In due time these young people and more babies come to their home. Crilla Janet, 16th May 1886, Laura Alice, 8th April 1888, James Eldon 8th May 1890, (James Eldon only lived one year, dying on the 29th May 1891 and was buried in the Fremont Wayne Cemetary). Their last child, Mary Jane was born the 15th October 1892. All these babies were born in Fremont. During these years and the few short years to follow, John and Augusta went through the many hardships of pioneer life, but they were always faithful and God fearing people and taught their children the best they could under the handy caps that existed during these early years. It was in 1893 and 1894 years of the great Diptheria epedemic struck many communities in the country and Wayne county wan't and different. In the spring of 1894, the dreaded disease hit John's little family and on the 7th of May 1894, the young wife and mother died. On the 10th of the same month 1894, just three days after the mother died, little Mary Jane died. five days later, on the 15th of May 1894, Margaret Augusta passed away. Thus the young father lost his young wife and two children with a weeks time, leaving three young motherless children for John to care for. Under these trying conditions, it would be hard to believe that the Saints could remain true and faithful to their convictions and still have a testimony of the gospel. John did remain faithful and some two years later he meet and married Allie Young, daughter of Franklin Wheeler Young and Nancy Leonora Greene, on the 24th of June 1896 in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a big step for both young people. Allie had been married to James Tickner Woods and she had a baby daughter to care form along with John's young children. There were many responsibilities and many hardships to endure. After this marriage, these young people made their home in Fremont, Wayne County, located four miles north of Loa, Utah. Here five of their eight children were born. John Moroni, 28th June 1897, Nancy, 1st August 1898, and only lived a few hours, she was buried in Fremont Cemetary. Aroet Franklin, 4th Feb. 1900, Lorenzo Independence, 19th April 1901, Eva Vivian 15 Sept. 1902. After the birth of Eva, the family moved to Huntington, Emery County, to make their home. After arriving in their new home Alma Ellison was born on the 3rd of January 1904, Orissia Susannah, 27th Sept., 1905, and Leonora Jane 25th Sept., 1907. Crilla, his daughter from his first wife, Augusta, died from child birth, in 1909 in Huntington, Utah. The home in Huntington was a two story house made of sawed logs. One room up stairs and one room down stairs with a lean too on the west for a kitchen. The boys slept up stairs. There were a big row of shade trees on the south side of the house, the water used was from a ditch about one hundred yards from the house. There was a row of shade trees on the north of the ditch. The orchard was south of this ditch, and there was a good variety of fruit trees that furnished the family with all the fruit need for bottling. North of the house was a big pond used for storing water. There was a barn west of the house where they stored hay for the livestock. A couple of years after moveing to Huntington, John took his family back to Fremont, and bought some cattle and sheep and the three oldest boys, John M, Aroet, and Ren, drove the cattle eighty five miles back to Huntington. Allie helped to drive the team and wagons and John helped the boys. A few years after moving to Huntington, the black leg disease hit the cattle in this area and there was no cure for it. The cattle died like flies. The farmers would pile the cattle in big piles and burn them to keep the disease from spreading. It was only a short time until Johns cattle were completely wiped out. Then to make matters worse, the land began to go water logged. the farmers would dig deep trenches to try to drain the water off the land but to no avail. In the spring of 1910, John and his wife traded his farm for a team harness, and white top buggy and loaded their few last belongings with their children and went back to Loa, Wayne County. There were many hardships on the way back. A short time after arriving back in Loa, their fifth child, Eva, became seriously ill and on the 7th of January 1914, she died and was buried in Loa. John was always a hard worker and honesty was one of his many great virtures. It was sometime about the spring of 1915 that John moved his family to Delta, hoping to make a new life, but he could never get ahead of the great loss in Emery Co. It was during this time that the baby daughter Allie had from he first marriage, Pearl (who had grown to a lovely young lady and was married with three young children of her own, having lost her oldest child soon after birth), Pearl was seriously ill, so Allie took her three youngest children and went to Pearl's home in Fairview to help care for Pearl's children while she sent to Salt Lake City for treatment. Pearl died the 25th June 1915 and was buried in Fairview the 28th June 1915. In 1917 John's and Allie's second son, Aroet enlisted in the first world war, and went over seas to help defend his country. It was a great worry to these people to see their young son go so far away from home under such conditions. There was happiness and good time and sorrow and heartache, but John remained true to his faith and often said that he certainly had a testimony of this church and that if he didn't think there was a here after and that our church wasn't true, he would surely live this old life up fast. John was always teaching love and respect to his children and was always a good husband and father. He begun to have sick spells, Prostate trouble but he always said if he ever went to a hospital, he would die. On the 30th of April 1934, at the age of 73 years and 3 months, John passed away in Hinckley, Utah, after suffering many many months with cancer of the postate glands. He was buried of the 3rd of May 1934 at Fremont, Wayne County, along side of his first love and the little family that he lost so very sudden. In the town of Smithfield, Cache County, on the 12th day of March 1868, I was born. In 1875, during the summer after I was seven years old, my parents, Franklin W. and Nancy L. Green Young moved from Tooele Valley to a bleak desert home one the Sevier River, called Leamington, named by my father. Few people lived in that section of the country at that time. Sometime after we located at this place, father went north after provisions. He was gone longer than he had thought he would be, and our flour gave out. We lived one week on boiled wheat and milk. One morning when we were having our family prayers, mother asked the kind Heavenly Father to provide something more for us to eat. In the afternoon an older sister and brother just older than myself, went up the river to look for the cos. They found a young antelope, with the kind help of the Lord, and a faithful old dog, they succeeded in killing the animal which they put on the horse and took home. We were all thankful that the prayer was answered so soon. Although a child, it strengthened my faith in prayer. In the evening father returned from his trip north; he had been successful in trading for a small amount of flour, and had arranged an exchange of lumber for flour for our winter supply. A couple of weeks later, he took his lumber and went for some fruit and a few vegetables, as we had neither. Father built homes for his two wives close together, and the brothers and sisters had many happy times together. In the fall, when school started, we had to walk some distance to the little log house for school. It had but one small window, and the fireplace was made of rock. The seats were made of rough slabs, with hold made in each end and sticks put in them for legs. We had no desks and no backs to the seats, only the walls of the log house as the seats were placed close to the wall. Our first lessons were taught from the old blue-black spelling book; we had to stand in line and have our toes on a mark. The one that could learn the letters first went to the head of the class. Slates were used instead of books; my first slate was a lye box, mother took both ends out, and cut it down the side. I thought I was big with my lye can slate and a piece of an old slate we had picked up for a pencil. That was a cold winter with lots of snow and ice. One day in November, father came to us children and said mother had a little baby boy. We were so pleased we clapped out hands and said, "Oh goody!" Then father said, "Do not rejoice for the little brother is dead." The little body was put in a little grave on a windswept mound and was soon covered with winter snows. On Christmas day, as was the custom, our mothers had prepared a family dinner. We were seated around the long table. Father had given thanks for our many blessings, when a stranger came to the door, and asked for feed for his horse and a nights lodging for himself. He said he had no money at the time, but would send some later, which he did. Something over a year later, father received a letter with a dollar bill in it, the price of his lodging. The next day after he left, two officers of the law, came to the place and asked if a man had stopped there and described this man. He was one of the most daring horse thieves in the country, Ben Tasker, I remember I gave him my seat at the table, and I stood beside him. He appeared to be a very nice gentleman, I thought, and I was honored. We moved to Oak City, and stayed one year, where I was baptized on the 17th day of September, 1877, a general rebaptizm day, where many of the older people were rebaptized, by C.H. Jensen. I remember of being at a meeting where Elder Platt B. Lyman was to have spoken, the first time after his return home from his mission. He had just started to speak when a message was handed him, that his father at Fillmore was very low. I remembered how sad everyone looked and although a child, how sorry I felt for Brother Lyman. In September of 1877 we moved from Oak City to Piute County, later named Wayne County. We arrived there October 6, 1877. We had two ox teams, one composed of one ox and one cow, (one ox having gone lame) and one horse team. With having break downs of our wagons, and the loose cattle straying at night, it took us three weeks to make the trip, which is traveled now in less than six hours. The road was very dangerous in some places. Two nights before we reached out new home, we lost a rooster and two hens, in going down a very rocky hill. When we found them the next morning, their feet were full of prickle-pears. Since that time the hill has been known to fathers family as "Rooster Hill". Many instances could be related of pioneer life. One that should be mentioned was the meeting of two old white headed men, after a period of 30 or more years. My husband's grandfather Taylor was speaking in a meeting at Loa, Wayne County. He was telling of an instance, when they were crossing the plains, of a camp being out of food and they were all very hungry; of a young man bringing a buffalo calf into the camp with a rope on its neck. A shout of joy and thanksgiving went up from the hungry throng. Uncle Eph Hanks (no relative but we called him uncle out of love and respect) was sitting at the back of the log meeting house, and arose to his feet when grandfather related this. He asked, "Would you know the name of the young man if you should hear it?" I do not remember the questions, or answers, but they asked questions of each other and took a step forward each time until they were facing each other. then these two white headed old men, who had sacrificed all, labored together, traveled together, to fulfill the righteous purposes of the Father in Heaven were clasped in each others arms and wept like children. It was a scene never to be forgotten by those present. There were no dry eyes in the house. I am thankful I had the privilege of being at that meeting. In 1884, the winter after I was 15 years old I became engaged 10 years older than myself. He was married and they were good Latter Day Saints and both good singers. He could whistle the most beautiful of any person I ever heard. I loved him with all my heart and soul, and am sure they both loved me. My parents gave their consent for us to be married, though very reluctantly. They felt like I would not be happy with him and father said, "You marry him and in 10 years I will give you money to get a divorce." He felt so strongly that I would not be happy. When I was a child I learned the commandment that said, "Honor thy father and they mother that thy days may be long upon the earth which the Lord thy God giveth thee.", and always felt it my duty as well as a pleasure to obey my parents. My lover was called on a mission in the spring so our marriage was postponed for a time. He was going away was a hard sacrifice for me, I felt like our lives would never be the same again, but it gave me more time to think and pry about it, which I tried to do. We corresponded for sometime then I decided it was time for me to know for sure what I should do I went to my Father in Heaven in earnest prayer, and pled with Him to make known to me what I should do about this, and it was shown to me that it was right for me to break our engagement, although it was a very great sacrifice to me. Yet I had the satisfaction of knowing that I was honoring my parents. I went to live for awhile with my Aunt. I think it hurt him as well as myself the way things had gone. Sometime after his return from his mission he married a girl of my acquaintance, younger than myself. When I learned that she was the mother of my lost loves first son, (his first wife had no children,) I must confess I was very jealous. That was at the time when the men who dared to have two wives were raided, so lover took his family and went to Mexico. I never saw him again. The poor soul lost sight of boy eyes, the effects of getting barley beard in one eye before he went on hi mission and suffered all of those years. I became acquainted with nice young men and had I stayed at my fathers home perhaps would have married a young man, but the Lord had a place for me and did not want me to marry a young man. I went to Salt Lake City, took a course in obstetrics, and while thus engaged became acquainted with an old gentleman, older than my father. Father readily gave his consent for us to be married, which event took place in the spring. I was not happy, he was not the right man for me but the kind Father in Heaven had a purpose in bringing things about this way. We lived together on year and a half, and he left me before my baby was born, and I did not see him after that. Just 10 years after father told me he would give me money to get a divorce from my first lover, he gave me money to get my divorce from this man that I married. I lived with my parents and when I was called out to wait on the sick, mother would care for my baby girl. When my child was sever years old, a man who had lost his wife and two children with dipteria two years before, asked me to be his wife and a mother to his motherless children. I told him I would like a little time to consider the matter. He said I might have as long a time as I wished. I thought of going away where I could consider the proposal better. I respected him but did not love him, as I felt I should to become his life partner. I thought about it, and asked the Lord to help me, which he did. I told this man I knew just as well then as I would at any time what the Lord wanted me to do. In two weeks from then we went to the temple at Manti and were married. I did not realize until we were at the alter, the great responsibilities that would rest upon me. When these responsibilities presented themselves to me I felt strongly a desire to scream but choked it with a prayer. I was married June 24, 1896 to John Henry Taylor, another decendant of noble pioneers. When we went from the temple to Auntie's house she said, "Oh Allie you need great wisdom, great wisdom.", and all my life I prayed fro great wisdom. I lived with that man 38 years and although there has never been that "first love" yet there has been a love that never fails. I nurse him during his last long sickness and stood by his bed and held his dear wasted hands and saw him draw the last breath of life. This man had a long line of ancestors on both his fathers and mothers side for this purpose was I led to him so my children would have a noble ancestry line. I could not understand why it was necessary for my life to be as it has been until after I was about 56 years old. Then I began to look into geneology work and I thank and praise my kind, loving Father in Heaven for helping me to be obedient when I was young woman and for giving me the wisdom and faith and courage to press onward and upward and that I have been as successful in raising my children and sister's children to e a s good and faithful as they are. I am the mother of nine children and have raised three of my husband's first wife's children. Their names are: William Henry Taylor. He and his wife had five children , the oldest daughter was drowned in the Gunnison Bend Reservoir when she was 17 years old. Crilla J.T. Grange died at the age of 23 leaving two small daughters. Laura A.T. Craver has four children, a pair of twin girls whom we had in our home four years. We loved and card for them as our own. The names of my children are: Pearl W.T. Graham has four children. One little son preceeded her to the great beyond. She had spinal menegitis and died when she was 26 years old. John M Taylor has had 12 children. Aroet Franklin Taylor had 3 children by his first wife, Ella Pary, losing one son., and 2 by his second wife Reva Spendlove. Lorenzo Independence Taylor had 3 children, all sons to promulgate his ancestry name. Alma E. Taylor has three beautiful children. Orissa Susanna Taylor Young has seven children. One son, Robert, I raised from the age of 3 years. Leonora Jane Taylor Muir has six children, bright and promising. My daughters, Nancy having passed away five hours after birth and Eva V. was 11 years old, a beautiful child. These things are a part of my life's history. Allie Young Taylor (signed)