HISTORY OF THE CHARLES NEGUS CARROLL FAMILY

Edited and compiled by Evelyn Esplin Richardson, a grand-
daughter, August 1965. 

Transcription and Table Of Contents by Doug Hunt, 
<doughunt@mail.com>, October 1998, from a copy of the 
original manuscript Provided by Wallace Carroll, 
<wallace.carroll@ibm.net>. Available on the Web at 
<http://carroll.cjb.net>.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Forward					...E.E. Richardson

I.  	Charles Negus Carroll
    	"An Autobiography"		...C.N. Carroll
    	"Carroll Family Traditions"	...Jane C. Heaton
    	"The Mother Of Charles"		...Emma C. Seegmiller
	"Writings Of Willard Carroll"	...W. Carroll
	"Writings Of Emma Seegmiller"	...E. Seegmiller
	including excerpts from the "Small Diary"

II. 	Willard Carroll			...James F. Carroll 

III.	Kezia Ann Carroll Esplin	...Bessie E. Brooksby        	
      from "How Beautiful Upon The Mountains"

IV.  	Charles William Carroll		...E.E. Richardson
	"Trekking Back With Grandpa"	...Elsie C. Carroll

V.	Lucy Elizabeth Carroll Heaton
     	"The Other Woman"	            ...Amy Carroll Stark
	"Pioneer Matron..."		...Kane County Standard

VI.	Sarah Jane Carroll Heaton	...E.E. Richardson

VII.	Mary Lovina Carroll Heaton	...Ester H. Lamb

VIII. Emma Isabella Carroll Seegmiller
	"An Autobiography" 		...Flora Perry (Editor)

IX.	Frederick Giles Carroll		...E.E. Richardson

X.	George Franklin Carroll		...E.E. Richardson

XI.	Eleanor Carroll			...E.E. Richardson

XII.	Edward Carroll			...E.E. Richardson

XIII. Julia May Carroll Chamberlain	...Irene C. Palmer

XIV.	Amelia Carroll Heaton		...A.C. Heaton

XV.	Amy Carroll Stark			...E.E. Richardson

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FORWARD

This is not my original work. I have taken from the 
writings of others. Each is given credit as his work is 
presented. I have let Grandfather, himself, tell his own 
story so far as he had written it. I have not used 
quotation marks. While, for the most part the writings 
have been quoted verbatim, there are exceptions.  I have 
tried to leave out duplications, where something has 
been omitted from an article, it has been necessary to 
re-word some sentences to make the connections 
reasonable. Sometimes I have had to add words or even 
sentences of my own. I have taken the liberty of 
rearranging paragraphs to make the different articles 
fit together better.  Nothing is included here from the 
writings of Amy Carroll Stark, Hers is available in a 
booklet entitled, "The Section".  It is a precious 
picture of Charles Negus Carroll and his family in 
Orderville.  The genealogies of the Carroll families are 
available on separate sheets so little of that material 
is included in this history.

Acknowledgements:
Wayne Earl Carroll will attend to the reproduction of 
this history. Martha Carroll has typed many, many pages 
in preparation for the reproduction of the genealogies. 
Linda Sue Carroll has typed many pages toward the 
reproduction of the histories, The information on the 
family group sheets has been copied from sheets belonging 
to Barbara Tea. Acknowledgement is made for the hours of 
work put in by Ilene Carroll, our corresponding secretary, 
to help us get together.

Let us all be grateful to those who took time to write 
their memories, and who gave us the benefit of their 
labors.

Evelyn E . Richardson


I. CHARLES NEGUS CARROLL
Orderville, January 30, 1880

I, Charles Negus Caroll, do here write by way of 
explanation concerning my fathers as far as I know. My 
father, Patrick Carroll (O'Carroll), who was the son of 
James and Margaret (Pottlel) O'Carroll, was born at St. 
John's, Newfoundland in BritishNorthAmerioa, April 21, 
1789. The family was known by the name of O'Carroll 
until the children were grown and going to school then 
we gradually dropped the "O" from ourname and are now 
known by the name of Carroll. Patrick died at Pikes 
Peak, Ter. of Colorado in 1860.

My mother, Nancy (Negus) Carroll, who was the daughter 
of Thomas and Sarah Negus was born in the province of 
New Brunswick, July 9, 1783. Her father died when she 
was quite young. She was brought up in a family by the 
name of Lee, and they, having a daughter Nancy, called 
my mother by the name of Ann to distinguish them apart; 
she was known by that name until she died. It may be 
that her name and birth are recorded in the English 
Church Record in Frederickton, the capital of New 
Brunswick, now in the Canadian Dominion.

James O 'Carroll was born in the County of Armagh, 
province of Ulster, Ireland. He died in St. Johns, 
Newfoundland.

Margaret Pottle was the daughter of Joseph Pottle. She 
was born in St. Johns, Newfoundland and died in New 
Brunswick.

The children of Patrick and Ann Negus Carroll, all 
born in New Brunswick:

Isabella       Born Nov 16, 1812
William             Jan 3, 1815
Charles Negus       Dec 7, 1817
Margarett           Jul 31, 1821
Sarah               Nov 18, 1823
Sarah               Aug 1, 1825
Patrick             Nov 28, 1827
Elizabeth           Nov 16, 1830

I, Charles Carroll, was set apart and sustained as High 
Councilor in the Kanab Stake of Zion, June 5, 1885. 
[I was] set apart as a patriarch in the Kanab Stake of 
Zion at Kanab, Utah Sept. 6, 1896 under the hands of 
Apostle Francis M. Lyman. Charles Negus Carroll [was] 
sealed to Irena McInelly Sept. 7,1870 in the Endowment 
House, Salt Lake City.

Charles Negus Carroll records eighteen children, four 
by Lucy and fourteen by Kezia.

CARROLL FAMILY TRADITIONS

James O'Carroll of Ireland and Newfoundland:

Armagh, Co. Armagh, Ireland, is given as the birthplace 
of our ancestor, James O'Carroll, in our records, but 
we do not know the date of his birth.

Tradition handed down by his son, Patrick, says that he 
had property in County Tyrone. He was banished from 
Ireland and his property confiscated, but for what 
reasons we do not know.

He settled in Newfoundland and there married Margaret 
Pottle, daughter of Joseph Pottle. Tradition says that 
he was hired to wed the girl by an English nobleman who 
was the father of her child, Terrence, out of wedlock. 
This child was known as O'Carroll.

James O'Carroll acquired a large shipping interest in 
Newfoundland. His son by Margaret Pottle, Patrick 
O'Carroll, was born there, April 25, I749.

(Signed) Jane C. Heaton

The Mother of Charles:

I have heard my father tell, at different times, after 
his mother's father's death (Thomas Negus). His 
grandmother, Sarah Hawkins Negus was persuaded to 
return to her parents in England. They were titled and 
wealthy, and had opposed her union with Thomas Negas 
because he was of the people. Her father was Sir Henry 
Hawkins of London. She was to return to her parents only 
on condition that she would leave her children behind. 
Being alone and poor, it is supposed she was persuaded to 
do this.

This is why my father's mother, Ann Negus, was brought up 
with the family of Lee.  My father said he had heard his 
mother tell that when she was taken to the home of Mr. 
Lee as a small child, she well remembered a large letter 
or package being handed to Mrs. Lee, with the request 
that it be given to her, Ann Negus, when she became 
older.  Once she asked for it when she was almost grown, 
but Mrs. Lee told her it would do her no good.  She never 
saw it, but thinks had she been permitted to have it, she 
would have learned much more concerning her mother's 
family than she, without the message was ever able to 
learn.

My father, Charles Negus Carroll, said there was at one 
time a probability of their receiving property from his 
mother's people, but they, as heirs, did not take up the 
matter.

(Signed) Emma Carroll Seegmiller, 1915  

From the WRITINGS of WILLARD CARROLL

I was born May 10, 1848, at a backwoods place called 
Carroll's Ridge, British Province of New Brunswick, 
Canada - Post Office, Frederickton. My grandfather 
Patrick O'Carroll with his wife Ann or Nancy Negus and 
his sons Charles N., William and Patrick Jr. cleared 
farms adjoining each other. This is where I was born. 
We remained there until I was six years of age. On May 
10, 1854, we took a steamer on the St. Johns River for 
a start for Utah. I have slight recollection of our 
home except that it was a large log house witn an upper 
room reached by a ladder. There was a large porch facing 
east with a woodshed.

The stable for the stock was north and toward 
Grandfather's place. A meadow surrounded the house and 
there was a spring house at the foot of a small hill a 
short distance from the house.

Recollections I have of home:

I remember seeing men shovel roads through snow drifts; 
when the snow was thrown upon the sides of the road and 
a pole laid across, a load of hay on a sled could be 
drawn under the pole. I remember seeing my father and my 
mother's brother, James McInelly mowing in the Meadow 
and hauling hay to the barn on a sled. I remember seeing 
a bear killed by Grandpa and Uncle William.

Once I was spanked and put to bed by my mother for taking 
my little brother, George, upstairs to swing while she 
was away. She had told me never to do that. I remember 
being sick and lying in a lumber cradle and my mother, as 
she passed about the room at her work, teaching me the 
hymn, "Come All Ye Sons of Zion". I have never forgotten 
that hymn. I cannot remember when I learned to read. 
(Willard tells later about going to school and finding 
that he already knew how to read. He concluded that his 
mother, had taught him to read while they were still in 
Canada)

I remember going aboard the steamer and being sick. I 
remember landing at St. Louis, Mo. and the campground at 
Leavenworth where my mother died of cholera as did my 
brother, Frederick and my sister, Emma. They were buried 
in one grave. I remember the start by ox team but not 
much of the journey across the plains as I was very sick. 
My brother George died after we had started by team 
leaving my father with myself as the only survivor of his 
family. He himself was so worn with caring for us and 
attending to his team and other duties that he often 
crawled into camp on his hands and knees, being too 
exhausted to stand and walk.

I was so sick and wasted I could not sit up and the 
weather was so sultry, if I were left but ashort time, 
flies would blow my face and eyes and maggots were 'round 
on my face.

We arrived in Salt Lake City in Oct. 1854. Father went to 
work for Brother Anson Call at what was then called 
Sessions Settlement to dig potatoes. Brother Call, going 
away, told Father where to go to work. So Father took his 
team and wagon to the field and commenced to dig the 
potatoes, filling a large wagon eachday. When Brother 
Call returned, he said, "You should use a plow". Father 
tried it but a plow cut some of the potatoes. He 
discarded it and dug the entire crop of several hundred 
bushels with his hoe. He afterwards learned to dig 
potatoes as well as other vegetables with a plow. He was 
very successful in this brand of farming.

Here Father had the opportunity of taking two young 
sisters to wife, but the principle (of plural marriage) 
was new to him and the recent death of my mother still 
bore upon his mind so he declined. (Willard adds, "Much 
to be regretted". I fancy the regret was Willard. )

Father soon took a trip to Provo, He liked the place. He 
and James Adams, his sister's husband, bought a home 
from one Jerome Benson, giving his team, wagon, and some 
money in exchange. As there was no employment in Provo 
he was obliged to go to Cottonwood Canyon near Salt Lake 
City for work. He helped to build the sawmills under the 
direction of President D. H. Wells. The mills were named 
Mill A., Mill B, going up to the letter F. Mill F was 
never completed as the advent of Johnston's Army stopped 
the work.

Father had taken to wife a widow (with a grown daughter) 
by the name of Katherine Goddard. She did not live with 
him long. When Johnston's Army left Utah, she and her 
daughter left with them.

Father and I lived in our large house in the south part 
of Provo. Father was made a ward teacher in connection 
with James Price and was away from home most every night 
of the winter of 55-56. Being left alone I drifted into 
some bad habits, among them, the reading of novels.

Father became acquainted with and married Kezia Giles, 
age 16; he was forty. He then engaged in fishing in Utah 
Lake which ccupation he followed until he went to Heber 
Valley in 1859.

In 1877, Father and I received the sanction of President 
Brigham Young and D. H. Wells to join the United Order 
in Orderville. It was getting Fall and Father had not 
yet succeeded in selling out. It was decided that I with 
my family and with my brother, Charles, to assist me, 
should remove at once. Accordingly we went to Lehi where 
we met Brother Samuel Mulliner and family, B. H. Williams 
and Sisters Louise and Emma Spencer, all of whom were 
going to Orderville. We arrived there the latter part of 
October.

From the WRITINGS of EMMA C. SEEGMlLLER

Letters received by Charles Negus Carroll from members 
of his family after he arrived in Utah were dated 
Carroll's Ridge, Canterbury, New Brunswick.

Charles and his brother, William left farms behind when 
they left their native land. In later life he loved to 
tell of his childhood days and his love for dear New 
Brunswick. Most of all he loved to recount the story of 
his conversion and the joy his convictions brought into 
his life.

Father had read the Bible through three times before he 
had heard of Mormonism. Elder Matthew George Dan Phillips 
brought the gospel to the Carrolls. William, Charles, 
Sarah, Patrick and their families joined the Church. The 
spirit of gathering took possession of them. They left 
all and came to Zion for the gospel's sake. Charles Negus 
Carroll was placed in charge of the little company of 
Saints who were leaving for Zion, from New Brunswick. 
Before they set sail Brother Phillips took his hand in a 
strong, friendly, farewell grip and made this prophetic 
utterance, "Brother Carroll, the road to Zion will not be 
an easy road, not a down grade for you, but an uphill 
climb, every step of the way."

Charles had little opportunity for scholastic learning, 
but was progressive and learned much from life . Life to 
him was a successful teacher. His parents were industrious, 
God-fearing people. He tells this incident from his 
childhood schooling: His mother set him the task of 
carrying seven buckets of water from a nearby spring. He 
was a small boy (seven years old), and by the time he had 
carried six bucket-fulls he felt fagged out, and dipped 
the seventh from a ditch that ran near the house. His 
mother was not slow to detect the roily water as she began 
pouring it into a large kettle with the clear spring water. 
"Did you get this from the spring?" she inquired. "Yes", 
he answered. But with the proof of the murky water before 
him, his story collapsed, and his mother compelled him to 
carry seven more bucketsful from the spring. He often 
declared that this lesson in honesty had been lasting and 
invaluable.

He told this one on himself: He had reached the age when 
girls began to attract his attention, one in particular. 
Young and bashful, he was hesitant about going to her home 
and meeting her parents. On a certain Sunday evening her 
parents were to be away from home. He made bold to call upon 
her at the house, dressed in his Sunday best. Time passes 
quickly on such occasions, and before they realized it the 
evening was about spent.  The kitchen door opened and voices 
heralded the return of the parents. Instead of waiting to 
meet them, he decided to make his exit through an open window. 
No sooner decided than done. The next moment he found himself 
standing in a barrel of soft soap that stood directly under 
the window. When he got home his mother had a hearty laugh, 
but she never did tell on him. He got the lesson out of the 
incident that cowardice usually brings disaster.

As a young man he worked some time in the lumber woods of 
Maine, and has many times held his children spell-bound by 
describing the process of logging the timber down the St 
Lawrence River, and the continuous hairbreadth escapes from 
the dangerous situations. It was very cold in those Maine 
woods. He liked to tell tall tales that had passed around the 
camps. We children listened open-mouthed as he told us about 
atmosphere so thick they could strike a match on it, and 
black tea so strong it could stand alone, how a cup of water 
would freeze to solid ice while sitting on a burning log, 
and many others.

EXCERPTS FROM THE SMALL DIARY OF CHARLES NEGUS CARROLL

May 8, 1854 - This evening I, Charles, was ordained an Elder 
and chosen to preside over the South Hampton Branch, New 
Brunswick. May God, the Eternal Father, assist me with His 
Spirit to perform His will concerning me.

May 10, - Today I have left my native land with the Saints, 
in all numbering 46 souls. We got on board the steamer 
"John Warren" about 12 o'clock and started for St. Johns on 
our way to the Home of the Saints, May God bless us and 
convey us by the power of His Spirit safe to our appointed 
rest. We arrived in Frederickton the same evening.

May 11, - Left Frederickton about 8 o'clock. Arrived in St. 
Johns toward evening. Went on board Steamer "Admiral". Had 
prayer on board the boat this evening.

May l2, - Left St. Johns, All in good health.

May 14, - Stayed in Boston over Sunday. Wrote a letter to 
Brother Phillips.

May 15, - Left Boston in the railcars. Arrived in Albany 
where we stayed over night.

May 16, - Left Albany at 12 o'clock A. M.. Went all night 
in the cars.

May 17, - All day in the cars. Arrived at Buffalo in the 
afternoon Got on board the steamer "Ocean" and continued 
our journey across Lake Erie.

May 18, - Arrived at Detroit at 6 o'clock where we stayed 
all night. We put up at the Eagle Hotel.

May 19, - Left Detroit at 12:30 o'clock went all night in 
the cars.

May 20, - Arrived at Chicago in the evening. I pray the 
Eternal Father continue His blessings unto us and give us 
wisdom to pursue our journey in righteousness.

May 21, - Stayed over Sunday in Chicago. This evening I 
was called upon to administer to Brother George Jacques 
and Elisa Shelton. They recovered.

May 22, - Left Chicago at 7 o'clock. Arrived at Lowell at 
4 o'clock. Got on board the steamer "Ben Campbell" and at 
10 P. M. we started down the Illinois River. Went all night.

May 24, - All well, but we are dreadfully crowded and 
surrounded by evil and wicked men. May God protect us from 
evil and harm. We arrived at St. Louis all safe ----- We 
all got on board the steamer "Edinburgh" to start for the 
Camp of Israel at Fort Leavenworth.

May 27, - This morning all the priesthood in the boat met 
in council and appointed certain of our number to watch over 
the spiritual and temporal interest of the Saints on board 
this boat and also appointed watches to watch our goods 
during the night. This evening I was called upon to 
administer to Eliza Shelton (and others).

May 30, - Sister Adams delivered of a daughter about 2 
hours before we landed about 4 miles above Fort Leavenworth. 

May 31, - Sister Adams is quite smart and strong in faith.

June 1, - Removed to camp. Found many of the Saints paying 
little regard to the word of wisdom and the destroyer has 
been in the camp and laid some of the number low in the 
dust. (much sickness and death reported)

June 10, - Sister Shelton buried. Brother William 
Carroll's youngest child died and was buried.

June 12, - Lucy taken very ill. Frederick very sick. Little 
Emma sick with measles.

June 13, 14, 15, - My family continued very sick. -

June 16, - Lucy died this evening.

June 17, - Fredrick died this morning. Emma died about noon. 
They were all buried in one grave. May the great God give me 
power to bear up under my affliction and prove faithful to 
His Church and Kingdom.

June 18, - Organized in companies to prepare for starting on 
the plains. O. Pratt chosen president. 

June 22, - Went on about fifteen miles. May God prosper me 
and my remaining children on our journey.

June 25, - Sunday had meeting at four o'clock this 
afternoon. Sacrament admimstered by Elder Wells.

June 26, - Waiting for the remainder of the company to come 
up.


From the WRITINGS of EMMA C. SEEGMILLER

My father's record breaks off here, perhaps from illness, 
sorrow and discouragement or not having the responsibility 
of his home company since joining the main camp as they 
were scattered among different camps.

However, he continued his journey with his two remaining 
children. Little George was stricken and died on the 5th 
of July, 1854. He was buried beside the Sweet Water River, 
one lonely little grave the father had not the small 
comfort of having the little fellow left beside his mother, 
brother and sister. Many times have I heard my father 
repeat this sad episode in his life. He would say, "A 
likely little lad was George", then tell us how he would 
play about the oxen, crawling under their bellies, winding 
in and out between their legs entirely unafraid, and the 
oxen seemed to understand and to respect the friendliness 
of their little charge.

When he was stricken and in great agony he looked up into 
his father's face and said, "I don't want to die but I 
guess I will have to". The sad memory of the past few 
weeks was still fresh in his mind, for he was still 
grieving and calling for his mother when death over took 
him. 

My father was ill but continued his journey with Willard 
the oldest child, little more than six years old. He was 
very ill, but God was merciful and he finally recovered. 
Father did not recover his full health or strength 
during the rest of the long and weary journey. He drove 
an ox team walking most of the way across the plains 
having to lean heavily on the yoke of his oxen for 
support. He arrived safely in the Valley of the Great 
Salt Lake on Sept. 29, 1854. The road to Zion had not 
been easy, It had been an uphill climb every step of the 
way. He remembered it all with a sad heart but not with 
a sinking spirit for when a man leaves father, mother, 
country, and all for a principle he is pretty sure to be 
immovably convinced that the principle is right.

His continued prayers for strength and courage were 
answered, for in the long years that followed, faith in 
this religion he had embraced was implicit. Never once 
during his long life did doubt of it cast it's shadow 
over him.

He was in the Tabernacle at a meeting in which Pres. 
Young, in the name of the Lord, promised those present, 
if they would give all they had in their pockets toward 
helping suffering emigrant companies, they would never 
be entirely without money. Father stepped forward and 
gave what he had with the resolve that he would work 
hard to help make good the promise in his own case. He 
has remarked many times in his family that since then 
he has never been without some money, although at times 
he had but little.

Father was at the 24th of July celebration in Cottonwood 
Canyon when word was brought of Johnston's Army. Father 
was standing close to Brigham Young and heard him, after 
reading the message, say, "They never, no never, can 
come into these valleys, unless I let them."

Father returned and helped two emigrant families to the 
Valley, Willard helped one.

He found a home for himself and child with Anson Call at 
Farmington that first winter in the Valley. The two 
following years he worked for President Brigham Young at 
the sawmills in Cottonwood Canyon. Pres. Young offered 
him the position of foreman at the mills. Much lumber 
was needed in the valley. He realized that this position 
would furnish him with a good living and he was not 
unappreciative of the confidence reposed in him, but he 
was formulating other plans.

One Sunday while off duty, he and Dan Jacques and Brother 
Sessions had climbed to the top of the East mountain of 
the canyon. Looking to the East they saw what looked like 
a suitable valley for a settlement. So far as they knew, 
they were the first to discover what was later the 
location of Heber City.

In 1866 he moved to Provo and on Feb 4, 1857 was married 
to Kezia Giles who had left England about the same time 
that he left Canada. He and a brother-in-law, James 
Adams, bought an adobe house of goodly dimensions, 
divided the rooms and took their families to live in it. 
All the time, however, they were planning to make a home 
in the newly discovered valley. In the latter part of 
Oct. 1869, they moved to their valley. Charles and Kezia 
took their two children, Kezia Ann, two years in the 
coming December and Charles, three weeks old. The new 
town was named Heber City, This was their home for the 
next twenty years.

As descendants we take a little pride, perhaps pardonable 
pride, in the development of Heber City. It represents 
the struggle of faithful parents through the "hard times" 
period and the emergence into successful years. Where 
ever we may be "Heber City" has the sound of home in it. 
The following summer many families moved in who were not 
afraid to face the hardships of a new community. The 
trials of those days have been oft repeated in the lives 
of thousands of Utah pioneers.

My father soon had a log house erected and that first 
winter milked a cow belonging to John Adams. Not having 
much feed it did not do well and rations were slim. For 
a time because of poor milling equipment the flour was 
very poor, the bread was black and sticky. On a few 
occasions in my father's home there was black bread and 
water for supper; sometimes a few onions cooked in water 
with scarcely enough milk to color it, very little butter 
to eat or to season food with. Money was scarce but even 
money could not always buy food and clothes.

At one time when mother was ill, my father, after the 
days work was done had to care for the family and the 
house. One evening he had the supper spread on a chest 
at the foot of the bed. He and the children sat down to 
partake of a repast of black bread and water. "I wish I 
had more to give you to eat", he remarked. The oldest 
child, Kezia, told me this incident and remarked, "I 
remember well the red chest from which we ate, and the 
depression in Father's voice. " The chest is still in the 
family and is always referred to as "Pa's chest".

Father was active in the religious, civil and social 
activities of the community and held positions of trust 
in each line. He and the two oldest children, Kezia and 
Charles, were active in dramatics for many years.

Time passed as did the days of their poverty conditions 
for the future were looking bright when my father was 
seized with a desire to join the United Order at 
Orderville in the southern part of Utah. He sold his 
property at a sacrifice and in May 1878 with his wife 
and eleven children moved to Orderville, a distance of 
300 miles, by the slow method of horse and ox teams. One 
little grave was left in Heber City. Three weeks were 
consumed in the journey. I was nine years old and well 
remember the journey. It was great fun for us children. 
We always rested from travel on Sunday. I remember 
laying over one day while traveling the Sevier River to 
do the family washing.

My first sight of the town of Orderville as we rounded 
the point of the mountain gave me the impression of 
being too much closed in by the hills, an impression 
that faded as time went on. The town was strange in 
appearance, and so was the new life we began.

Father turned his all into the Order Company, 
approximately $3, 600. He received credit for it on the 
books of the company. He was active in the affairs of 
this institution giving his time as well as his all for 
the growth of the organization. He was given various 
positions of trust becoming a member of the governing 
board of directors, Secretary of farms, Director o farms, 
a justice of the peace, etc.

I copy the following incident from the record of the 
United Order. "In April 1878, the people felt depressed 
because of the heavy obligations they were under, and the 
many requirements to alleviate the pressing needs of the 
people. In consequence and feeling the weight of 
responsibility several of the leading brethren on this 
day retired to a convenient spot and united in earnest 
prayer, imploring our Heavenly Father's assistance that 
they might meet their obligations and relieve the needs 
of the people. The Lord heard and answered their prayers. 
They found brethren they could trust to preempt their 
land; and another brother, Charles N. Carroll, owned an 
interest in a mine in Park City. The brethren to 
homestead the land were Thomas Chamberlain, Henry W. 
Esplin, John J. Esplin, Warner Parter, and Francis L. 
Porter. They accompanied Bro. Carroll to Heber City where 
the mine, "Silver King", interest was sold for $1,000. 
Within they were able to meet their most pressing 
obligations, buy goods for the immediate needs and to 
preempt the land. They rejoiced in this favorable turn of 
circumstance."

Charles N. Carroll never regretted his move south, nor the 
experience the United Order gave him. When the Order broke 
up, he received his portion with which he bought the 
Section, a mile south of town. Here the family lived until 
May 1901 when he bought a home in town. His family was 
mostly married by this time. He was advanced in years and 
lived only one year in the newly purchased home. During the 
summer, though in his eighty-third year, he built a granary, 
underground cellar, and a fence, and kept a well-cultivated 
garden. He was confined to this bed several months with 
kidney trouble.

One day as he lay in much pain he said to Mother, "I 
intended to make this a pretty place for you". He died on 
the 26th of May 1902, just as the sun was coming up. Another 
useful life was closed.

Charles Negus Carroll had temple work done for his ancestors 
so far as he knew them and for all members of his immediate 
families. His mother died three years after he left New 
Brunswick.

We have in the family two trunks that contained the clothes 
of the little family that was buried on the plains. My 
mother must have respected them, to have preserved them in 
tact for the Gospel's sake. They were never brought into 
common use in the family.

At one time Father lay very ill with a fever. In those days 
they did not believe in letting fever patients have water. 
He pled for a drink, but was repeatedly denied. One night 
when all were asleep, he crawled on hands and knees to a tub 
of water, crusted with a thick layer of ice. He broke the ice 
with his fist and drank all he wanted. He began to recover 
from that time.

When the Kanab dam was taken out by flood and it came time to 
rebuild it, many teams were required for the gigantic project. 
Kanab had been without water for several years both for town 
and field purposes. The discouraged people felt that it would 
be easier to abandon the town and move out. Water for culinary 
use must be hauled in barrels from the creek up and down the 
steep gorge that had been cut by repeated floods. Gardens, 
orchards, and vineyards were allowed to die for need of water, 
and fields bore no crops.

After the decision to reconstruct the dam, hay and grain for 
teams became a serious problem. Their own fields barren, the 
people had none, save what they had bought. Money was scarce, 
because of the past few years of struggle. Considerable hay 
and grain was raised in Long Valley, Hay went up to $15.00 a 
ton, for the time. D. M. Cox had raised a quantity of corn and, 
eager to sell it, had offered it for three-fourths of a cent a 
pound, forcing the price down below cost of production, and 
sold all his corn for that price. My father said he could not 
produce it for that and held his for one and a half cents 
saying he could make only a legitimate profit at that figure, 
and sold none. Spring came and corn became scarce, but the 
teams must be fed well to do the hard work necessary so the 
price of corn jumped to two cents, then to three. My father 
said he could still make a fair profit at one and a half cents, 
and sold all he had at that price. He said it seemed unfair to 
take advantage of the hard conditions of the Kanab people. He 
maintained a standard price for his products. It may not be 
considered a good business practice but he always said it was 
the most Christian-like way.

My sister Julia once heard Joseph E. Robinson, assessor 
of Kane County, say that he looked upon Brother Carroll as 
one of the most honorable men he had ever met. He listed 
his property and paged his taxes as religiously as he paid 
his tithing.

His youngest child, Amy, wanted to quit school a few weeks 
before closing time. Many pupils were doing so. The teacher 
was not giving satisfaction. When she asked Mother, Mother 
said, "Ask Father". Father took a firm stand; she would not 
quit school, "They are all quitting. I am not getting anything 
out of it," protested Amy, "I am not learning anything." "If 
you learn nothing more than to stick to it, it will pay you 
for staying," replied Father. Amy stuck it out.

Though he was consistently generous and kind we looked upon 
Father as somewhat stern, and we felt that obedience was the 
better part of valor.

His home and his surroundings were always in order. He was 
liberal in the privileges he allowed his children and their 
playmates. All he asked was that things be put in place when 
the play was over. "A place for everything and everything 
in its place."

Wherever Father lived, he owned a farm, orchards, and garden. 
They were always in a well-cultivated condition, c
omparatively free from weeds, and with furrows straight and 
even.

He did not keep more livestock than he could feed well. He 
always kept two or three years of wheat on hand, and two 
great piles of wood, one of green pine and pitch pine and 
one of cedar. He liked a cheerful fire. He was an early 
riser, and always busy. I think no man more enjoyed his 
evenings after the day's toll, with newspaper or book than 
he.

He was never late for meetings or appointments. During 
fourteen years as a high councilman he never missed a 
meeting and was never late. He stressed regularity, 
punctuality and self-denial.

"Do not want everything you see." "You will never save 
money if you buy every thing you take a fancy to."

"Do not buy what you cannot pay for." "Never go in debt. 
If you cannot live and pay as you go, how can you expect 
to live and pay back. "

He liked to refer to the words of Bishop Jolley of Mt. 
Carmel, "The merchant ruins the people by trusting them, 
then they, in turn, ruin him by being unable to pay."

"Regularity never missed a meeting"

"All work is honorable if you honor the work."

"When I outlive my usefulness I want to die. "

"Never peek in at a window. If you cannot walk in at 
the door, stay away. "

"If you can support two children you can support twelve. 
If you cannot support twelve you cannot support two. It 
is the size of the man, not the size of the family."

These sayings and many more he recited often, to himself 
as much as to anybody. He lived by the principles he taught.


II. WlLLARD CARROLL by James F. Carroll, July 10, 1953

In my father's Family Record, his birth is listed in British
North America--that could mean anywhere in Canada, so now we
will do a little tracing.

Grandfather's father was born in Saint Johns, Newfoundland,
and after his father's death in New Brunswick, where Patrick
O'Carroll grew to manhood and married and raised a family at
Marimachia, where Grandfather was born, he being the third
in a family of eight, most of the family were born in the
vicinity of Marimachia.

Sometime in the early 1840s, we find them South and East of
Canterbury on a place called Carroll's Ridge--homesteading
land. Grandfather Charles married Lucy Elizabeth McInally
in Baring Maine on March 14, 1847, but he still lived on
Carroll's Ridge. By January 1, 1853, he had three small
children, had investigated the Gospel. and was baptized that
day.

My father, Willard was the oldest, and by now, was almost
five. Between January 1,1853 and the time they left for
Zion, little Emma was born (March 3, 1853). Grandfather's
wife was baptized on June 12, and on May 8, 1854 he was
ordained an Elder and put in charge of sixty-four Saints
leaving, for Zion. All went well until they reached Fort
Leavenworth, Kansas. There the cholera hit the camp and a
good many died. Among the dead were my grandmother and her
two youngest children, Frederick and the baby, Emma. The day
of their death the three were buried in the same grave. Two
weeks later, the heart-broken father was to endure still
greater sacrifice by burying little George by the roadside
in a lonely grave. Out of the happy family that had started
for Zion the father and one little son were all that were
left. Finally, they reached the valley. The broken-hearted
father and motherless boy lived with Anson B. Call that
first winter, and the next summer Grandfather worked in Big
Cottonwood Canyon, building a saw mill. That winter
Grandfather went to Provo and traded his team and wagon for
a large adobe house.

I have heard Father tell that he would do many things to
entice some of the boys to come and stay with him. His
father would have to stay away so much in the evenings, with
his Church work and other things, that Willard would be
alone much of the time.

In February of 1857, Grandfather married Kezia Giles, a
young girl who would be seventeen in May, and Father would
be nine in May, so he had someone to take care of him, but
not a mother.

In 1859, they settled in Provo Valley--what is now Heber
City. Here Father grew to manhood. In his teens he had his
jaw broken by a rock that someone threw--he later always
wore a beard to cover the scar.

He made a trip East to Missouri for emigrants. He was in the
Blackhawk War. He was nearly drowned while floating ties
down the American Fork River.

On March 16, 1869, he married Charlotte Moulton in the
Endowment House in Salt Lake City. He had a farm on the
river joining his father's--a lot and log house where the
Railroad Station is in Heber. He taught school in the
winter, living in Heber until 1877, when we moved to
Orderville, Kane County, Utah to join the United Order.

Four children were born in Heber--James Franklin, Willard
Moulton (who died when two years of age), Thomas Moulton,
and Charlotte Elizabeth (she being named for her mother and
father's mother).

In Orderville, Father had quite a variety of jobs--or
assignments. In the first summer he returned to Heber to
help Grandfather move to the Order, and I went along. After
that he did whatever job he was assigned, and they were
varied--farming, ranching, etc.. I remember going with him
when a few men were sent to the mountain to peel tan bark
and once on the Buckskin Mountains to prove upon the Order's
range rights.

He usually taught school in the winter, and worked in the
general kitchen. Once when the baker (Samuel Claredge) was
away, he did the baking for five or six months. He ran the
Commissary for two years or more. He was Superintendent of
the YMMIA, manager of the town's dramatics, was in the
Sunday School Superintendency, Theological Teacher, and a
good many other Church activities.

The year before the Order was dissolved, it was on the
Stewardship Plan. Grandfather and his sons had for their
stewardship a farm one mile south of the town, called the
Section Farm. There was a large four-room house on this
farm, known at the Section House. Grandfather and Father
moved their families into it. Uncle Charlie (Grandfather's
other son) lived in town.

All went well for a while, but some disagreement arose and
they had to divide before the harvest. Father had the south
part and the harvest was good.

The two winters we lived there Father taught school in
Glendale, which is four miles to the north. Father drove a
light wagon with a span of colts each day, and we children
walked the one mile to town. Part of the time we could cut
through the field, walking on the crusted snow.

When the Order broke up and Father got a half-acre lot on
the southwest edge of town, down by the river, he set about
to build a house. I was sixteen, and could help a little. I
went with the cowboys to round up the Order's cattle on the
Buckskin Mountain, driving the Chuck Wagon--I earned $125.

First we built a bridge across the river, getting some pine
stringers from the mountain and covering them with planks,
making a very good wagon bridge--so that we could build our
coral and stable on the other side of the river where we
also had a piece of land. When the stable was completed, the
family moved in instead of the livestock. They put the stove
under a large Cottonwood tree by the river only a little way
from the stable. It was summer time, and we were quite
comfortable.

Father hired a carpenter, William Clayton, a friend who
lived in Kanab, to come and build the house, which was a
three-room frame with a cellar under the kitchen. We were
moved in by winter, and it seemed real nice to have a place
of our own, even if it was small. Quite often some of the
men and women, boys and girls would come in the evenings and
read and write parts in the plays that were put on during
the winter night. Quite jolly times were had.

Father was ordained a Seventy on August 16, 1885, by Swen M.
Anderson. in Orderville. On April 21, 1887, he received a
call to go on a mission to the Southern States, and on May
14, 1887, he left home with Hans Sorensen, with a team and
light wagon, for Salt Lake City. Hans was headed for
Denmark. On reaching Salt Lake City, they made the necessary
purchases. Mother had made Father two new suits, which he
wore on his mission. He was set apart for his mission by
Apostle Franklin D. Richards. He left Salt Lake City on May
14, 1887, and was released in September of 1888. He we very
sick while on the mission, and had to take what nourishment
he got through a straw. His feet were so sore it was hard
for him to travel very much. He was honorably released, and
returned to Salt Lake City in time for the October
Conference. Mother took the team and wagon and the children,
and we went to meet him, which we did at Provo.

Nearly all of Mother's folks lived in Heber, so we went on
to Heber. After visiting there for awhile, we decided to
stay all winter. Father got a position in Mark Jeff's store,
and we got a place to live, and settled down for the winter.

Like all kids, I guess, we kids all wanted to go home, and
for one thing and another it was decided that we would go
home, so about the middle of December we started out,
arriving home on December 18, 1888. Father did not get very
much out of the Order. He got a one-half acre lot, two acres
of poor lucerne land, a yoke of oxen, half interest in a
shingle mill--the kind that you saw the logs into sixteen
inch lengths, split them, steamed them, and shaved the
shingles off with a power knife. He sold his interest when
he went on his mission. He traded the oxen for a span of
horses. My brother Tom and I did some hauling with them--
made two trips hauling wood, one to Salt Lake.

The first spring after Father came home, I went to work for
Jim Gemmit of Kanab, one of Father's missionary companions.
I worked for him one month and then went to Moccasin Springs
in Arizona to work for the Heaton Brothers. I guess that is
one reason Father decided to go to Mexico.

Brother Chris Heaton, who was in charge of the Heaton
Brothers ranch, decided to go to Mexico that fall, and
wanted me to go and drive a team for him. I thought of
going, but when I talked to Father about it, he said if I
would waiT until next fall, we would all go, so I waited. Of
course, that may not have been the reason at all. As I said
before, Father did not have much property in Orderville, and
at that time there was so much talk of the grand
opportunities in Mexico on the land the Church was buying
for colonization, that it really looked like a good chance
to get a fresh start--with the added attraction of living
polygamy.

Anyway, in the summer and fall of 1890 Father disposed of
his Long Valley property, and we started for Old Mexico,
bidding farewell to our home and our folks and friends that
we would not see again for many years.

We had two wagons and six horses. Father loaded his wagon so
that a pair of springs could be put in and they could sleep
under the wagon box.  That way they did not have to make
their bed on the ground. He had a 10 x 12 foot tent that we
could put up any time we needed shelter, but we didn't need
it much. Father had fixed a cupboard in the back of his
wagon box for the dishes, food, etc.. By letting the
cupboard door down, we had a table.

I drove the other wagon, loaded with the heavier things,
with four horses. My brother, Tom, drove a team for Edison
Parker, who was traveling with us. We went via the Buckskin
Mountains, through House Rock Valley, across the Colorado
River at Lee's Ferry, and up the Little Colorado, through
Saint Joseph, Holbrook, and Woodruff, where we stayed over
night with Eddie Webb and family who used to live in
Orderville. We went through Fort Apache,over the Mokeyone
Mountain, and up the Gila River to Thatcher, where we
stayed for a day or two with Samuel Claredge, another old
friend from Orderville. We went from there to Safford, and
followed the Railroad to Demming, New Mexico, where we
stocked up to enter Old Mexico.

We had a very pleasant trip. We went to the Boca Grande, to
Diaz, the first Mormon colony, through the Customs House at
La Assencion. We got trough Customs all right, then up the
river to Dublan, where we stayed for the winter.

Coming from so far North, the weather seemed very mild to us
with two tents with lumber sides to make them higher. Father
rented a terreno of land from Joseph Jackson and planted,
and had a pretty good crop. He and Tom worked for A. F.
McDonald, surveying a canal from the river to some natural
reservoirs east of where the town could be. Also surveyed
the town site. Father was one of the first to get a lot and
move into the new town. We dug a well, moved our tents, and
there we were. We made some adobes and built one room that
was to be a granary, but the Church deal fell through, and
so Father did not have the money to buy a terreno. He then
moved to Cave Valley, in the mountains where Chris Heaton
was living on land owned by Apostle Moses Thatcher. Apostle
Thatcher had agreed to pay for the improvements made on his
land. There was a piece of land unoccupied near Brother
Heaton, and Father built a two-room lumber house with an
attic. This was about one-half mile south of Cave Valley
proper .

We were fixed up again, and there was a piece of land east
of the road that we built a log fence around for a farm. I
helped with the fencing then returned to Dublan and worked
<omitted> that winter, but in the spring I was ready to go
home.

Price Nelson and sons, who claimed most of the property or
improvements, were moving to Sonora, and Brothers Heaton and
Porter and Father bought them out--lucky for them! When we
moved we did not get anything. The Nelsons had a shingle
mill and a small mill to grind grain. It was a small one
indeed. As one fellow said, "The dog gone thing, as soon as
it finishes with one kernel, it hops right onto another."

Well, we went to making shingles and grinding corn. With the
approval and consent of Apostle George Teasdale, Brothers
Heaton, William M. Black, W. A. Porter, J. W. Hancock and
Father formed a company, or order, and called it "The Cave
Valley Commonwealth--Share and Share Alike". They contracted
and built a lot of wire fences on the Oheatus Ranch, an
English cattle company. 1 Was on all these jobs. The company
continued until Brother Heaton went down in the valley to
make Molasses in San Jose, North of Casa Grande. Brother
Heaton was killed by some Mexicans who were trying to steal
a barrel of molasses. With his death, the company broke up.
We were having a lot of lndian trouble, and the people moved
away.

The Heatons returned to the States, and most of the others
went to Pacheco. Father had married Elizabeth Slade
McConkie, a widow of George Wilson McConkie. He married her
while at Cave Valley. Brother McConkie had died in Pacheco.
She had three girls by McConkie but one of them had died.
She had two girls and three boys by Father.

When we left Cave Valley, he traded his interest in the
mills they had bought from Nelsons to Brother Porter for a
span of Mexican mules. After moving to Pacheco, he went on
the freight road with Al Farnsworth, a brother in-law.
Farnsworth had married a sister of his second wife,
Elizabeth--Dad says "Lizzy's sister". On the freight road,
he took Aunt Lizzy with him. The mules were stolen, and
Father was forced to return to Pacheco. There he tried saw
milling, logging, and other various kinds of work, but he
was not well and that kind of work was too hard on him, so
he rented a farm from Pete Skowsen, in San  Jose, which was
on the north side of the river, North of Casa Grande, but
the cut worms took most of the corn, and the smallpox broke
out all around them scaring the folks, so he had to move
them To Dublan.

Then he rented a farm from Miles P. Romney. He built a
house out east of the railroad on a town site that he had
helped survey before he went to the mountains. Quite a lot
of people were building there now. He bought another from
his son-in-law, Arvel W. Porter, then he started a little
store at the railroad station, selling leftovers for the
Union Mercantile, which he carried on until he died in 1906.

The Orderville United Order was started by people who had
been called by President Brigham Young to settle on the
Muddy River in Southern Nevada, and had been released on
account of adverse conditions in maintaining the settlement.
They were counseled to settle in Long Valley on the Virgin
River.

Quite a number of them settled at what is now Mount Carmel,
where most of them formed an Order, as was being done by a
good many throughout the Church at this time. Some of them
did not join, and after the first year, some others
withdrew. Those that wanted to continue the Order decided
that it would be better if they had a settlement by
themselves, so they moved up the River about two and one-
half miles and founded Orderville--that was in March of
1875.

Among the first-comers were: Bateman H. Williams, Thomas
Chamberlain, and others, numbering about 180 souls

They first built what was called The Big House that could
accommodate about eight families, and expected to build more
on that order, but people from other places started
arriving, wishing to join with them, so they started
building the shanties, that were in a row of houses joining
end to end, extending around about ten acres, with other
rows inside and community kitchen and dining room in the
center, which were also used for Church and parties.

By the fall of 1877, the Order numbered 543, and that is
when Father arrived with his family. We became members of
the OUO--Orderville United Order, and were until it was
dissolved. We still have fond memories of those times. There
were no better or happier people anywhere than those people
who felt they were serving the Lord. They were surely a
blessed people.

After I came from Mexico in 1912, and settled in Blanding,
San Juan County, Utah, I heard President Anthony Ivins say
that if the people of Orderville had been left alone, they
would have owned the State of Utah--more about that later.

Father joined the Order because hi father wanted him to, so
my uncle, Charles W.Carroll, Grandfather's oldest son by
Kezia Giles, about nineteen, took two yoke of Grandfather's
oxen to help in moving us to Orderville, and the next spring
Father and Uncle Charlie took the outfits back to Heber,
Wasatch County, Utah (for that is where we were from) to
move Grandfather and family to Orderville, I went along with
them, and still remember the trip very well--traveling three
hundred miles by ox team takes quite sometime.

Grandfather had three grown girls, and from Lehi, Utah a man
by the name of Muliner, who owned a grist mill and had
joined the Order, traveled with us, and he had a large
family with some grown girls. He later became the Order
tanner, and Grandfather was overseer of farming.

Just what the difference would have been if our people had
not migrated to Southern Utah, we will never know in this
life. God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform,
and though we are not wonders, we may be more than we would
have been otherwise.

They had shown by their faith and integrity, by accepting
and living the Order to the best of their ability, and were
still willing to carry on. Just how much it will mean, I do
not know but God is just.

Now a little about me and the Order. Being just a kid when
we went, it was all okay by me. My first work was picking up
potatoes, and oh, how those potatoes did roll out, but there
were plenty of kids to keep the team on the plow going all
the time and the tons and tons of potatoes that were hauled
away to be stored in the large cellars.

I attended Sunday School, and because the room was not large
enough for all, The children were not required to go to
meeting.

I was there when the Primary was organized, and i can Still
remember Sisters Eliza R.Snow and Zina D. Young.

When I was eleven and twelve, Father was running a farm East
of Mount Carmel, and I was big enough to hoe weeds. It was
while we were living there that Mother went to visit her
folks in Heber City, taking all the children but me.

The last years of the Order, they discontinued the community
dining room and kitchen, and the people prepared their own
food.

Father was put in charge of the Commissary, and with a team
of gentle horses and a light wagon, I was given the job of
collecting and disbursing the milk. During the day I would
drive to the different places where the milk was produced,
and then with a girl in the back to measure it out, we would
drive to town and dispose of it.

When the Order was being discontinued, I drove the Chuck
Wagon for the men and cowboys that went to the Buckskin
Mountains to round up the cattle on that range. Just prior
to this time, a townsite had been laid out, taking in the
garden plot, and some of the farm land as Orderville appears
today, and the people either moved their shanties or built
new homes, and worked on he Stewardship plan.

Grandfather and Father took a farm known as the Section
House Farm, and moved there, and that winter Father taught
school in Glendale. He also taught school in Orderville for
several years.

Out of that trip with the cowboys, I got a twenty-five
dollar pony--my first property from which I got quite a band
of horses. I gentled it and traded it for a three-year-old
mare that made me a good work animal, and raised a colt each
year for a long time--so much for Orderville, my childhood
home.


III. KEZIA ANN CARROLL ESPLIN

Taken from "How Beautiful Upon The Mountains", prepared by
Bessie E Brooksby

Kezia Ann Carroll was born in Provo on December 13, 1857,
the oldest child of Charles Negus and Kezia Giles Carroll.
In 1858, the family moved to Heber City, where Kezia spent
her girlhood days. She was active in public affairs. She
was a school teacher, took part in community dramas, and
worked in various organizations. She was Secretary of the
first YLMIA in Heber City.

In May of 1878, the Carroll family moved to Orderville to
join the United Order. One of Kezia's first duties was to
assist in serving tables in the dining hall.

She was married in the Saint George Temple on September 13,
1878, to Henry Webster Esplin. From this union came two sons
and ten daughters. She lived in Orderville the remainder of
her life, except for a few years at Moccasin, Arizona, where
two of her children were born. She organized a school at
Moccasin and taught it.

She took part in many public activities in Orderville. She
taught school a short time, and participated in many dramas.
and later directed them. She was Secretary and later
President of the Primary for many years, being released at
the age of seventy-one years because of heart trouble.

Throughout her life Kezia was an industrious, frugal,
efficient homemaker. She was an excellent cook, using
largely home-made products. She sewed, knitted, quilted,
crocheted,did embroidery, and mended beautifully, made rugs
and carpets.

She raised twelve children, and under her guidance they all
learned to work. Her work was organized. in due time each
child in turn learned to do the various chores that are
required to keep a home and family progressing.

She was an avid reader all her life and constantly improved
her mind. During her later years, she spent much time making
scrapbooks containing faith-promoting incidents, poems,
pictures, and also reminders of special holidays.

She died on October 2 1942, and is buried in Orderville
Cemetery. At the time of her death, she had never lost a
descendant. The one previous death in her family was a son-
in-law.

Kezia Ann Carroll (Esplin) had numerous relatives and
friends in Heber City, and all her life she was bound to it
by fond memories occasional contacts, great loyalty and a
desire to perpetuate the ideals and progressiveness of the
stalwart people who settled Heber City.

She never regretted her move to Orderville and at the time
of her death she had numerous relatives and friends there.
In her loyalty to Orderville, she helped to make it a
progressive community where high ideals were in control--
she and the other stalwart people who settled there.

IV. CHARLES WILLIAM CARROLL, By E. E. Richardson, August 1965

Charles William Carroll, born in Provo, Utah October 7,
1859, was the oldest son of Charles Negus and Kezia Giles
Carroll, When only a few months old his parents, with a
small group of relatives and friends moved up Provo canyon
and into the Heber Valley to secure farm land and establish
homes.

Charley, as he was familiarly known, grew up in this
pioneering community, working on the farm, tending
livestock, going to school and church and taking part in
their activities.

In the fall of 1877, when he was 18 years old he accompanied
his brother Willard to Orderville to join the United Order.
The family followed them the next spring, having disposed of
their property in Heber. On Dec. 12, 1879, Charley was
married in the St. George Temple to Susan Amelia Snyder. She
was 16 years old. They moved into one of the United Order
shanties, made it comfortable and home-like, and it was
there that their two oldest sons were born.

When the United Order dissolved, Charley applied himself to
farming and merchandizing, being assistant manager of the
Co-op Store under Bishop Henry W. Esplin. He was active in
church and civic organizations, having been president of
priesthood quorums, an officer in the Sunday School,
president of the Young Men's Mutual Association, and first
counselor in the Bishopric. He was Justice of the Peace and
served on various boards and committees. He was genial in
disposition and a real peace maker, both old and young
taking their problems to him and asking for counsel. He was
a very special friend of the Indians.

His family of four sons and two daughters were all born and
reared in Orderville. His oldest daughter and third son died
in their youth. While the two oldest sons were pursuing
their college careers, Charley moved his family to Provo.
where they lived until the children were well established
with families of their own. Later in life they were
persuaded to move to Palo Alto, California. to be near their
youngest son, who was the head of the electrical engineering
department at Stanford University. When he retired he was
assigned as director of the famous Ryan Laboratories at
Stanford.

Their oldest son died at the beginning of a promising career
in medicine, and their second son won his Ph.D. in animal
husbandry and allied subjects. Upon retirement from
teaching, he accepted from the government an assignment to
lran as a technical advisor. He served in that field several
years .

Charles was warm and friendly, with a pleasing sense of
humor. He was honest and trustworthy in his conduct, neat
and thorough in his work. and he was generous in sharing
their products with those less fortunate. He set an example
of genuine integrity, courage and nobility of character
worthy of emulation and he set a record of longevity
unsurpassed by any of the Giles posterity up to date. He
celebrated his 100th birthday Oct 7, 1959 by receiving
relatives and a few friends. He passed away in Stockton,
California, where his daughter lives, on December 5, 1959,
and was buried in the Provo cemetery. He had returned to the
city of his birth.


"Trekking Back With Grandpa", A biography of Charles William 
Carroll By Elsie Chamberlain Carroll, August 1965

Grandpa is 97 years old. (Born in Provo, Utah, 7 Oct. 1859).
He weighs less than 95 pounds. He is stooped and shuffles
when he walks. His hands are veined and knotted; his face
and neck, brown and wrinkled; his hair is sparse and gray.
But his eyes, though sunken, are still bright with interest.
His mind is alive and young. He has a sense of humor.

It is fun to go trekking back through the years with him.
Today I said, Grandpa, tell me about your earliest memories.
He leaned back in the old rocking chair that was Grandma's
during all the 64 years of their married life, drew the
Afghans snugly over his knees and closed his eyes. He sat
still so long I thought he might have fallen asleep. Then he
began to rock gently and said, "Of course you know that my
father (Charles Negus Carroll) and mother (Kezia Giles
Carroll) were pioneers. Father lost his first wife and three
children while he was crossing the plains in 1854. He
arrived in Utah with one son, Willard, and settled in Provo.
It was there he met Mother who had recently emigrated from
England with her parents who had joined the Church. They
were married and lived in Provo until after my oldest sister
Kezia, named after Mother, and I were born.

"When I was just a few years old we moved to Heber. Father
wanted more land. He saw better opportunities to expand
there. We lived there nineteen years. It was there that my
three younger brothers and eight of my ten sisters were
born."

"Yes, we were a large family and we lived in a small house.
We only had three rooms some of the time. Mother cooked over
the fire in the fireplace. I remember sleeping on a trundle
bed that slid under Father's and Mother's bed in the day
time. Some of the children slept on the floor. Father always
kept a few sheep. The hides of the sheep that were killed
for mutton were thoroughly dried and cleaned and were spread
on the floor for mattresses for the children to sleep on at
night."

"One of my earliest memories is of holding the sheep's heads
while Father sheared. He would stretch the sheep out on the
ground and hold it down with his knee while I would try to
keep its head still. Not much like sheep-shearing today with
electric machines and all."

"Mother would wash and card the wool and make bats for
quilts and spin some of it into yarn to knit up into socks
and stockings and mittens."

"We had a happy life in Heber even if we were poor and had
to work hard. My brother Willard married Charlotte Moulton
while we were there and I had my first love affairs. I
remember the night some of us were coming from Mutual and I
took hold of Janet Murdock's hand. I made a discovery.
Touching Janet's hand made me feel different from touching
my sisters' hands."

"I had quite a case on Janet, but she had another beau and I
found that Susie Witt's hand made me feel like Janet's did.
But she was older than I was, and married my cousin."

"About this time Father became interested in the United
Order in Orderville. He was County Attorney in Heber and an
important member in the community. But he decided to move to
Orderville and join the Order. Before going to Orderville he
sold all his property but stock in a mine which he later
sold for money that got the Order out of debt. My brother
Willard and his wife went along, too. We traveled by ox
teams and moved very slow. But we had some good times in the
evenings when we would play games around the campfire after
supper. What made it more fun for me was having a passenger,
a young girl along with us. Her name was Fan Milliner. She
was a good sport. One night she and I ran a cache to an old
deserted building a ways from our camp. I dared her to go in
and then I shut the door to scare her. My brother Willard
gave me the dickens and ordered me to leave her alone. I
thought he had his eyes on her for a second wife, but that
didn't happen."

Grandpa stopped rocking and closed his eyes again. I thought
he might be too tired to talk any more, but he stirred again
and said musingly, "Living in the United Order was a great
experience."

"Yes, I know. Do you feel like telling me some of the things
you remember best about it?" I asked.

"Well, of course you know that it was organized by Brigham
Young who hoped his people could learn to live cooperatively
--like one big family. Orderville was one of several places
where the system was tried out. It lasted longer than any of
the others and was more successful. The Order started in
1875--that was three years before we joined. It was going
good when we got there. There were about a hundred families
living as one family. All the property was held in common.
There was no private property. We turned everything we had
into the order and became part of the big family. Everybody
ate at the "big table" as it was called. Of course there
were three long tables in the dining hall and the men always
ate first, then the women, and then the children. The work
was divided so that everybody had a share and all were given
credit on the books for their work--the men received $1.50
credit a day, no matter what kind of work they did . The
women got $0.75 and as near as I can remember children got
credit from $0.12 to $0.60 according to age and sex. Foremen
had charge of the different kinds of work--farming,
dairying, factory work and so on."

"Factory work?" I asked. "Did they have factories?"

"Yes, in the few years the order was in operation the people
became almost completely self-sustaining. They made their
own brooms, soap, buckets, churns, shoes, clothes,
furniture. They had a tannery, sawmills, gristmills and
woolen mill. The women were organized to do the cooking and
dining room work, tailoring, millinery and other things.
Some were appointed to be midwives and there was a wonderful
herb doctor, Priddy Meeks. He had charge of the health
problems. He was a pretty good doctor and lived to be over
90 years old and his two wives lived almost that long. He
supervised the midwives. They received $3.00 credit for
delivering a baby and taking care of the mother for two
weeks. Compare that with what it costs to have a baby now.
No wonder they had big families." Grandpa chuckled softly
and went on reminiscing.

"Yes, we were healthy. We had plenty of fresh air and
exercise and simple food--and not too much of it."

"Tell me about the food", I prompted. "You worked in the
bakery, didn't you?"

"I sure did. We would mix bread in big wooden troughs. For
one batch we would mix up a seamless Sack full of flour--
about a hundred and twenty pounds. That's the way the flour
came from the gristmill. About every other day we would bake
a batch of salt-rising bread, too. We baked the bread in
brick ovens heated with a wood fire. When the oven was hot
we would rake out the coals and clean the oven out good
before putting the baking pans of dough in. The pans were
made in our tin factory. We had good bread and it was really
the staff of life for us."

He paused and a smile flickered across his thin face. "We
kept our yeast in a barrel. One day Grandma and another girl
came into the bakery and were fooling around. She was the
prettiest girl in the whole Order and I was wondering how I
could get her interested in me instead of in Alvin Heaton,
her step-brother who was courting her. Well, that day I
picked her up and made out like I was going to duck her in
the yeast barrel. She went limp in my arms like she had
fainted. The other girl screamed and scolded me like the
dickens and I was pretty scared for a minute--till I found
out she was just pretending."

"Soon after that I was sitting on the ditch-bank with Carmi
Porter and we were sharing confidences about girls. I told
him how I felt about Grandma. I'll be darned if he didn't go
and tell it around and she got to hear it. A night or two
after that we were at a dance. We had dances in the dining
hall. We would shove all the tables against the walls and
shave soap on the floor to make it smooth. I was standing by
the door when Grandma came in with Alvin and another girl.
He was courting two at the same time. That was a common way
in the polygamous days. The music started up. We had good
music for our weekly dances. Brother Covington and Lou Cox
would trade off with the fiddle. That was all the instrument
we had, but we thought it was great.

"Well, as I was saying, I was standing by the door when
Alvin and his two girls came in. I heard him say to Grandma,
"Melie, I'll dance the first dance with Luch." Grandma
turned to me with a sparkle in her black eyes and said, "And
I'll dance the first dance with Charley". I wasn't so mad at
Carmi for telling on me after that. I took her home after
the dance and from then on she was my girl." He sighed and
closed his eyes again. I knew when I looked at him that he
must be thinking tenderly over the long years they had
together--more than half a century of them, and no doubt of
the twelve lonely years since she left him.

When he roused himself he said, apologetically, "We were
talking about the food we had in the Order. Bread and milk
was the bulk of it much of the time and sometimes we had to
water the milk to make it go around. Occasionally there was
only enough for the children, the sick and the old folks. We
had a pretty good variety of vegetables in the summer. but
hadn't found ways of keeping many of them over for winter.
Of course we did put potatoes and some root vegetables in
pits. We had molasses and a little fruit after a few years.
Some of it was wild currents and berries growing in the
canyons. The milk was brought every day from the dairy up
the canyon in tight homemade cedar kegs. Yes, and we had
some cheese, Grandma's grandmother was a famous cheese maker
and taught others how. Before we were married Grandma would
spend parts of the summers helping on the dairy. She would
usually get to town for the dances.

"We didn't have much meat, sometimes only enough to season
the gravy.  But as I said, we were healthy and happy. We
were called to our meals by a bugler or by ringing of the
dining hall bell. We were called together in the same way
for evening prayers."

"During the winter, school was held for the children. There
were some night classes for the older ones and some things
besides religion were taught in the church organizations.
During the ten years from 1875 to 1885 that the Order was in
operation most of the people were contented and hated to see
that way of life discontinued."

"Why was it discontinued?", I asked.

"Well, there were several reasons. I guess one of the minor
ones was the discontent of some of the younger members after
economic conditions in Southern Utah improved following the
completion of the railroad to Mil ford in 1880, and the
prosperity brought by the development of the Silver Reef
mines, only a hundred miles away. People in communities
around us got so they could dress well and have conveniences
we didn't have. Our clothes were made of the Lindsay and
jeans made in our woollen factory, dyed with home
manufactured dyes and made all one style. Our floppy hats,
gray jeans suits and homemade shoes and our little one-room
shanties brought ridicule from other people. Some,
especially some of the younger ones, became envious and
discontented."

"I remember one young fellow who wanted a store suit so bad
that he collected the lambs tails after they were docked,
sheared off the wool and hid it till he was sent with a load
of wool up north. Then he sold the wool he had collected and
bought a new pair of pants. When he wore them to the first
dance after he got back he made a sensation. The girls all
rushed around him. One of them grabbed him and gave him a
big kiss. His popularity made the rest of us envious. But he
had to pay for his pride. He was called before the Board--
the Board was the governing body--the Bishop always being
the president. When he explained how he got his new pants,
the Board praised him for his enterprise, but pointed out
that he had committed a wrong in the way he obtained them."

"Some good came of the incident, though. The board decided
to let the tailors make the pants in the future after that
fashion, and some of the youngsters were caught wearing out
their pants' seats on the grindstone so they could hurry up
and have some new ones."

"Another cause of the breaking up of the system was the
growing discontent with everybody getting the same wages no
matter how hard they worked or what kind of work, and having
to turn all the credit they had on the books at the end of
the year into the Order and start from scratch again. I
suppose it's human nature for ambitious people to want to
get ahead and have something to show for what they do. In
the Order some were ambitious, some were shiftless.

"But I believe that one of the main causes for the breakup
was the death of President Brigham Young. He believed in it
and hoped that we people in Orderville could prove that a
system of living where all were equal and shared alike in
everything could be successful. We felt that the plan was
inspired. But when later authorities told us that they did
not think the Lord was particular how we made our clothes or
prepared our food or whether or not we all ate together, and
that anyway, President Young organized it just for an
experiment, we lost heart and gave up the struggle to keep
it as it had been."

"You were married while the Order was still in operation
weren't you?" I asked, hoping to have the story go on.

"Oh, yes. When I was just past twenty and Della was sixteen
and a half we went with three other couples to the St.
George Temple and were married. It was the custom for two or
three couples to go together to save expense and I suppose a
chaperone. It took us two days to go from Orderville to St.
George. We had two covered wagons with our camping outfits--
food, beds, hay and grain for the horses and so on. It was a
fine excursion for all of us. I don't know how it would be
with some companies when one or more of the men took two
girls to marry at the same time."

"Weren't most of the men in the Order polygamist?" I
inquired.

"I guess they were, at that. At least the older, the most
important, that is, the leaders were. "

"How did you escape?" I ventured.

"I nearly didn't", Grandpa admitted. A troubled look crept
into his eyes. After a little pause he told me about it.

"We had been married maybe five years and had the two older
boys. I had sort of worked up in the church organizations.
I'd been president of the priesthood quorums, an officer in
the Sunday School and president of the Young Men's Mutual
Association, and at that time was a counselor to the bishop.
I was the Bishop's assistant in the Co-op Store, too. Well,
one day the Bishop said to me, 'Charley, you ought to take
another wife.' It was quite a shock to me. Grandma and I had
been perfectly happy. We had two rooms with a fireplace in
one. Grandma had a knack of making a place homelike with
little ruffled curtains at the windows and a pretty quilt
she had pieced before we were married on the bed--the bed
tick was filled with clean corn husks and her mother and
grandmother had helped her make a piece of rag carpet for
the floor. We had some nice clean straw under that. I had
fixed up shelves and we had some good raw-hide bottomed
chairs. Everything was all right as it was with us."

"But the Bishop went on to tell me that the authorities
advised men who were able to take care of them to take
plural wives. He asked how I would feel about taking one of
his young sisters. I told him I would think about it. The
sister he mentioned was a pretty girl and lively I had
always enjoyed dancing with her and being in her company,
and I reasoned with myself that if I ought to take another
wife, she would be a nice one. After that I managed to be
around her whenever I could and finally came to feel that it
would be all right to marry her."

"One night I was just leaving a bishop's meeting when she
came out of the hall after choir practice or something, and
I walked home with her and held her hand and squeezed it
when I said good night. Her hand felt different from my
sisters' hands, too."

"That night Grandma and I were sitting on the edge of the
bed taking off our shoes when I said,'Melia how would it be
to have another woman in the family?', and before she could
say anything I hurried on to tell her what the bishop had
said and who he had suggested I marry. She just sat there
for a minute as if she was stunned. I'll never forget the
look that came in her black eyes. It wasn't an angry or a
puzzled look. It was a hurt look--as if I had struck her a
terrible blow. Then she started to cry. I thought she would
never stop sobbing and I couldn't comfort her."

"Then after awhile she stopped crying and quietly began to
plan as if it was all settled. She talked about the
arrangements we would have to make--what things the other
woman would have and so on. I didn't sleep much that night
and I'm sure she didn't either, but we didn't talk. The next
day I had to go on a business trip to another town. All the
way I kept thinking of that hurt look in Grandma's eyes and
her sobs. When I got back I went straight to the Bishop and
told him I couldn't do it. She later married my younger
brother and I'm sure we were all happier that way."

I could see that Grandpa was tired and that I must bring our
little journey into the past for that day to an end. But I
hoped to go with him at other times to his years of
merchandizing and farming after the Order discontinued. I
wanted to hear of his building a nice two story home as his
family increased to four sons and two daughters. I wanted to
remind him of his wonderful orchard with the bushels of
apples that he gave to everyone for miles around, and of the
sacks of flour and potatoes and other things he was known to
secretly leave on widows' doorsteps. I wanted especially to
ask him for some of the stories he could tell of experiences
during the years he was a probate officer and became known
throughout Southern Utah as a sort of "Father confessor" who
could get closer to young people in trouble often than their
own parents. I would like to absorb some of his philosophy
which has enabled him to meet the loss of a teen age son, a
beautiful daughter just merging into womanhood and a doctor
son just beginning his career, with courage and fortitude. I
would like to have him describe the early dreams he had for
his children and what he did to inspire and steer there
sons to eminence--the medical doctor who had achieved
success in a few short years of practice, a Ph D. professor
now serving humanity as a technical advisor in Iran, and an
internationally known electrical engineer directing the
famous Ryan laboratory at Stanford University.

I am sure that when I come to ask him about these aspects of
his life Grandpa will disclaim any credit to himself. His
unassuming manner is as outstanding a characteristic as his
amazing independence and will to go on being useful to the
very end of his allotted time. He will be ninety-eight in
October, 1957. He recently had an operation and spent six
weeks in a hospital. Two weeks after returning home he
astonished the neighbors by mowing the lawn, pushing the
mower with his hip

He reminds me of Tennyson's Ulysses. He, too, says in his
actions "How dull it is to pause, to make an end to rust
unburnished, as though to breath were life." He, too, has
the will "to strive to do and not to yield."

Since this was written Grandpa was in the Stockton hospital
in July 1957. when he had an operation and it was found he
had a growth which the doctors felt was unwise to remove.
They told his son and daughter that he had little time left.
After about 10 days he began to improve. He left the
hospital and is now up and around again. This doctor said to
his son "There have been seven wonders in the world. Now
there are eight. Your father is the eighth. He complained to
the doctor that he had made the incision for his operation
right where the handle of the lawn mower hits when he helps
his son-in-law mow the lawn. The doctor promised a foam-
rubber cushion for the mower.


V. LUCY ELIZABETH CARROLL HEATON, "The Other Woman" By Amy 
Carroll Stark, August 1965


In the spring of 1878, Jonathan Heaton, one of the United
Order's efficient young farmers, was laboring in a farm
about seven miles above Orderville.

One lovely day in May he noticed three wagons, two drawn by
horse teams and one by a yoke of oxen, coming down the
canyon. There was also a bunch of sheep driven by two small
boys.

"Some moving", he said to himself, and when they stopped
nearby. he went up to inquire their destination. He learned
that it was Brother Charles Carroll moving his family and
all his possessions to join the United Order at Orderville.

Was it the fact that Brother Carroll had a large family and
most of them girls that caused Jonathan to dream that night
that he married Lucy the second daughter, and that their
children came in even numbers--two boys, two girls, two
boys, two girls--all the way down the line. His dream came
true. And although he was then a young married man with two
children, he made Lucy his plural wife the next December
when she was sixteen years old. Those were the days when the
Church was building up its number by the process of plural
marriage and those entering this sacred order did so in
faith and absolute willingness to live this principle in
fairness and justice to all those vitally concerned.

Lucy lived at the Cotton Farm in Washington County. the
first two years of her married life, and almost all of her
life lived on farms or ranches.

Not long before she died, she said, "I have always tried to
do what Jonathan wanted me to do and live where it was for
his best interests."

Most of her life was spent on the Moccasin Ranch in Northern
Arizona. It was a sort of refuge for the polygamist families
during the dark days that this principle was on trial with
the United States Government.

As Lucy's children grew to school age, their education was
her greatest problem. While they were small, the most
efficient one of the women living at Moccasin was selected
to give free service in the school room but later when
Jonathan bought the ranch and Lucy Was there along with her
family, the problem had to be met as best they could. until
the time that Arizona included them in its school system.

Lucy has said that her greatest trial was to see her
children denied the advantages of the public schools and the
associations of the other children.

She was of a cheerful, hopeful disposition, however, and
always made the best of her circumstances.

She bought books and magazines and newspapers--the best
available within her means--that her children's minds might
be influenced by good literature. For years she bought the
Mutual Reading Course books and many educated people who
entered her home marveled to see the choice reading material
she had in her library.


As her children grew older, she had the satisfaction of
seeing most of them attend high school in Beaver, Cedar
City, and St.George.

There was much agricultural work to do at Moccasin with its
fruitful farms, orchards, and gardens, and in addition to
hired help, Jonathan often brought the older boys of his
first wife.

Will, the oldest son, has often been heard to give this
tribute to his other mother "I have lived in Aunt Lucy's
house for months at a time, year after year, and can
truthfully say she has treated me as her own son. She was as
good to me as she was her own children, and as good to me as
my own mother."

He often told this incident to illustrate her unselfishness
in dealing with her husband's other children. One afternoon
when she was mending shirts she found she was short of
patches that matched, so some of them had to be mended with
different colors. When she had finished them and held them
up for inspection, she found that she had put the matching
patches on her own son's shirt. "Without hesitation," Will
related, "she ripped off the patches and reversed them,
putting the matching patches on. my shirt and the odd ones
or, her own son's shirt."

Year after year she willingly put up fruit for both families
from the choice orchards at Moccasin. She knit a great deal
of beautiful lace in her spare moments for her own family,
and in addition gave some of the other family, each
daughter, some of the grandchildren enough lace for a pair
of pillow cases.

One of the other mother's grandsons was visiting at Moccasin
when he was at the age of high adventure--his early teens.
He came up missing one night and when dark came and later,
ten o'clock, then midnight, Lucy became very much worried.
She consulted the older boys and they thought perhaps he had
found a chance and gone home. The next day when he returned,
hungry and tired, but still excited about the adventures he
had encountered, she said., "Delaun Heaton, if you don't
quit your dare-devil escapades, you will be the death of me
yet." Then they had a good laugh together.

While rearing her own children and caring for others who
were frequently in her home, she was often up against
serious problems. Sickness and accidents come to all
families and her's was no exception.

"Many a time", she said, "I had no one to go to but the
Lord, and He has helped me out of many difficult situations.
He has inspired me to do things in sickness that I had never
before thought of. He never failed me."

Lucy was the personification of hospitality to all who
passed her way. Many times her house had been overflowing
with guests and if another came, she would laughingly say,
"There is always room for one more."

Even though she lived on a ranch most of her life, she kept
cheerful and hopeful. Her life touched intimately the lives
of a great many people of all ranks.

She drew around herself the finer things of life, both
materially and spiritually. She beautified her home and
surroundings, her windows were filled with interesting house
plants, her linen adorned with fine needle work. She loved
beautiful dishes, and her cupboard was full of them. She
often read aloud to her children and grandchildren.

In all her efforts toward the improvement of her home and
family, she had the willing cooperation of her kind and
efficient husband, He had thoughtful and genuine interest in
both of his families and it is a heart warming experience
whenever you see the affectionate meeting of the children of
his two wives.  They have always been welcome in each
other's homes, and each child greeted lovingly "the other
mother".


PIONEER MATRON CALLED TO REWARD, From the "Kane County 
Standard, Volume Six"

Lucy Elizabeth Carroll Heaton, who died July 20, at 
Moccasin, from heart trouble, was born at Heber City, March
18, 1862. She was the third child of Charles Negus and Kezia
Giles Carroll. She moved with her parents to Orderville when
she was a young girl in her teens and was married to
Jonathan Heaton, December 16, 1878.

Soon after their marriage Mr. and Mrs. Keaton moved to the
cotton farm in Washington County, where they remained for
two years. They then returned to Orderville, where they
lived until the United Order broke up. She and her husband
and family moved to Moccasin, Arizona, where she spent the
rest of her life, with the exception of a few winters, when
she took her children to Orderville to attend school.

The deceased was the mother of 11 children, all of whom
survive. She was the second to be called by death from a
family of 14 brothers and sisters, the youngest in this
family is 50 years of age. They, with the exception of one,
were all present at the funeral rites. Jonathan Heaton, her
husband, died 7 years ago, the sixth of August.

Funeral services for Lucy Elizabeth Carroll Heaton were held
at the Orderville L. D. S. Chapel, Thursday, July 22, at
3:00 P.M.. The services consisted of the following: Prayer,
Asa W. Judd, Fredonia; Song, "I Know That My Redeemer
Lives", Henry Chamberlain and the choir; Talk, Woodruff Rust
of Kanab Stake Presidency; Remarks, Edward T. Lamb, High
Councilman, Mt.Carmel; Duet, Lavon C. Blackburn and Velma B.
Carroll; Talk, Bishop Frederick Crook, Heber City; Remarks,
Daniel Heaton, St. George; Male Chorus, Mack Hoyt, LaVoy
Esplin, Orderville: Remarks, Ex-Bishop Edward J. Carroll,
Holden; Song, "God Be With You 'Till We Meet Again", choir;
Benediction.

Many beautiful tributes were paid the one, who had been
called, by the speakers, 'mother'. Woodruff Rust in his
remarks said, "There is one word in the English language
greater than any other, the word 'mother'. Now that she is
gone we will miss her invisible power. The balance wheel is
gone, may God give us power to follow the example laid for
us by Sister Keaton."

Edward T. Lamb spoke the sentiment of his father, Edward
Lamb, Senior, a fellow pioneer with Mrs. Keaton, when he
recalled her hospitality, cheerfulness, kindness and love
for all people. Individual and personal accounts were
related to demonstrate his point. "The life of service to
cow hands, sheep herders, the traveler, the tramp and the
authorities of the church as helping to build a pillar of
loyal strength is portrayed in the life of Sister Keaton."
The representation of Indians at the services as mentioned,
showed signs of respect and esteem was held by the Indians
of Moccasin for the deceased.

Frederick Crook of Heber City, a cousin to the deceased,
stated, "There are more relatives in Heber City, who are
mourners, than there are people in this house." He spoke of
the beauty, the power, the grandeur and the strength of a
good Latter-Day Saint family, of the Kingdom of God as
represented by the Moccasin Ward. "The King is gone, the
Queen passes on, but the Kingdom still remains."

Daniel Heaton told how Lucy Heaton, daughter of Alvin
Heaton, recently saw in a dream her father and mother in
conversation with Jonathan and Aunt Lucy Heaton, while
dining together. She had a warning of Sister Heaton's death.
"Aunt Lucy," he said, "treated church officials, political
leaders, sheep herders and travelers all with the same
smile, She was crowned a queen by the hundreds who knew
her."

Henry Esplin, a fellow pioneer, said, "Her reward is here
before us. What more achievement could one ask for? The
common things of life and the daily acts of kindness are
what builds success for us."

Edward Carroll, a brother of the one who had been called,
told the family history as being one of hardship and
service. There were 14 children in the Carroll family, one
died in infancy. This referring to the deceased, is but the
second death in this family in 63 years. All of her brothers
and sisters except one are here. All are active and happy, a
perfect example of moderation and activity in living the
Word of Wisdom. Three children and their grandchildren have
filled missions. All of her posterity are working actively
in the organizations of the Church."

The deceased was laid to rest in the Orderville cemetery.


VI. SARAH JANE CARROLL HEATON

Sarah Jane Carroll was born in Heber City, Utah, on February
2, 1864, the fourth child and third daughter of Charles
Negus Carroll and his wife, Kezia Giles Carroll. Jane, as
she was called, was baptized in Spring Creek by John
Horriks, and confirmed by George Thompson on August 25,
1872.

Two incidents are related about her childhood. While living
in Heber City, some relatives from Salt Lake City came to
visit. Jane went and got her Sunday shoes and was putting
them on when her father said, "Janey, I'll have to get a
cage and take you around to show off." Her mother came in
and made her take off the Sunday shoes, for they were not
allowed to wear Sunday shoes on week days. All her life she
took particular care of her shoes--she had nice ones, and a
nice foot to put them on.

When they first settled in Heber City, the grasshoppers came
so thick that a person could not even see the sun. About
dusk they would begin to settle. The children and others
would take willows and "shoo" the grasshoppers to the bottom
of the field to a sort of willow trap her father had fixed,
and they would settle on that, and then they would burn
them. This helped to save the wheat crop. Jane was about
seven or eight years old at this time.

Jane was fourteen years old when her father and family moved
to Southern Utah to join the United Order in Orderville.
They made the trip by ox team. At their new location all
engaged wholeheartedly in the activities of the United Order
living, and Jane and her sisters worked in the community
kitchen and dining room.

She had been in the new community less than a year when she
had a suitor, he being William H. Clayton of the neighboring
town of Glendale, who wrote to her on January 12, 1879.

It was one of her classmates at school in Orderville, Alvin
Franklin Heaton, who won her heart and hand. Jane turned
sixteen in February and on the following September 29, 1880,
she and Alvin were married in the St. George Temple.  They
traveled by team and stopped on the way to stay with her
married sister, Lucy Heaton, at the Cotton Farm in Dixie.

After their marriage, they moved into a new house which had
been built by the United Order, called the "Section" house.
Their first child, Esther, was born there on October 3,
1881. Jane's husband courted Miss Lucy Spencer, also, and
they were married on March 10, 1882. Lucy, too, lived a
short while in part of the "Section" house, which was a mile
down the valley from Orderville.

Before the next child, Martha (who was born on August 7,
1883), they had moved to the upper part of Orderville, where
the gardens and orchards were. They lived in the Garden
House, which was built for the gardener. Her husband was
called to supervise this part of the work. All the rest of
the children were born in the Garden House, where
Jane continued to live for over twenty-five years. Charles
Willard was born on January 30, 1886; Alvin Franklin on
November 25, 1890; Terrence Carroll on July 11, 1895 and
Gerald Frederick on September 16, 1899.

In June of 1886, her husband left to go on a mission for the
Church to West Virginia, leaving her with three little
children.

He returned home in 1888. While he was gone, his brothers,
chiefly Jonathan, helped to care for the family.

Her husband's other wife, Lucy, lived at Moccasin. Lucy's
twins, Lucy and Louisa, were born there, however, Baby
Louisa died at the age of one month, in January of 1896.
Her body was taken to Orderville where Jane prepared it for
burial. Two of her own children had previously passed away,
both having the disease diabetes--Esther died at the age of
eight in 1890, and Charles Willard passed away when he was
seven years old,in 1893.

The Garden House became the personal property of the Heatons
when the "Order broke up" sometime in the 1880's. I remember
seeing Grandma make the beds in the west bedroom, which was
one step down. Against the south wall was a dressing table
with a ruffled skirt. On the table stood two coal-oil lamps
with bright little ruffled covers over the tops of the
chimneys. One of Jane's nieces recalled the long lace
curtains in the parlor, and the rocking horse. There was a
stairway to the attic, and they kept the old sword in it's
scabbard there. Grandma loaned this sword so many times to
be used in theatricals that it became lost.

The twenty-fifth anniversary of the founding of the United
Order was celebrated with a great Jubilee. The celebration
was held in the newly-completed dance and theatrical hall in
July of 1900. Members of the general Jubilee committee were
as follows: Isaiah Bowers, Heber Meeks; Maria Porter, Jane
Keaton. Committee meetings were held in the Garden House.
They had one big dinner in the hall. At this dinner there
was so much food left, they put it in a box and passed it
around in the dance. They sent out invitations to all who
had lived in the United Order. Many people came.

Emma Seegmiller recorded in her "Personal Memories of the
United Order of Orderville",the following incident, as told
to her by her sister, Jane:

"A young boy and girl, Indians of the Moccasin Tribe, were
courting. A friendly St. George Indian came to visit with
them. He fell in love with the girl and she with him. They
ran off to St. George. The Moccasin Indian brought her back.
Her St. George lover followed. To decide the matter, she was
forced to run the gauntlet. She was handled roughly but not
seriously hurt. As soon as she broke through the line, she
ran to her St. George lover, who was then allowed to take
her home, This took place at Pipe Springs Point."

On September 5, 1900 Jane's daughter, Martha was married in
the St. George Temple to Francis Alvin Porter of Orderville.
My mother, Martha, has always lived in Orderville.

Jane's husband built for each of his wives a beautiful
frame house, painted white, each surrounded by lawn and
white picket fence, which are still beautiful today. Jane's
house was built a few years before her husband's death in
1910. There was also a barn for the livestock, and an
orchard and garden spot. This property, near where the
Garden House stood, was always kept in good condition. The
new home had a beautiful parlor, which contained her
treasures and keepsakes, and there were beautiful pictures
on the walls.

Jane had a treadle sewing machine, but she never did own a
washing machine. She scrubbed the clothes on a wash board
over the tub of billowing suds, and sang as she worked.

Her husband died at "The Green", where Lucy lived. He spent
the greater share of his married life with Lucy, who had, in
all, eight children.

In 1912, Jane's sister, Emma Seegmiller,went to Salt Lake
City with her son, Dan, who was leaving for his foreign
mission, and Jane accompanied them. Emma and Jane spent some
time in Salt Lake City and in Heber City, where they had
lived, visiting their many relatives. It must have been on
this trip that Jane attended the opera "Faust". She was a
great lover of the opera and drama, and she rehearsed the
story of the opera to her family and grandchildren after
returning.

Terrence and Gerald attended school at the Brigham Young
University Terrence also attended the Agricultural College
in Logan, and went on a mission to the Southern States. Her
oldest son, Alvin, married Bernice Hindmarsh of Provo on
October 5, 1917, and they had two children--Ronald, who died
in infancy, and Ferron. They lived in Provo. Terrence
married Mona Patterson of St. Johns, Arizona on May 12, 1920
and they had four sons--Pay, Jay, Max, and Bill. Gerald went
on a mission to New Zealand. He married Ione Huish of Provo
on December 12, 1923, and they had two children--Phil and
Ann Carroll. They have lived in Provo and Southern
California. In 1928 Martha's last child was born; her
children being Annie, Maria, Willard (who died in
childhood), Jane Norene, Esther, Elbert, Malcolm, Twila,
Laura, and Gerald.

The activities of the ward and community meant a great deal
to my grandmother, and she was an active participant. She
taught a class of young girls in the Mutual Improvement
Association. She was a Relief Society Visiting Teacher for
many years. She served on many committees for ward
celebrations, especially for the Fourth and Twenty-fourth of
July. She often gave refreshments to the members of the
brass band and the string band as they serenaded the town on
the mornings of those celebrations. She regularly attended
Sacrament Meeting and Sunday School until the time of her
death. Grandmother always attended the programs and home-
town dramas, and was a good critic of them, as well as
giving enthusiastic praise for performances well presented.
She loved to visit with her brothers and sisters and the
home of her mother was a favorite gathering place for the
sisters especially. On these occasions there were always
good conversations. Her youngest sister, Amy, recalled in
later years that their conversations centered around the
subjects of religion, politics, and character.


VII. MARY LOVINA CARROLL HEATON, by her daughter, Ester H. 
Lamb, 1960

The life of ninety-four years of Mary Lovina Carroll Heaton
covers a span from pioneering life in the United Order of
Orderville to the jet age and talk of travel into
outer space.

Mary Lovina Carroll The fifth of a family of four boys and
ten girls was born to Charles Negus and Kezia Giles Carroll
on September 4, 1866, at Heber City, Utah.

They were among the first families to settle in Heber City.
Lovina's first home was a log cabin, the stud walls of
which enclosed a large central living room with bedrooms on
each end and a summer kitchen. Here Lovina spent eleven
happy years of childhood. A thrifty, energetic father, a
wise, kind mother, and a flock of brothers and sisters
promoted democratic living and training in the principles of
Latter day Saint doctrine. As a child Lovina drove cows to
and from pasture, fed chickens, scoured knives and forks,
and helped mind the babies. The older children washed,
ironed, sewed, and mended. They were all active in community
living.

Because of the United Order having been organized in
Southern Utah by Brigham Young, Lovina' s father decided to
leave Heber City and join the Order. The trip was made in
May of 1878. Like all pioneers, they took their movable
possessions with them and traveled for three weeks to cover
the length of Utah. Upon arriving at Orderville, they turned
in to the storehouse all they owned and became trustworthy
members of this community family.

Lovina was just the right age to wait on tables in the huge
dining room where the whole population of 400 to 500 people
ate three meals a day. She helped scour the board tables,
the knives and forks, and floors. Cleanliness was a mighty
substitute for luxuries. Soon she was graduated to the
kitchen where she peeled potatoes and other vegetables,
washed dishes and floors. At planting and harvest time, she
worked in gardens and fields with other children her age.
There was always work to do, but it was lightened and spiced
by fun and recreation.

Also belonging to the Order was the Heaton family. The
youngest son, Fred Walker, was drawn to Lovina--a fact which
pleased her. When they were eighteen, they were married by
David Cannon in the St. George Temple on April 22, 1885. For
the first few years of their marriage they lived at
Moccasin, Arizona, where the Heaton brothers owned a ranch.
They also spent time in Orderville and on the Mountain North
farming and caring for livestock. They saved diligently from
their earnings, and in January of 1893, they moved into the
new home they had built on the east side of the valley on
land Fred had drawn when the Order dissolved.

To Lovina and Fred were born six sons and three daughters--
four of these sons died in infancy. With five children, they
worked, played, and loved, as was the order in all families
where the principles of the Gospel were taught and lived.

There was need for frugality, but they were never in want.
One by one the luxuries came, such as running water in the
kitchen to replace the rain barrel, gas, then electric
lights retired the kerosene lamp. But progress could not
improve on the utter cleanliness in which Lovina kept her
home and family. They farmed and owned live-stock.

Fred never was robustly strong, and on December 12, 1914, he
died. Lovina took up the work of two--caring for her family,
sacrificing, and managing. Thousands of hours did she spend
in service to the sick of the town, in making gifts for
friends and relatives, in lending a helping hand whenever
there was need.

In dedication she lived her religion and served in its
activities. Now at the age of ninety-four she is still
comfortable in the home built for her, having interest and
joy in living.


VIII. EMMA ISABELLA CARROLL SEEGMILLER

(Excerpts from her life history written by herself and
compiled for this writing by her daughter, Flora Seegmiller
Perry.)

I was born in Heber City, WasatCh County, Utah, on October
6, 1868, the sixth in a family of fourteen children. My
father, Charles Negus Carroll, was converted to the Gospel
in New Brunswick, Canada in 1853, and on May 10, 1854, he
left for Utah in charge of a company of Saints.

My mother, Kezia Giles, embraced the Gospel in Broxholm,
Lincolnshire, England,on March 4, 1854, and at the age of
thirteen, with her father's family--all of whom were
converts, came to America.

Father and Mother met in Provo and were married on February
4, 1857.

In the latter part of October of 1859, my parents moved to
Heber City and lived there for twenty years and helped to
build up the town of my nativity.

I was born in a three-room log house with a lean-to kitchen.
The house was well kept, as were the surrounding grounds and
vegetable garden.

Father was very much convinced of the correctness of the
principle of cooperation and made application for membership
in the organization of Orderville, which was granted. Then
came the move South. We were to live the "United Order". I
was then nine years old, Eating together was the most
unusual change to me, but I soon became adjusted to the many
changes. My parents never regretted joining the "United
Order". The influence left upon me has been a wholesome
factor in my life. When I became old enough, I was
privileged to act as a junior waitress at the tables, The
association and making friends with so many people in this
work left with me one of my most pleasant memories. Before
the company dissolved, I learned to spin and to braid and
sew straw hats. I, with other girls, gleaned wheat to earn a
little money to call our own. Time passed quickly and years
were added.

On November 30, 1889, I married Daniel Seegmiller at Diaz,
Chihuahua County, Old Mexico. The next one and one-half
years I spent in Salt Lake City attending the LDS College.
In January of 1891, I went to live at Pipe Springs in Mohave
County, Arizona, just across the border from Utah--a
rendezvous for victims of the Edmunds Tucker Law.

Pipe Springs, a pioneer fort, is the most desolate place I
have ever lived. It is situated on a point fronting an open
desert. There were mild, comfortable winters and beautiful
summers, and the association of lovely women, which
compensated for the many distracting situations encountered.

Two children were born at Pipe Springs--Daniel George on
July 14, 1891, and Sterling on May 21, 1893.

I do not know how we ever came out of some of the hard
Places that conditions forced on us, unless as Mother used
to say, "We do the best we can, and the Lord does the rest."

In November of 1894, my husband moved me to his home at
Upper Kanab, or "ranch" in Kane County, Utah. It was a
beautiful nook in the mountains. The summers were beautiful,
but the winters were long and bitterly cold, and the snow
fell deep. On this ranch was raised almost everything needed
for family consumption. Here was the advantage of living
where there was a Ward organization. I felt at last I had a
real home. Three children were born to me here: Adam C.,
June 1, 1895; Flora, September 8, 1897 and Paul Carroll,
March 14,1899 .

My husband's death occurred on July 23, 1899, which was a
sad blow to us all. In the year that followed his death, for
the sake of economy and company, I gave up housekeeping and
moved in with Aunt Mishie (a plural wife). In October of
1900, I moved to Orderville among my own people, into a home
taken in part payment for the ranch, I was now situated
comfortably in a good home with two city lots, one planted
to fruit, a good barn across the creek south of the house,
two cows, chickens, and pigs, brought from the ranch, also
some cattle and a few sheep, five acres of dry land farm on
which we raised corn, and $500 of stock in the Orderville
Coop Store.

Five children, ranging in age from nine to one and one-half
years, solely my responsibility, and the big struggle of my
life before me, yet the next seventeen years were the
fullest years of my life. It did help me to stand alone.
Yes, there has been development, but at what a cost. I am
sure I have given all the physical, mental, and moral force
I had for the upbringing of my children. I have toiled and I
have sweat, and I have prayed. Failures have been many, not
so much, I think, from lack of effort and desire, but from
human weakness and an inability to clearly understand. No
matter what the discouragement, hope and ambition always
came back with a bound .

I was now able to give active service to Ward activities,
religious and otherwise. The greatest thrill of my life came
when I sent two of my sons on missions, though I must work
and worry over the financial end, the rest of my children
in district or high school.

From the beginning of 1904 to January 1, 1915, I was a
teacher in the Sunday School of the First Intermediate
Class, teacher in the Theological Department from January
1,1915 to September 1915. By request I was transferred back
to the First Intermediate Department, which position I held
until September 1917. I took my five children, each in turn,
through this grade. I was class teacher in the senior class
of YLMIA from 1904 to 1910. I was chosen Second Counselor in
the Stake YLMIA, but did not function in this capacity, for
on November 11, 1904, I was chosen President of the
Orderville Relief Society, and served until the autumn of
1917. I was elected a member of the Orderville School Board
on July 12, 1909, and served as secretary until July 12,
1915, at which time the schools of the county consolidated.

As a girl, I was Secretary of the Primary Association from
January 31, 1885 to 1889, also Secretary for the Sunday
School for several years.

I held the office of Sunday School teacher and Relief
Society President for thirteen unbroken years, or until I
moved from the Ward. This was truly the period of my
greatest activity. It was the noon-day of my life.

I was contented with my life and work in Orderville, but the
children began to get restless. We sold our property and
moved to Cedar City, Iron County, Utah, where my children
previously had been attending high school at the B.A.C.,
thereby enabling part of them to continue on in their
education. We left Orderville September 14, 1917, by team.
We bought a comfortable home and began a new life. As my
children came one by one, they now began to leave one by
one, and in a few years were all married. My family circle
was gone, and five others were being formed.

I continued to work in the organizations that had given me
so much comfort in the past. I was sustained Second
Counselor in the Cedar West Ward Relief Society in the
summer of 1919, and worked in this capacity until 1924, was
a Visiting Teacher the following two years, teacher in
Mutual from 1923 to 1926, then again after the Ward was
divided in 1926. One year I was teacher in the adult
class. Again, I was appointed to the Relief Society Stake
Board. I was secretary two years in the first County
organization of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers (1990 to
1922) before any local camps were organized.

Because of eye weakness, it was necessary to decline a
number of both civic and religious opportunities to serve.

I was married to Myron D. Higbee in the Salt Lake Temple on
April 2, 1927--a marriage for Time only. I had been a widow
for twenty-eight years.

The association with his family has been pleasant. Brother
Higbee died August 5, 1932.

There is an aching loneliness when husband and children have
all gone out of the home, but with all, a reasonable
happiness and contentment still give life a zest and an
interest as the shadows of evening approach.


A Final Word To My Mother S Life Sketch

(By Flora Seegmiller Perry, daughter)

Mother lived eighteen years after she completed the sketch
of her life in 1936. She continued to live a rich and full
life. Her activities continued in both civic and Church
affairs, so far as her declining years permitted.

After the death of Brother Higbee, much of her time was
spent in doing Genealogy work and writing sketches and
articles of great interest to herself and a treasure of
valuable [history].


IX. FREDERICK GILES CARROLL
SON OF CHARLES NEGUS CARROLL AND KEZIA GILES CARROLL.

Frederick Giles Carroll, second son and seventh child in a
family of fourteen children, was born September 4, 1870 in
Heber City, Utah. When he was eight years old. the family
moved to Southern Utah where they joined the United Order in
Orderville, Kane County, Utah, turning in all their physical
assets and living in the communal life of that community
When the Order disbanded the family settled on a small farm
just south of town.

In November 1890, Frederick married Clara Isabella Esplin
who bore him seven children, four of whom still live.
Frederick had a few acres of land and was an excellent
farmer, but soon branched into the livestock business, first
in partnership with his brother George, then in later years
with his own two sons.

He was active in community and church affairs. He was a
member of the school board, was a County Commissioner for a
number of years, and was active in road building in the
county. He went on a mission for the Church in 1892 to the
Central States; also went on a stake mission to Wasatch
Stake where he was able to renew family lies with the
various branches of the family. He held various jobs in the
Church auxiliary organizations, for nine years was a
counselor to the Kanab Stake President, then was patriarch
until his death on December 1, 1946, in Orderville, Utah.

He was a quiet, reserved man. Though limited in formal
education he expressed himself well and was always alert to
the problems in the development of the community and state,
and was interested in his fellow man. In his funeral
services he was eulogized by all the speakers as being a man
whom they dearly loved.

Prepared August 1965


X. GEORGE FRANKLIN CARROLL

George Franklin Carroll was born at Heber City, Wasatch
County, Utah, on August 20, 1872, a son of Charles Negus and
Kezia Giles Carroll. In the late 1870's, while still a
child, his father moved with his family from Heber City to
Orderville, Kane County, Utah. At this time the Latter-day
Saints were being called to Orderville to help establish the
United Order of Zion.

The Carroll family was a large one, consisting of the
father, mother, nine girls,and four boys.

Father spent his young boyhood and grew to manhood in
Orderville. As a boy he helped on the community farm
operated in the Order, and with the care and herding of the
livestock.

He married Clarissa Amy Terry on February 3, 1892, in the
St. George Temple. Soon after, he left to serve on a Latter-
day Saint mission to the Southern States. During his absence
and after his return, the little family lived with
Grandmother Susan Heaton until after the first two children,
Susan and Vivien, were born. They then bought a larger two-
story home from a brother, Charles W. Carroll, who, with his
family, had moved to Provo, Utah.

Our family lived in Orderville where Father was a stockman,
sheep man, and farmer until 1903. At this time they moved to
Provo, Utah, where they engaged in a dairy business for a
year. They then purchased a farm on Provo Bench, now known
as Orem.

In moving from Southern Utah, our parents not only wished to
improve our financial condition, but to move to a community
where we children might obtain a higher education than that
afforded us in the small community in which we lived.

While living in Orem, Father was Water Master for about six
years. He served on the Old Folk's Committee for many years.
At the time of his death, he held the office of Seventy in
the Latter-day Saint Church.

Father had many admirable characteristics that endeared him
to those who knew him. He was good-natured and had a rich
supply of humor. He was generous and charitable. He
possessed a personal magnetism that drew homeless boys like
stray kittens to share our home with us.

Father died on November 21, 1949, at the Utah Valley
Hospital in Provo. Ten children were born into our family--
seven girls and three boys. A tiny daughter, Vilate, and the
first son, Franklin, died in infancy--Vilate when she was
only a few weeks old, and Franklin when he was thirteen
months old. The eldest daughter, Susie, died in the 1918
epidemic of influenza which occurred that year.


XI. ELEANOR CARROLL

Eleanor Carroll was born January 25, 1876, at Heber City,
Utah, daughter of Charles Negus and Kezia Giles Carroll. She
came to Orderville, Utah, with her parents, brothers and
sisters in May 1878, to live in the United Order being
practiced there. She was married to James Christian
Bolander, a Danish emigrant, in the St. George Temple 13 Dec
1908 by David H. Cannon, and made their home in Orderville
except for a brief time when they lived at Alton, Kane
County.

They were the parents of five children, all boys; Joseph
Christensen, Giles Hushinson, Reed Carroll, Edward Charles
and William Carroll. Edward Charles died in infancy and Reed
died in 1953 in Salt Lake City leaving a wife and six
children.

The four sons who lived to maturity all filled missions for
the Church, Joseph in the Southern States, Giles, Western
States, Reed, Northwestern States and William in Denmark.
Joseph and Giles at this writing (1960) are Bishops of their
wards. William is a bishop's counselor. Reed served for many
years in the Seventies presidency in Salt Lake.

Mother died March 28, 1967, at Cedar City, after being a
widow for 11 years. She is buried in the family plot at
Orderville. She was a sincere, faithful, hard working woman
whose main interests were her family and church.

Prepared August 1965


XII. EDWARD CARROLL

Edward and his twin sister, Eleanor, were born January 23,
1875 in Heber City, Utah. he being the youngest of four sons
of Charles Negus and Kezia Giles Carroll, When three years
old, he moved with the family to join the United Order, at
Orderville, in the southern part of the State. He liked
school and was active in class participation and sports. His
youthful ambitions were to be a doctor or a lawyer. but he
ended up being a farmer and merchant.

He married Maria Bowers, and brought her to the farm to
live. To them were born two sons, one dying in infancy.
Their oldest son Giles, however, presented them with eleven
grand-children to insure the growth of his posterity in the
earth. After the death of his first wife, he married her
younger sister, Lillian.

He was very active in church and civic affairs. He was
chosen superintendent of the Sunday School when nineteen
years of age and soon afterward superintendent of the Young
Mens Mutual Improvement Association. He served many years
guiding and teaching the youth of the community. In their
theatrical productions, he was for years, their manager,
prompter and instructor. He was a natural leader, congenial,
enthusiastic and dependable.

He served efficiently in the Kanab Stake Presidency of M. I.
A., for over ten years as Orderville Ward Bishop, many years
in the High Counsel, and several years a Stake Patriarch. He
was also a long time school trustee and Justice of the
Peace, and served on innumerable committees and boards.

He resigned from the Bishopric to move to Holden, in Millard
County, to take over a dairy farm stocked with blooded
Holstein. After a few years he was asked by the Kanab Stake
Presidency to return to Orderville to be manager of the
Stake Welfare Project. He built a comfortable home, with an
orchard and garden, in which he spent his remaining years.
Until he died of a heart attack at the age of 82, he was
still serving actively in public affairs, as Stake Welfare
manager, Patriarch, and Juvenile Judge.


XIII. JULIA MAY CARROLL CHAMBERLAIN, by Irene Chamberlain 
Palmer, May 2, 1960 

Julia May Carroll was born in Heber City, Wasatch County,
Utah, on May 1, 1877. She was the twelfth child of Kezia
Giles and Charles Negus Carroll. She was one year old when
the family moved to Orderville to join the United Order.

Hers was a happy childhood, playing and working with her
brothers and sisters on the "Section" farm. Rain or shine,
the Carroll children walked a mile to school each day.
Punctuality was a family virtue. Being late for school would
have constituted a major catastrophe. Julia remembered well
a certain day when she was very young and she and George
were almost late. As they hurried along, she pleaded with
her brother,"please, let's stop and kneel down and pray."
George's answer shocked her; "No, we haven't time. We've got
to run." He gave her a shove and run they did.

Julia was justly proud of her parents and their exemplary
lives. I quote from her writing; "When I think of my noble
heritage, my heart thrills with gratitude and pride. We were
taught the principles of the Gospel by the fireside hearth,
and our faith and testimonies were strengthened by precept
and example. I am thankful I am living when the Priesthood
is on the earth so I can enjoy its blessings.

When Julia had grown to young womanhood, she met Howard
Chamberlain. The setting for this meeting was the "Factory"
on the Thomas Chamberlain farm, six miles from Orderville.
At this factory, yarn was spun and woven into cloth which
supplied the needs of the people of that locality. On the
day Charles Negus Carroll brought his family to tour the
factory and purchase a supply of woolen goods, Howard, dark-
haired, handsome, was busily working at the loom. When he
saw the smiling, brightened Julia coming toward him, he
became so excited that he kept breaking threads as fast as
he could untie them. The other workers asked him what was
the matter, but he was too bashful to say anything. It was
mutual love at first sight, the beginning of a romance which
resulted in their happy marriage in the Salt Lake Temple on
October 8, 1897.

The wedding trip to Salt Lake was an adventure indeed.
Accompanied by members of their families, they traveled in a
buggy as far as Marysvale, where they boarded the train for
Salt Lake City. They were married in the Temple by Apostle
Francis M. Lyman. After the wedding, they returned to
Marysvale on the train. There they separated from their
folks, who went home in the buggy. The young honeymooners
were instructed to bring hence from Marysvale a wagon load
of nails, sugar, and other supplies for the store which
Howard's father owned in Kanab. A comfortable bed was made
by placing bed springs atop the load of freight.

The care-free, happy journey was of days duration. All went
well until they reached the "Divide". When almost to the top
of that, trouble began. It was raining hard and the road was
very muddy. The wagon was heavily loaded and the wheels sank
deeper and deeper. Even if the mules had been in good humor,
it would have been an almost impossible task to pull the
wagon, but to make matters worse, they decided to "balk".
Howard tried everything he knew to keep them pulling, but to
no avail. They were hopelessly stuck. It was dark, and life
looked dismal indeed. The rain was increasing along with the
anxiety of the bridegroom. He decided there was only one
thing to do--go for help. So he made his bride as
comfortable as possible, unhitched the mules, tied one to
the wagon wheel, mounted the other, and rode away for help,
trying to conceal from Julia the worry he felt over leaving
her on that lonely mountain road. Old Bell, the mule, was
lonely, too, after her partner, Jack had left her. She began
braying loudly and pulled so hard trying to get away, that
she almost upset the wagon.

After Howard had been gone for some time, the mail carrier
came along in his buggy and stopped to investigate, but when
he saw the young woman alone, crying, he feared he might
frighten her more than ever if he spoke to her, so went on
his way. After what seemed many hours to Julia, Howard
returned, bringing a rancher and a fresh team of horses to
deliver them from their plight and send them safely on the
road again.

The couple lived in Kanab where Howard worked in his
father's store. Their first two children, Kezia Ann and
Irene, were born in Kanab. They then moved to Provo bench
(now Orem), where Howard and his father had purchased a
large fruit farm. Their third child, Genevieve, was born
there. In a few years, they moved back to Southern Utah and
made their home in Orderville where Howard engaged in
farming and sheep-raising. One son, Howard Carroll, was born
to them in Orderville. He lived only three days.

In 1918, they moved to Cedar City Utah to give their girls
an opportunity to attend the Branch Agricultural College
(now CSU). Howard eventually sold his sheep, bought a small
grocery store, later sold blankets and men's suits. Wishing
to be at home more of the time, he decided to learn the
barber trade. He operated a successful barber shop in Cedar
City until shortly before his death in 1950. He and Julia
devoted their lives to rearing their three daughters and
working in the Church. Howard filled a mission in England
from 1910 to 1912.

Julia worked in the MIA and Relief Society in Orderville,
and as Relief Society Secretary, counselor in MIA, and
Primary President in Cedar City. Her love for children and
for Primary work inspired her to write a poem entitled "The
Joy of Primary Work", which was published in the Children's
Friends magazine.

Poetry writing was her favorite hobby. At age eighty-two her
"rhymes" as she called them, still gladdened the hearts of
Friends and neighbors, children and grandchildren for whom
she wrote.

Julia was punctual dependable, loyal, honest, industrious
cheerful. Her love of the Gospel, prayerfulness, faith in
the healing power of the Priesthood, were paramount in her
nature. She was a source of inspiration to those who knew
her and worked with her.

She and Howard enjoyed their children and their eighteen
grandchildren to the fullest extent. They were very proud to
have four of their grandchildren go on missions for the
Church--Paul Palmer to the East Central States, Brent Palmer
to the Southern States, Marilyn MacFarlane to Eastern
Canada, and Howard Esplin to Texas-Louisiana.

Julia and Howard celebrated their golden wedding anniversary
on October 8, 1947. They had dinner with all their children
and grandchildren, and received friends and neighbors in the
afternoon. They said that was the happiest day of their
lives.


XIV. AMELIA CARROLL HEATON, An Autobiography, 1880 - 1960

At the time of my birth, March 28, 1880, my parents, Charles
Negus and Kezia Giles Carroll, were living in the United
Order in Orderville, Kane County, Utah.

The house I was born in was a lowly, lumber dwelling but the
home it sheltered was an abode of peace, filled with
healthy, happy boys and girls.

In this home we were taught the virtues that develop true
Latter-day Saints. We shared in the responsibility of the
home according to our age. We were taught the principle of
punctuality, and dependability was our watch-word. Later in
life when I was called to a position of leadership, the
Bishop said to me: "Dependability, punctuality and
spirituality are the qualities I look for when choosing a
leader. I am sure you have them." I silently gave a prayer
of thanks to my dear, departed parents.

In those days, we had no Jones' to keep up with. We all
dressed modestly and moderately, and during the time we
lived in the United Order, most of our clothing was made
from cloth and yarn spun in the woolen factory that belonged
to the Order, and our shoes were made in the local shoe
shop, the leather being tanned in the town-owned tannery.

I was the thirteenth of a family of fourteen children when I
was born This background gave me a love and desire for a
large family, and my early ambition was to have as many
children as did my mother.

In my early teens, I read the Bible through and decided then
to name my boys Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. When my first
boy was born, I changed my mind and called him Linden, for
the stately linden trees my mother loved in her childhood in
dear old England.

One of my first great thrills came when I was baptized on
April 22, 1888, in the cool waters of the creek that ran
through the town.

When I was yet a small child, the United Order was
discontinued, and Father moved his family onto a farm one
mile south of Orderville. This farm was called "The
Section", and through the years this place became to us "The
Dearest Spot on Earth". Here we grew and played and worked;
from this home we walked one mile to school, where we were
taught the fundamentals of education. Through the efforts of
efficient teachers, the class I was in was the first to have
graduation exercises in Orderville, and with pride and
gaiety ve went forth to meet the marvelous experiences of
life.

Not long after this graduation, I decided to enroll in the
School of Matrimony, and on September 5, 1900, I began my
studies in that field, with Joseph W. Heaton as my roommate.
I majored in Home Management, but the minors have been so
many and so varied that there has been no time to prepare
for
another graduation.

My first five children were born in Orderville--Joseph
Linden on July 27, 1901, Bessie on June 1, 1904, Amy on
September 20, 1906, and Lorene and Lucille (twin girls) on
December 7, 1909.

My dreams of having a large family were becoming real, and I
was very happy with my little family, but during the month
of February of 1910, the four little girls died of whooping
cough. Do hearts break, or can just a portion of your life
die? Does God give such tests as part of your graduation to
teach you to say, "Thy will be done"? "Sometime, somewhere,
we'll understand."

In the fall of 1910, we bought a farm in Alton, Utah, and
with many a heart pang and fond memories, we moved from the
town of our birth, and again began to plan for the future.
Here were born to us four children--Charles Carroll on March
10, 1911, Genevieve on May 19, 1913, Lorraine on October 2,
1915, and Verna on February 18, 1918.

In this little town we learned the "Crafts and Trades" of
pioneering, and developed the responsibility of helping to
officer and teach in the newly organized auxiliaries of the
Church, as also in the social and civic functions of a new
community.

There is nothing like pioneer life to draw people together
in the bonds of friendship, and we truly loved one another,
but the snows fell deep in the little valley and the winds
blew chill, the winters long.

With a family of little school children, we decided to make
another move, this time to a warmer clime: so we sold our
possessions in Alton and bought a farm in Hurricane, Utah,
and moved in November of 1920, again leaving many friends
and memories to fade into the past, but not to be forgotten.
Soon new friends, new interests, and new responsibilities
became a part of our lives. Weldon William, our youngest,
was born on April 30, 1921, and as the children grew and
time passed, our lives began to mold into the pattern of
these people until now this is "Home, Sweet Home" to us, and
we love it. We have six children, twenty-seven grand-
children, and twenty-three great-grand-children.

Our children have all been married in the Temple, and all
hold positions of trust in the Church and the community. I
am a charter member of the Hurricane Camp of the Daughters
of
Utah Pioneers, and was Captain when our pioneer marker was
built, and helped to gather rock for its erection, and had
the honor of conducting the District Convention when the
marker was dedicated, and reported it at the State
Convention held on the Roof Garden of the Hotel Utah, Salt
Lake City.

I have served in the Primary as teacher, Assistant
Secretary, Counselor, and President. I have been a teacher
in different classes in Sunday School. At different times, I
have been Relief Society leader in all the departments. I
have also been Counselor in the Stake Relief Society,
serving in the different departments. I have been a Visiting
Teacher most of my married life, and I still enjoy my
monthly visits to the women of my ward.

On September 5, 1940, I was called to labor as a Stake
Missionary, and for nearly two years I was able to enjoy
this work. The climax of my Church activities came in 1954,
when I was called to labor for two days or more each week in
the St. George Temple. This is certainly a labor of love,
and now at the age of eighty I enjoy the work more each day.
I have begun to realize more fully that step by step we are
preparing for our glorious graduation.

"Finish each day and be done with it. Tomorrow is a new day
begin it well and serenely, and you will be doing your
best."


XV. AMY CARROLL STARK

Amy, the youngest of the fourteen children of Charles Negus
and Kezia Giles Carroll, was born December 30, 1882, in
Orderville, Utah. Living on a farm a mile from town, she
walked the distance to school from the day she started until
she graduated, except, of course, in the most extreme
weather. Pioneer conditions were improving, and while there
were sacrifices, there were also comforts and opportunities.

She attended high school at the Branch Normal in Cedar City,
which was then a subsidiary of the University of Utah. After
graduation, she taught school in her hometown for four
years.

She began her Church activities early in life as Treasurer
of Primary and teacher of the first Kindergarten organized
in the Ward Sunday School. She also served many years as a
teacher of teenagers in the same organization. She was twice
President of the Young Ladies Mutual Improvement
Association, serving eight years in all. For two years she
was President of the Kanab Stake Young Ladies Mutual
Improvement Association. She served several years on the
Kanab Stake Relief Society Board--first as teacher in the
Visiting Teacher's Department, then later in the Literature
Department.

She was married in the St. George Temple on August 13, 1915,
to Ephraim George Stark, a convert to the Gospel from
Portsmouth, England. To them were born two children--Kezia
Ann and Marden George Stark. Kezia lives in Fredonia,
Arizona, and Marden in Modesto, California. They each have
four children. Both they and their families are diligent
workers in the LDS Church and in civic affairs of their
communities.

Aside from her teaching activities, Amy, perhaps more than
any other person in Orderville, has written for local
occasions, such as tributes for funerals, orations for
patriotic occasions, pageants, essays and poetry for
literary productions, valedictory addresses, and has
furnished topic and lesson material for the many who
constantly come to her for help. She and her sister, Emma,
have been responsible for gathering the historical and
genealogical material for Kezia Giles Carroll branch of the
Giles family.

THE END