My 3rd Great Grandfather and 2nd Great Grandfather are listed on the same passenger lists with their families. It reads: Daniel Zimermann (age 46), with his wife Elisab (age 45), and children Franz (age 22), Katta (age 19), Michael (age 7), Maria (age 6), Ana (age 4) and Elisab (age 2). Daniel’s Eldest son is listed next as Rochus Zimmermann (age 24) is listed with his wife Helena (age 24), and daughter Katta (age 2).

The ship they arrived on:

Ship Name: Maasdam; Aliases: Vittoria (1902), Citta di Napoli (1902), Ex-Republic (1889)
Shipping Line: Holland-American; Years in service: 1889-1902
Ship Description: Built by Harland & Wolff, Ltd., Belfast, Ireland. Tonnage: 3,984. Dimensions: 420' x 40'. Single-screw, 15 knots. Compound engines. Four masts and one funnel.
History: Service: Rotterdam-New York, 1889- 1901. New triple expansion engines and boilers installed in 1890. Renamed: Vittoria (1902), (b) Citta di Napoli (1902). Scrapped in 1910. Ex-Republic (1889).

The families:

The passenger list showing my GGG Grandfather Daniel Zimermann and family, as well as my GG Grandfather Rochus Zimmerman and his family.

The passenger list:

The passenger list, close up.

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I believe he was born in the city of Marienthal, and the region of Odessa in the country of Russia, though I’m not quite that far in my research. (He lists Odessa as his place of birth, and my records say Marienthal)

Daniel Zimmerman
Birth – 8 Sep 1845, Marienthal, Russia
Death – 16 May 1925, Park, Gove Co., Kansas

Father – Michael Zimmerman (1801-)
Mother – Maria (~1805-)

STATE OF KANSAS
State Board of Health – Division of Vital Statistics

1. PLACE OF DEATH: County: Gove, Township or City: Park, Registered No.: 32 W

2. FULL NAME: Daniel Zimmerman, Residence: Park
Length of residence in city or town where death occurred: 25 yrs, How long in U.S. if foreign birth: 25 yrs

PERSONAL AND STATISTICAL PARTICULARS
3. SEX: Male
4. COLOR OR RACE: White
5. Single, Married, Widowed or Divorced (write the word): Married
5a. HUSBAND of: Anna M. Zimmerman
6. DATE OF BIRTH: (month, day, and year): Sep-8-1845
7. AGE: 79 yrs 6 months – days
8 OCCUPATION OF DECEASED: Retired
9. BIRTHPLACE: Odessa, Russia
10: NAME OF FATHER: [check mark]
11. BIRTHPLACE OF FATHER: Russia
12: MAIDEN NAME OF MOTHER: [check mark]
13. BIRTHPLACE OF MOTHER: [check mark]
14. Informant: Rochus Zimmerman, Address: Park, Kansas
15. Filed: June 4, 1925, Anton Feldt

MEDICAL CERTIFICATE OF DEATH
16. DATE OF DEATH: May 16, 1925
17. I HEREBY CERTIFY, That I attended deceased from May 14, 1925 to May 16, 1925 and that I last saw him alive on May 14, 1925 and that death occured, on the date stated above and 12-m.
The CAUSE OF DEATH was as follows: Cerebral Hemmorage, (74a) duration: 2 days.
Signed Fred C. Carr, M.D., Address: Grainfield.
19. PLACE OF BURIAL: Park Kans, DATE OF BURIAL: May 18, 1925
20. CARETAKER: Faimly, Address: Park Kans

The death certificate of Daniel Zimmerman (1845-1925)

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Interestingly enough, I found another account of the same history online as told to another daughter, Anelia (Carter) Van Ausdal, on the 7th of October 1916. Thought it makes this post quite lengthy, I’ve included both written accounts starting with Sally A. (Carter) Richmond’s, followed by Anelia (Carter) Van Ausdal’s.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF ROXENA MEACHAM CARTER
(As recorded by her daughter Mrs. Sally A. (Carter) Richmond)

I was born in Salem Township, Mercer County, Pennsylvania in 1830. My father Edward Meacham and my mother’s name was Irene Currier Meacham.

In September 1838, father sold his farm to go with the Saints to Missouri. After traveling two months we came to Indiana and stopped three weeks with Uncle Moses. My uncle had not yet joined the Latter Day Saint Church but father persuaded him to accompany us westward.

Dimich Hutington, came to father and warned him against crossing the river river for the mobs were killing many people. Fifteen had been murdered that day including a small boy and girl. Their bodies were thrown into an old dry well by the mob and Joseph Young, hurriedly covered them to prevent further mutilation. Mother was too ill to leave the house so father and I stayed out in the rain all night while we guarded our home. Our neighbor’s fifteen-year-old son, Alfred Nelson, was killed by the mob. I use to attend Sunday School with him.

When we arrived at the Missouri River, many people who had been driven from their homes were sitting on the banks. It was the latter part of November and a larger portion of them were suffering from the effects of fever.

My father drove to a place called Quincy where we stopped over night. The lady with whom we stayed had lost her husband and all but one of twelve children one month earlier from cholera. Next morning father drove on to Columbia, some thirty miles away. We moved into a house on my birthday, December second. The house was so open however, that much suffering resulted from the intense cold. Two weeks later we moved to Columbus, Illinois, and rented a house from a Mr. Capps. We did not dare let them know about our being Mormons for fear of being massacred.

My father’s brothers, Moses and Ephraim, also moved to Columbus. Neither of them had been converted to Mormonism; so father asked them to pray for a testimony, which Moses did. In a few nights he awakened his wife my talking in a strange tongue. She thought he had gone crazy and sent for Uncle Ephraim and father to come. Uncle Ephraim’s wife, mother and I also went with them. My age at this time was eight years. His talking in tongues sounded very strange and impressed Uncle Ephraim so much that he motioned for them to take him to be baptized. This was done making him a member of our faith. Uncle Moses talked in seven languages for three weeks, but could not speak a word of his own language during this period.

We lived in Columbus until spring, then moved across the Mississippi River into Iowa. This was a fine place with plenty of deer and other wild game father would go out and kill wild turkeys and deer. The deer were as numerous as cattle and came in large herds around out house to eat the hazel brush. I used to gather the hazel nuts. We lived here five years. Uncle Moses and Lewis, another of father’s brothers also lived here.

We were so frightened of the mobs that father moved us back across the Mississippi. During my play I used to wade in the river, get mud between my toes, make little play dishes and bake them. Father built a log house five miles below Nauvoo. WE all became ill with fever while living at this place.

Mother’s father, John Currier, joined us after having walked with a cane from Pennsylvania to Nauvoo. His coming was a great surprise to everyone of my family. I had climbed a tree to cut a willow for a whistle and by chance saw him coming. His weary look as he neared the house will never be forgotten by me. Running into the house I announced his approach to mother, she merely kept on with her washing saying, “do not be so simple, for he could not have walked from where we left him in Pennsylvania.” She was almost angry when I repeated, “Here he comes.” And much to her astonishment, in he walked.

Grandfather had a few things tied up in a big red handkerchief, including a roll of paper lies clipped from various papers about the Mormons. Then he spoke to mother, “Rena, I have come all this distance to take you back home away from these terrible Mormons.” Mother begged him to read the Book of Mormon, but he refused.

Mother had a very good knowledge of human nature, so she left the Book of Mormon on a windowsill knowing her father would read it if unobserved. Sometimes we caught him reading the Book of Mormon and Doctrine and Covenants.

Every one of us became sick with fever that no one was able to give the other a drink of water. After becoming a little better we moved back to Iowa, so my grandparents Joshua and Permelia Meacham, could take care of us.

Grandfather John Currier, who walked so far with his cane, lived with Grandfather Meacham. While there he became very ill and did not expect to live, but he became somewhat better and walked to our house with his cane. (We still have this cane in 1916). He walked in and said to father, “Edward, if i cold get to the river I would be baptized into the Mormon Church.” Not the Mormon Church father replied. “Yes, the Mormon Church”, he repeated, “for I believe now it is the only true church.” Then father said, “if ou want to go you shall have a way, for my cousin, Joseph Meacham, is coming tonight to administer to us and he will take you.

The next morning being Sunday, my Uncle brought his wife and Grandfather and Grandmother Meacham. They went five miles to the Mississippi River, where John Currier, was baptized and became a member of the Latter Day Saint Church. At this time we was still quite sick and very weak, yet his determination to be baptized overcame these handicaps.

Mother received word he would not be over for a few days but he felt so much better that he believe he had been healed. One week later Grandfather Meacham heard him cough after going to bed. After speaking to him twice and receiving no reply, Granfather lighted a candle only find him dying. He ran to our house and called to mother, Rena, our father is worse. Mother started to cry saying, she had seen him in a dream covered with snow. Being too sick to walk, I crawled on my hands and knees about four rods to see him before he was buried. My parents were too sick to get out of bed to go see him. When Grandmother Currier, who was still in Pennsylvania, heard of his death, she became ill and remained in bed for thirteen weeks. John Curried, was buried in the Montrose Cemetery, located on the west side of the Mississippi River, across from Nauvoo, in October 1842.

On December 22, 1842, my only sister, Sally Ann, was born. She only weighed five pounds and did not gain one ounce for three months.

Father bought a piece of land at Golden Point in the vicinity of Nauvoo, where he built a shanty until a house could be constructed.

One day father left on business not expecting to return until late. In the meantime a very bad thunder shower came up, so mother asked Henry Snelson, who was plowing in a field nearby, to stay all night as we were alone. Just as father came home at eleven o’clock, the house was struck by lightning, tearing the roof from over our heads. My eyes were knocked loose from their sockets and from all appearances no life remained in me. Mother was burned and father was stunned for a few minutes. Father then threw a pan of milk over me to extinguish the fire. Snelson, was sent a half mile away for a Brother Chase to come to our assistance. Before Brother Chase arrived, father had pressed my eyes back into their sockets and administered to me three times. His great faith was rewarded as I began to struggle for breath. Brother Chase moved us to his home but the effects of the lighting left me blind for four weeks.

We all went into Nauvoo, to hear the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum. At this time my eyesight had been restored just enough to see the Prophet Joseph wave his hand in the light as he spoke to the saints from a large bowery. One week and a day later we moved into Nauvoo, and on this same day Joseph and his brother Hyrum were martyred by the mobs. Together with my parents and the Saints, I went to meet their bodies about 5 miles outside of Nauvoo, at the Prophet’s mansion. Next day we went to view their remains and they surely looked like an embodiment of all that was pure and good. It was a sad day, one never to be forgotten, to see those two young and innocent men lying there with their lives taken because they would not lie against what God had revealed to them from the heavens. My father with twelve other men buried them in Nauvoo House cellar at midnight. It was discovered the mobs knew the location of the burial place, so father and the other men buried them in another place.

After the mob had so brutally murdered Joseph and Hyrum, they were not satisfied, for a large reward was offered for their heads.

Father rented a house of David LeBaron in Nauvoo. Here my only brother, Amasa, was born March 30, 1845.

One year later the mobs gave orders for all the Mormons to leave Nauvoo, or they would be killed. On June first my family was among the seven hundred Saint to leave on their long journey that would eventually lead them to Salt Lake City. We crossed the Mississippi and Missouri rivers coming to Mt. Pisga, where we stopped for a while. Later, between five and six hundred members of the Church moved to Council Bluffs. We then went to a place named Bonaparte. Grandfather Joshua Meacham died here and Grandmother Peremelia was left alone. Later she was brought to a place called Garden Grove. Father went there in the fall with an ox team and brought her to live with us.

Our house was located at Parley’s Springs, near Council Bluffs. This town was later renamed Carterville in honor of my husband William F. Carter and his brother Dominicus.

While living at Carterville, I became acquainted with William F. Carter. We crossed the river on ice to Winter Quarters, and were married by Brigham Young.

Later returning to our home, my husband built a large blacksmith shop only to have it and his house burned to ashes by a mob. Father’s first wife Sarah had a baby only three weeks old yet she was forced to sit on a box and watch the house burn.

Just before my marriage, father became very sick with measles, so it was necessary for me to yoke and drive an ox team five hundred miles.

At the Bluffs the Governor called for five hundred Mormons to go and fight the Mexicans. Brigham told them to go and not a drop of blood would be shed. His prophecy was fulfilled. Drums were beat for volunteers. Mother and I watched father fall in line although he was so weak from sickness that he could scarcely walk. Brigham Young called father to his camp that night and said, “Brother Meacham, I do not want you to go with the battalion, you are not strong enough at present to go with them. Stay behind and help build houses for our windows.” Father remained behind to do as he was bid. He went into the timber and cut logs for two houses, one for ourselves and one for William Casto’s wife. I hauled the logs with an ox team.

Nathan Tanner, baptized mother and I into the Mormon Church in 1840. We were taken to a large creek in Iowa and confirmed on the banks of the stream by the Prophet Joseph Smith.

After our marriage my husband and I moved to Cainsville. My husband made hobbles, horse shoes and many garden tools. These articles were sold to people on their way to the gold fields of California. We made enough money from these sales to continue our journey to Salt Lake City. I carried my infant daughter many miles from across the plains.

My husband bought two homes upon our arrival to Salt Lake City, but we sold out fourteen months later and moved to Provo. My husband built the first threshing machine in Provo. He also operated a saw mill and did carpenter work.

We went up on the east bench where the State Mental Hospital now stands and took up 160 acres of land.

In 1852, my husband and Brother Fotheringham, were called upon to fulfil a three year mission in East India. They drove an ox team to California, then sold them together with a violin for transportation across the ocean.

The Blackhawk War broke out while we were residing in Provo. One day some Indians came up to our house looking very angry. They muttered something and rode away so we all moved into town expecting trouble at any moment. Next morning we found our pigs and chickens shot full of arrows.

I am now almost 89 years old and live in Santaquin, Utah. I have 10 children, 110 grandchildren, a large number of great grandchildren and a few great great grandchildren.

Written word by word for my mother as she told me while lying on a sick bed.

Mrs. Sally A. Carter Richmond, her daughter.
Typed by Mrs. Chatwinson.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF ROXENA MEACHAM CARTER
(As recorded by her daughter daughter, Anelia (Carter) Van Ausdal, 7 October 1916)

My name is Roxena Mecham Carter, daughter of Edward Mecham and Irena Currier Mecham. My father joined the Mormon Church when I was seven years of age. he sold his farm in Pennsylvania to go with the Saints to Missouri in September 1837. We traveled two months, stopping in Indiana three weeks with my father’s brother Moses Mecham. My father persuaded him to go with us to Missouri although he hadn’t yet joined the church. My father’s brother, Ephraim, came with us also. Dimick Huntington came to father and told him not to cross the river for the mobs were killing the people. They had killed fifteen that night. I stayed out with father in the rain all night in a wheat field when he was guarding our house. Mother was too sick to leave the house. They killed our neighbor’s 15 year-old boy that night along with a little boy and girl and threw their bodies in an old dry well. The older boy’s name was Alfred Nelson and I used to go to school with him. The little boy was named Smith. They also killed his father. Joseph Young covered them up with brush.

When we arrived there the people that had been expelled by the mobs were sitting on the banks of the Missouri River and many were sick with the fever and ague. It was the last of November! My father drove to a place called Quincy and stopped all night. The family who took us in had just had the cholera one month before. Her husband and twelve children had all died but one. The next morning my father drove 30 miles to a small town called Columbus. He moved us into a house in a field on my birthday December 2nd. The house was very open and cold and we sure suffered. We only stopped there two weeks, then moved into the town of Columbus, Illinois and rented a house from a man named Mr. Chapps. We didn’t dare let them know we were Mormons as they were gentiles.

We lived in Columbus until spring, then we moved across the Mississippi River to Iowa. It was a fine place with plenty of deer and wild game. Father would go out every few days and shoot the wild turkeys. Deer were as numerous as cattle. They came in herds around our place to eat hazel brush and other browse. I gathered hazelnuts there. We lived there five years as did father’s brothers, Uncle Moses and Uncle Lewis. Mother was so frightened of the mobs that father moved us across the Mississippi River. I used to go to the edge of that river and get mud with my toes to make play dishes, then I would bake them. Father put up a house five miles from Nauvoo. We lived there four months and all took sick with the fever ague.

Father went away one afternoon and didn’t get back until late in the night. While he was gone a big thunder storm came up. It happened that a young man named Henry Snelson was plowing in the field. It rained so hard mother got him to come in the house and the storm was so bad he stayed all night because we were alone. Father came at eleven o’clock. Just then the house was struck by lightening and nearly all torn from over our heads. I was struck and to all appearance I was dead. For a half hour my eyes were knocked loose from my head. Father pressed them back as he laid hands on my head. He sent Henry Snelson a half mile away to get a brother Chase to come to our assistance and he told him I was killed. Mother was burned by the lightening and stunned. Father was also stunned for a few minutes. He laid hands on me and asked the Lord to restore me to life three times before brother Chase got there. He and mother would not give me up, and his faith brought me back. I began to struggle for breath just as brother Chase got on the door step, and he moved us to his house in the night. I was blind for four weeks from the effects of the lightening.

We all went into Nauvoo to hear Joseph Smith, our beloved prophet, preach his last sermon before he went to Carthage Jail to give himself up. It was just one week and one day before he was killed. He preached under a bowery. I had come to my eyesight just enough to see the wave of his hand through the light, but I slowly recovered my sight and the Lord heard our prayers. We then moved into Nauvoo the day he was killed. I went with my parents and the saints to meet them as their bodies were brought into his mansion. We went about two and one-half miles to meet them. We went the next day to view their bodies as they lay there, an embodiment of all that was good and pure. It was a sad day, one never to be forgotten. We also attended their funeral. My father, with twelve other men, buried them in the Nauvoo house cellar at the hour of midnight, and after they heard the mob had found out where they were they took them and buried them in another place. Even after they had so brutally killed them, the mob was not satisfied. The blood thirsty villains were still wishing to do more, for they offered a big reward for their heads.

Father rented a house in Nauvoo. The mobs had given orders for all the Mormons to get out of Nauvoo or they would kill us all. There were seven hundred of them. My father and many others moved out the first of June. We crossed the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers and stayed at Mount Pisga awhile. Five or six hundred members of the church came on to Council Bluffs. We then went to a place called Bonaparte. My grandfather, Joshua Mecham, died there and grandmother, Permelia, was left there alone; but some of the saints brought her with them to a place called Garden Grove. It was in the fall of the year. Father went with an ox team and brought her to our house in Council Bluffs. The place we lived in there was called Parley’s Springs, but after that it was called Carterville. We lived there two or three years and became acquainted with William F. Carter. He played the drum in the Nauvoo Legion Band. We were married on the 13 of March 1846. We crossed the Missouri River on the ice and were married by Brigham Young and then went back to Carterville (which was named for my husband), and lived there for two years. Then we moved to Cainsville, and my husband set up a big blacksmith shop and the mobs burned it to ashes. Also his first wife’s house when her baby was only three weeks old. She was ordered out by the mob and she sat on a goods box and watched her house burn.

Just before I was married, my father was so sick with measles I had to drive three ox teams and yoke them up. I drove them 500 miles. I drove two yoke of oxen and one yoke of cows all on one wagon. Mother had two small children and father was too sick to drive. The measles settled in his back. Sometimes the young men of the camp would come and help me yoke up the cattle. When we got to the Bluffs six hundred Mormons were called on by the governor to go and fight the Mexicans. President Brigham Young told them to go and there would not be a drop of blood shed and his prophecies were correct. They beat the drums for volunteers and my mother and I saw father fall in to line in the ranks, although he was weak and could hardly walk. Then Brigham Young sent for him to come to his camp that night and he said to father, “Brother Mecham, I don’t want you to go with the Battalion. You are too weakly a man. Stay behind and help build houses for the widows that will be left.” And he did. He went into the timber and cut logs for two houses, one for us and one for William F. Carter’s first wife Sarah York. He built her house adjoining ours. He would cut logs and I would haul them with an ox team. The six hundred volunteers went and we stayed there three years.

In Cainsville my husband made hobbles and horse shoes, and many garden hoes for the gold diggers that were enroute to California. He sold them and got plenty of money to go on our journey to Salt Lake City (they arrived in time to be counted on the 1850 census). I carried my baby across the plains. She was so small and weak. When we got there he gave one thousand dollars for one home and he sold stock for another home. We lived there fourteen months, then sold out and moved to Provo. He rented a farm from Isaac Robbins. We lived there three years. My husband went up on the east bench in Provo and took up one hundred acres of land where the asylum now stands. He built two houses for his families to live in. In 1852 he was called on a mission to the East Indies. He and Brother Forthingham went from Provo to California in an ox team. He sold his oxen and violin for transportation across the ocean to Calcutta, and he stayed there three years.

As soon as he left home, there was trouble with the Indians, and the Blackhawk war broke out. My father and Uncle Lewis Mecham lived up by us. One day some Indians came up there. They looked angry, and they muttered something to themselves. Father and Uncle Lewis took their families and ours that day and went down to the town of Provo for fear of being killed, and I believe we would have, for the next morning they went up there and the Indians had shot arrows into our pigs and chickens. So we had to move to town to stay.

I am the mother of ten children, 100 grandchildren and a good many great grandchildren and great great grandchildren. I was born in Salem Township, Mercer County, Pennsylvania. My name is Roxena Mecham Carter. My father’s name is Edward Mecham, my mother’s name is Irena Currier. My father’s mother is Permelia Chapman Mecham. His father was Joshua Mecham. My mother’s father was John Currier and his wife was Sally A. Silver. My husband was William F. Carter. Our children were: Irene Chatwin b. 1849, Elvira Houghton b. 1851, Edward M. Carter b. 1853, Arletta Chatwin b. 1855, William F. Carter b. 1858, Meribah Clemens b. 1860, Sally A. Richmond b. 1862, Junietta Wall b. 1865, Amasa Carter b. 1868, Anelia Van Ausdal b. 1872.

My mother and I were baptized into the Mormon Church when I was ten years old in 1840 by Nathan Tanner. We both were confirmed by the Prophet Joseph Smith. We were baptized in a big creek in Iowa and we were confirmed on the bank of the stream. I was 16 years old when I was married 13 March 1846, and was endowed in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, 25 October 1869 by Brigham Young.

Source: This was copied from the blog of Raelene called RAGDOLLS. You can visit her page with this second account at: Oh Pioneer!

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One of the interesting things to note is the spelling of their last name as “Zimermann”, with one first “m” and two second “n”s. This is the first I’ve seen of this spelling. Perhaps it’s the German version?

Daniel Zimmerman
Birth – 8 Sep 1845, Marienthal, Russia
Death – 16 May 1925, Park, Gove Co., Kansas

Father – Michael Zimmerman (1801-)
Mother – Maria (~1805-)

Elisabeth Schnelbach
Marriage – abt 1865
Birth – 15 Aug 1846, Germany
Death – 28 Feb 1911, Park, Gove Co., Kansas

Father – Kasper Schnelbach (~1820-)
Mother – ?
Other spouses Anna Maria Schnube

It reads:

In Pious Memory of
Our dearly beloved Parents

(Photos of Daniel and Elisabeth)

Daniel Zimermann
Born September 8, 1845 und died
May, 16, 1925.

Elisabeth Zimermann
Born August, 15, 1847 and died
February, 28, 1911.

Daniel and Elisabeth (Schnelback) Zimmerman

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William Furlsbury Carter is my 3rd Great Grandfather through his wife Roxena Mecham and their daughter Junietta Carter who married John Henry Wall.

It mentions in his history that “…he was a blacksmith, wagon-smith, horse-shoer, mechanic and a carpenter. He repaired musical instruments, guns, watches, clocks, he forged knives and tools of all kinds, made hobbies, chins and parts for broken equipment…” So I was excited to find what looks to be an notice or classified advertisement place in an unknown paper (Probably Utah) the 29th of November, 1851.

It reads:
BLACKSMITHING.
THE subscriber is prepared to shoe Horses and
Oxen, &c., at his residence, 2nd Ward, and
will take wood, lumber, &c., in exchange.
nov29-2-7t WM. F. CARTER.

Here’s a close-up of the ad:

Blacksmith Ad/Notice by William Furlsbury Carter (c. Nov 1851)

Here’s some other ads and notices that appear with it:

Blacksmith Ad/Notice by William Furlsbury Carter (c. Nov 1851)

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The following is the family record I have for them at the time of this blog post.

Johannes Adam Pfeifer
Birth – 1826/1827, Pfeifer (Gniluschka), Wolga, Russia
Death – 11 Mar 1881, Victoria, Ellis, Kansas
Burial – St. Fidelis Church Cemetery

Father – Adam Pfeifer (1799-1846)
Mother – Justina Katharina Billinger (1804->1844)

Married:

Anna Margaret There
Marriage – 1848, Herzog (Susly), Wolga, Russia
Birth – 1826, Herzog, Russia
Death – 16 Jun 1903, Herzog, (Victoria), Kansas
Burial – St. Fidelis Church Cemetery

Their Children:

1 M – Michael Pfeifer
Birth – 1850, Herzog, Russia
Death – 1874, Herzog, Russia
Spouse – Margaretha Dreiling

2 M - Johannes Peter Pfeifer -twin-
Birth – 1 Jun 1853, Herzog, Russia
Death – 1917
Spouse (1) – Anna Marie Lauber
Marriage – ?
Spouse (2) – Elizabeth Weber
Marriage – 26 Jun 1893

3 F – Magdalena Pfeifer -twin-
Birth – 1 Jun 1853, Herzog, Russia
Death – 26 Jun 1904
Spouse – Andrew or Andreas Goetz
Marriage – ?

4 F – Elizabeth Pfeifer
Birth – 10 May 1856, Herzog, Russia
Death – ?
Spouse – Aloysius Quint
Marriage – ?

5 M – Johannes Adam Pfeifer
Birth – 10 May 1859, Herzog (Susly), Wolga, Russia
Death – 30 Oct 1917, Hays, Ellis, Kansas
Spouse (1) – Pauline Miller Or Muller
Marriage – 9 Sep 1879
Spouse (2) – Cecilia Rupp
Marriage – 9 Apr 1883

6 F – Anna Margaretha Pfeifer
Birth – 9 Apr 1861, Herzog, Russia
Death – 18 Aug 1940, Victoria, Ellis Co., Kansas
Spouse – Alexander Rupp
Marriage – 9 Sep 1879

7 F – Barbara Pfeifer
Birth – 31 Aug 1868
Death – ?
Spouse – Peter Schamber
Marriage – ?

8 F – Katherine Pfeifer
Birth – 1869
Death – 5 Mar 1929
Spouse – Joseph Graf
Marriage – ?

9 M Andreas J. “Andrew” Pfeifer
Birth – 18 Dec 1869, Herzog, Russia
Death – 10 Aug 1934
Spouse (1) – Catherine Storm
Marriage – ?
Spouse (2) – Barbara Kuhn
Marriage – 1 Feb 1897

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William had quite a rich history and an interesting life. I’ve run across many biographies, journal entries, stories and other tales of his life’s adventures both online and in family records passed down. The following is one of the biographies written of his life that I’ve found in a PDF located in several places online. I made the effort of typing it so it was more easily consumed than the large PDF file. I believe it is properly sourced at the end of the file. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did.

WILLIAM FURLSBURY CARTER
1 May 1811 – 11 October 1888

William Furlsbury Carter was born on the 1st of May 1811 at Newry, Oxford County, Maine. He was the second son and fourth child of the John and Hannah Knight Libby Carter family. He had ten brothers and sisters.

About 1831, at twenty years of age, he married his first wife Sarah York. While living in Oxford County, Maine, three children were born to them:

It was on the 17th of November 1834, that William Furlsbury Carter was baptized by Elder Daniel Bean and joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. His mother had joined four months earlier, as had his older brother Dominicus and younger brothers John “H” and Richard Carter and sister Eliza Ann.

By the year 1836, William had left Maine and traveled to the Ohio Valley. On 6 October 1837, while traveling from Kirtland, Ohio to Far West, Missouri, one of the oxen in his team died and he was forced to adjust the harness of the remaining animal to pull the entire load as a mate could not be purchased. He carried a letter of recommendation from chairman Joseph Smith and J.G. Williams, clerk of the Ohio Conference.

On the 9th of April 1838, William Furlsbury Carter was ordained a Seventy at Far West, Missouri. On the 26th of May 1839 at Quincy, Illinois, he was appointed one of the Seventy Messengers to the Nations by Joseph Young, Chairman of the Council of Seventies. In 1842, he was recommended to preach the Gospel in Hancock County, Illinois, particularly in Nauvoo, Lima or Morleyville, and other places.

William Furlsbury Carter was a member of the Nauvoo Legion, serving as drum major in the 3rd Regiment Second Cohort under the leadership of Colonel Jonathan H. Hale. He was ordained President of the 20th Quorum of Seventies on the 30th of September 1845.

William Furlsbury Carter received a Patriarchal blessing at the home of Isaac Morley on 24 February 1845. Among the many blessings promised his descendants recall the words “…The Lord has blessed thee Brother William with the bounties of nature… Thy genius shall be blessed and released in ornamenting and decorating the building of the Temple of the Lord… Though hast naturally the gift to work in ore and in fine steel and thou shalt yet have the blessing to work in silver and fine gold… Thou shall have the gift by nature to proclaim the Gospel…”

It is believed by his posterity that his life proved a fulfillment of these blessings for he was a blacksmith, wagon-smith, horse-shoer, mechanic and a carpenter. He repaired musical instruments, guns, watches, clocks, he forged knives and tools of all kinds, made hobbies, chins and parts for broken equipment. He was a musician and more than all else a missionary who traveled around the earth on one such trip.

“On 17 November 1846, he and his wife Sarah York Carter received their endowments at the Nauvoo Temple at about the same time as other Carter family members did. Shortly after he became an exile when the mob forced the Saints to leave their homes in Illinois and seek new ones in the wilderness,” recalls the Carter family historian.

William Furlsbury Carter then built a home and blacksmith shop at Kanesville, Iowa, where two children were born and where he accepted and lived the doctrine of plural marriage. Before his new shop was burned by another mob, he had so much business from California bound gold seekers that he frequently had to empty the coins from his pockets as they burdened him at his smithing and forging.

Not permitted to cross the plains to Zion in the tops of the mountain valleys with the first wagon trains to cross in 1847, 1848 or 1849, as he was needed to prepare the wagons and horses and equipment of other emigrants, William Furlsbury Carter was happy to arrive in Utah in 1850 with his two wives and children, in time to be included in the Census of the Great Salt Lake County (on page 53)

William Furlsbury gave his age as 39 and birthplace as Maine in response to the census takers questions; Sara said she was born in Main 38 years ago, Roxena said Pennsylvania 20 years ago and Peter, Abiah, Lyman were reported born in Maine 18, 16, 14 years ago respectively. Martha age four months completed the enumeration as reported in the book “First Families of Utah” by Annie Walker burns and J. Emerson Miller.

When Dominicus settled in Provo, Utah, William Furlsbury followed them in the spring of 1852. He then, as he held his religion in a sacred trust, felt he must answer the call to serve as a missionary to India. He left Provo on October 22, 1852, in company with a group of other Elders taking the southern route to California.

Some of the entries he made in a diary are still preserved and serve to recall some of the problems of travel experienced over one hundred years ago before we had transcontinental railroads and airplane passenger service to practically all points of the globe. The microfilm at the Salt Lake Archives is somewhat blurred on the first few pages but after about three weeks of illegible travel entries we can read it quite readily.

W. F. CARTER DIARY EXTRACTS

Monday Nov. 15, Traveled 18 miles today. Heavy sandy road. Crossed the Rio Virgin 8 times today. Fine weather, Poor feed. 10 Indians camped with us.

Tuesday Nov. 16, Traveled nineteen miles over a mountain that took from 10-24 men with ropes to help the horses pull our wagons up. We traveled from the Rio Virgin to Muddy Creek. Bad road, fair weather.

Wednesday, Nov. 17, Traveled up the Muddy 4 miles stopped until 12 o’clock. Filled kegs and cans with water and started onto the desert. Traveled until ten in the evening and camped for the night. Good feed, good road, fine weather.

Thursday Nov. 18, Traveled to Las Vegas 52 miles from the Muddy. Rainy Friday night.

Saturday Nov. 20, To Cottonwood springs 17 miles, rough road, camped in 4 inches of snow, frosty night.

Tuesday Nov. 23, We came in sight of Brother Sherwood’s Company… camped at 7 miles spring with Amassa Lyman Company bound for the Great Salt Lake City. Bros Murdock, Rich and Gerraud were with them returning from their mission to the Society Islands. We layed by today (Wednesday) and had a meeting with good instructions.

Saturday Nov. 27, Left Bitter Springs. Middling good road. Traveled 33 miles to Mahobby [Mojave] River.

Thursday Dec. 2, Reached the summit of the Sierra Nevada mountains and went down the Cajun Pass 8 miles. Camped for the night. Friday traveled to San Bernardino. Fine weather, good road. Cool and frosty night stayed with Brother Hide. This is a beautiful valley the most fertile I have ever seen. Sunday preaching by the missionaries. Good will prevails amongst the Saints. Traveled to the Warm Springs and took a bath.

Thursday Dec. 9, Very warm and beautiful weather. The brethren are busy sewing wheat. I saw beets that weighed 3 pounds and onions that weighted a pound or more, young peach trees were 9 feet tall. Sixty Saints were re-baptized.

Saturday Dec. 18, At San Gabriel traveled to Pueblo [LA].

Tuesday Dec. 18, Traveled to the coast three miles from the landing secured a room from a Spaniard named Diego Sepulvedo at $10.00 a day. Grapes, oranges, peaches and figs are raised here [LA] in abundance. This is a beautiful country with large herds of cattle, horses and sheep. Paid 15 cents for a meal at San Pedro. Stormy weather spent the day reading. Brother Pratt and family arrived here from the Islands.

I saw a big whale today playing and spouting. There was an interesting exhibition today as the Spaniards with their oxen yoked by the horns 3 yoke to the cart were drawing goods to the Pueblo of the Angels. It took seven men to drive them. From the landing up the hill they used goads and whips and much shouting and hollering.

San Pedro has no harbor. Vessels anchor a mile from the shore. There are only five buildings and they are owned by the government.

Wednesday Dec. 29, I shipped on board the Brig Fremont-Capat and next day at ten o’clock weighed anchor and sailed from San Francisco. Light breeze and foggy in the morning, calm in the evening. Stiff breeze through the night. The brethren are all seasick but one.

San Francisco is literally alive with people. They pay no regard to the Sabbath. Trading, drinking, gambling and all manner of wickedness is carried on. A large ship went ashore on Stony Point at the entrance of San Francisco Harbor a few minutes after we passed her. I saw her when she went on the rocks. She buckled and sank the next day.

1853 Wednesday Jan. 12, The missionaries met at 10 a.m. to make arrangements for collecting means for to take them to their places of destination. Bro. West and myself went aboard the ship Wilson going to Sacramento City where we stayed all night at a tavern… good fare. Traveled 16 miles to Salmon Falls where we were received kindly and treated first rate.

1853 Saturday Jan. 15, Went to Mormon Island and saw Bro. Brown wash out some gold which he gave me to remember him by… about 25 dollars. I saw a great many pore men in the diggings. Sacramento has been destroyed by fire and inundated by water… both purifying elements. Paid 3 dollars for supper, bed and breakfast. Flour is 50 cents a pound, beef 40 cents. Several of the brethren gave us money for our trip to our missions.

On 29 January 1853, William Furlsbury Cater and his companions were aboard the American clipper ship “Monsoon” and sailing westward away from the California coastline. They had managed to solicit $200 need for fare from the generous miners in the Sacramento Valley. Finally, after a long and tedious voyage they arrived at Calcutta, India on the 26th of April 1853… a three month voyage. The Gospel had been preached to passengers and crew alike on the westward journey across the Pacific.

“William Furlsbury Carter was appointed to work with William fotheringham at Dinnapore, India. The heat was so intense and the climate caused poor health so that Furlsbury could not travel, he actually could hardly walk. None of the Elders could have success in their labors as the people were divided into classes and if they joined the L.D.S. Church, they would lose their caste and become outcasts with no means of likelihood,” the Carter historian records.

“Benares was their Holy City, a beautiful place with over 40 temple buildings. People tried to go there to die as they thought that would insure a quick passage to their heaven. The few who at first accepted the Gospel lived on weeds and roots and tried to beg food as no one would let them work to earn a living. They had peculiar customs and beliefs.

Most of the people in Calcutta, India stayed in their houses during the daytime because of the heat. It was often 120 degrees even in the coolest part of your cabin William Furlsbury told his family in later years. A white man could not stay out in the sun for very long at a time; the people of India cheat and treat Americans with contempt. But the poor people would act as virtual slaves for a few pennies a day; money was a rare ting among the poorer classes. They lived on curry and rice.

William Furlsbury reported seeing many strange sights in India. After a few weeks in Singapore he and a companion returned to Calcutta where it was decided by the authorities that he should return home while he was still able to do so as his health condition was steadily worsening. Dr. Haffnagle, the American Consul at Calcutta, paid his fare on the ship “John Gilpin” bound for Boston, Massachusetts, via Africa’s Cape of Good Hope and the Atlantic Ocean.

After some days they reached a cooler climate and William F.’s fever abated. His despair of ever reaching America alive diminished notwithstanding many delays for repairs as the ship leaked badly. William wrote in his journal on October 22, 1853, just one year after leaving his family and friends at Provo, Utah:

“I have had many dark and lonesome hours and days since I left my home and no one can realize unless they pass these same circumstances, which will be rare if ever, I have not heard from home since I left, while crossing the different seas I have witnessed heavy gales, wind, thunders, storms and squalls… almost without number… the ship has twice sprung a dangerous leak in heavy seas.

“I have traveled through lands where the cholera has swept off thousands between morning and evening and dead bodies floating in the streams bespoke the great mortality of the inhabitants of that land. I feel it in my heart to praise my Heavenly Father for the preserving care he had over me the past year and the blessings he has bestowed upon me.”

Health much improved by the cooler climate of the North Atlantic, William Furlsbury docked at Boston on the 11th of November 1853. It was with happiness and thanksgiving that he journeyed to his birthplace in nearby Maine to visit relatives. He soon returned to Boston and purchased a ticket to Cincinnati, Ohio as that was as far as his funds would take him. There he sold his extra change of clothes and bag to get fare to Hancock County, Illinois, where his brother and sister lived.

On arriving at Lima, Illinois, he learned his father had been dead for over a year. There were recent letters from Utah though that brought word of his family’s good health in Utah. He rejoiced at this first news of his family in over 14 months. A son Edward M. Carter had been born during his absence. He arranged to cross the plains with the first group of emigrants leaving in the spring of 1854.

The captain of the wagon train had objected at first to his joining them, thinking no doubt that Furlsbury’s recent illness and age 43 [apparently his illness had caused much loss of weight and a poor physical appearance] would cause him to be a burden. Possibly it was the intercession of a 27 year old English convert Elizabeth Howard that gained him a place in the company. She is reported to have asked, “Why can’t we take that old man along with us?”

The woman was from a well-to-do family and when asked why she always wore silk dresses on the trail she replied they were the only kind she had. A friendship developed between these two Saints and William F. was able to repair several wagons and shoe the horses on the journey to the satisfaction of all involved. At Echo Canyon the company divided, Captain Kearns taking part and leaving Furlsbury to bring the rest in by another route which proved to be the faster road.

Captain Kearnes on arriving at Salt Lake is said to have asked Miss Howard for an extra two hundred dollars for her transportation to Utah. William Furlsbury interceded with President Brigham Young on the matter.

The solution was soon seen. William Furlsbury and Elizabeth were married at the Salt Lake Temple on 10 September 1854 and preceded on to Provo to join Sarah York Carter and Roxena Mecham Carter and the children he had not seen for almost two years. He was soon at work for the Perpetual Immigration Company, making and repairing wagons and pursuing his blacksmithing trade. Early in 1855, while working at a lathe, turning parts for chairs, tables and other household furniture, he nearly lost his life when struck in the head by a piece of wood that flew out of the lathe. He credits his recovery to faith in prayer.

William Furlsbury Carter left Provo about 1862 and spent the next two dozen years between Mona, Juan County and Santaquin, Goshen and Benjamin, Utah, where he alternately operated a store, a blacksmith shop, farms and a threshing machine which he manufactured out of parts made in his own blacksmith shop.

The Cater family biographer writes “… he lived true and faithful to the Gospel to the end of his days testifying to his great faith in Jesus Christ. He was particularly pleased to learn that he was the second L.D.S. missionary to circle the earth and the first one to carry the Book of Mormon around the world.

He departed this life on Wednesday, October 11, 1888, at 11:00 a.m. at the residence of a daughter Mrs. Arletta Cater Chatwin of Santaquin, Utah. Funeral services were conducted by Bishop George Holliday, Counselor Openshaw, and Elders Levi Openshaw and William Chatwin. Burial was at the Santaquin Cemetery. Death resulted from a general decline in health due to age and hardships endured throughout his life.

William Furlsbury Carter married five times: (1) Sara York, 1831; (2) Roxena Mecham, 12 March 1846; (3) Cordelia Hanna Mecham, 31 January 1847; (4) Elizabeth Howard, 9 October 1854; and (5) Sally Ann Mecham, 2 December 1856.

It would appear that Cordelia died soon after her marriage. There is no record of a child born to this marriage.

The index card in the Early Church Information File at the Salt Lake City Archives Room spells his name as “Foulsberry”. It gives his baptism date as November 1835 by Daniel Bean. It shows he was ordained a High Priest on 1 December 1860 by D. Carter. Other spellings as Firlsbury, etc. are all apparently in error as family descendants who should know verify the correct spelling as Furlsbury, but no one knows what the name means or how it originated.

One unidentified progeny hazarded the guess that it was a contraction of an early day New England expression having to do with the unfurling of the flag at the burial grounds. Another claims it is derived from the sea-coast custom of watching departing ships go over the horizon until their furl (flag or sails) sinks (or is buried) beneath the horizon.

Carter Pioneers of Provo, Utah, compiled by Arthur D. Coleman, pub. By J. Grant Stevenson, 260 East 2100 North, Provo, Utah 84601.

Submitted to the Nauvoo Visitor’s Center, 1 August 1996 by Helen R. Cole, Box 781, Thatcher, Arizona, Ph. 520-428-5149

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The details of the passenger list are:
Name: William F Carter
Arrival Date: 11 Nov 1853
Age: 42 Years
Estimated birth year: abt 1811
Gender: Male
Port of Departure: Calcutta, India
Ship Name: John Gilpin
Port of Arrival: Boston, Massachusetts

At a point in time where we didn’t have transcontinental railroads or passenger planes, William F. Carter heeded a mission call to the country of India. He left Utah in a wagon train that headed to California in October of 1852. After gathering the money he needed in California, he took a 3 month boat voyage to Calcutta, India.

After witnessing some of the strange sights of India, and struggling to teach a people so heavily embedded in a caste system, his health began to fail. Dr. Haffnagle, the American Consul at Calcutta, paid his fare on the ship “John Gilpin” bound for Boston, Massachusetts, via Africa’s Cape of Good Hope and the Atlantic Ocean. He said “while crossing the different seas I have witnessed heavy gales, wind, thunders, storms and squalls… almost without number… the ship has twice sprung a dangerous leak in heavy seas.”

Here’s the passenger list page:

William Furlsbury Carter's return into Boston from Mission in India

Here’s William listed on the passenger list:

William Furlsbury Carter's return into Boston from Mission in India

William Furlsbury Carter was the second LDS* Missionary to circle the Earth and the first man to carry the Book of Mormon around the world.

*”LDS” is an abbreviation for a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, often called “Mormon” because of their belief in the Book of Mormon as a second testament of Jesus Christ, a companion to the Bible.

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One of the advantages of putting together a timeline on John M. Montgomery is the fact there was a short history published of him in 1891. I’ve had a couple relatives who fall into this category.

This timeline is fresh off the presses, and I’m sure I’ll find room for improvement shortly. I can already see a couple holes that need filled, the next time I get a chance to review census records. The following is timeline I’ve put together this far for Dr. John M. Montgomery Sr.:

Historical Timeline: Dr. John M. Montgomery Sr. (1823-1855)

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While working on this timeline I discovered something I didn’t know before, and thus the reason to create the timelines in the first place. While looking to see the exact location where Charles Crawley’s wife Martha Jane (Aubry) Crawley was buried, I thought to look at Find A Grave’s website. Luckily, they had a photo of her grave. I also noticed that they had quite a bit of information included for people buried in this cemetery along-side the grave photos, so I thought to see if there were other Crawleys buried there. I ended up finding her daughter (Which gave me exact birth, death dates and marriage). I also found another possible relative – a daughter of a Crawley who married a Lofland – that I’ll have to figure out who it is.

Here is the timeline I’ve put together for Charles C. Crawley as it stands now:

Historical Timeline: Charles C. Crawley (1830-1884)

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