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Jacob G Bigler 1813-1907 Nancy Ann Keller 1836-1900

Jacob Bigler

Jacob G. Bigler

Born 4 Apr 1813 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia

Parents: Mark Bigler and Susannah Ogden

Polygamist, he married 5 times

Jacob Bigler

1) Mary Ann Boggess (Burgess) 19 Apr 1841(she died in Nauvoo)

No children listed

2) Amy Lorette Chase 18 Jun 1844 Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois

Children with Amy: Jacob, David, Abner, Mary Ann, Mark, Amy, Charles, Susannah, James, Alice

3) Amelia (Armelia) Caroline Mangum 12 Feb 1852

Children with Amelia: Don, Amelia, Eliza

4) Nancy Ann Keller 25 Nov 1855 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

5) Eliza Cannon 10 Oct 1867

No children listed

Emigrated: to Utah with Lorenzo Johnson Company in 1852

This is a photo of Jacob G. Bigler's house in Nephi, Utah taken in 1981 shortly before it was torn down. On the left you can barely see the corner of the small house where one of his other plural wives lived. The "Bigler rose" is on the right side of this picture. Jacob G. Bigler brought the cutting for it with him across the Great Plains and it was the first rose bush in Nepi, Utah.

Jacob's headstone

Died 23 Feb 1907 Nephi, Juab, Utah

Buried 26 Feb 1907 Vine Bluff Cemetery, Nephi, Juab, Utah Plot: Vb_B_3_1_18

Below article (which didn't have the picture) is from the Deseret Evening News, Wednesday February 27, 1907:

NEPHI FUNERAL OF JACOB G. BIGLER

Honored Patriarch Closes Eventful Career at Ninety-four

Special Correspondence Nephi, Juab Co. Feb 26. --

The funeral of Patriarch Jacob G. Bigler was held today in the Nephi tabernacle and was attended by a very large number of relatives and friends who came from far and near to pay respect to one of the oldest and most highly esteemed members of the Church, the deceased being in his 94th year. President Joseph F. Smith was the principal speaker, other prominent speakers were Elders George Albert Smith and Angus M Cannon.

All of them paid high tributes to the memory of Patriarch Bigler and in discoursing on the principles of the resurrection, spoke in a comforting manner to those who survive the venerable man. Mrs. Bathsheba W. Smith, president of the Relief societies of the Church, and a sister of the deceased patriarch, was also present.

Father Bigler leaves a large number of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, being related to about half the population of Nephi.

Jacob G. Bigler was born in Virginia in 1813. He moved to Missouri in the pioneer days of that state. He joined the Mormon Church in 1838 and was a zealous advocate of the new faith. He shared in the vicissitudes of the Church in Missouri and Illinois, and assisted in building the temple in Nauvoo in the latter state. At the expulsion of the saints from Illinois he shared in the exodus and was bishop of Kanesville, Iowa, one of the recruiting settlements founded by the pioneers on the way to Utah. He came to Utah in 1850, remaining in Salt Lake City until 1852, when he came to Nephi and established his permanent home. He participated in the Walker and Black Hawk Indian wars, was bishop of Juab, was six times a member of the territorial assembly and was mayor of Nephi in 1861. From 1854 to 1876 he was probate judge in Juab county and in 1869 was a member of the territorial council. When the settlements of Juab county were organized into the Juab stake, he was chosen as its first president. He was ordained patriarch in 1878 and retained that position in the Church until his death.

Elder Bigler performed a mission to Ireland, where he was in charge of the branch of the Church and was in charge of the European mission in 1862
Sources

Family Search
ancestry.com
http://www.farwesthistory.com/

Picture: http://www.findagrave.com/

Deseret Evening News, Wednesday February 27, 1907

Utah Pioneers Book p. 302

Nancy Ann Keller Bigler

Nancy Ann Keller

Nancy's headstone

Born 9 Nov 1836 Log Creek, Caldwell, Missouri

Parents Alva Keller and Roxcy Lucina Elliott

Died 9 Nov 1900 Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah
Buried: Brigham City Cemetery, Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah
Note: Plot: B-18-5-3

Sources

Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/32106778/nancy-ann-bigler

CHILDREN

Roxcy L Bigler Blackburn

Roxcy Lucina Bigler

Born 9 Nov 1856 Nephi, Juab, Utah

Married Thomas Henry Bark Blackburn 8 Jun 1874 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

Died 12 Feb 1899 Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah

Roxcy's Death notice

Buried 15 Feb 1899 Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah

Sources

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/25284359/roxcy-lucina-blackburn
Family Search
ancestry.com

Roxcy's headstone

2 comments:

Uncle K2July 27, 2011 at 4:30 PM
Third wife's name was correctly spelled "Armelia" (with an r) not Amelia.

George was not his middle name. He only had a middle initial G, (although his son's middle name was George)--per Keith Brough
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CJ SmithJuly 28, 2021 at 2:01 PM
His first wife had a child born in the spring, that only lived 10 days. I will look up his name and post it. Then his first wife died in the fall.
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From a Funeral Program

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not for too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone

It's all part of the Master's plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the hills we know

And bury your sorrow among the trees

Miss me, but let me go.

The Line

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

I'm My Own Grandpa

Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I got married to a widow
who was as pretty as could be.
She had a grown up daughter
who had a hair of red.
My father fell in love with her
and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother -in-law to dad
and so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother to the widow's grown-up- daughter,
who of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild.
and every time I think of it,
it simply makes me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

Quotes from the Prophets

President Gordon B Hinckley: "It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future. It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead. It is good to reflect upon the work of those who labored so hard and gained so little in this world, but out of whose dreams and early plans so well nurtured, has come a great harvest of which we are the beneficiaries. Their tremendous example can become a compelling motivation for us all, for each of us is a pioneer in his own life."

President Spencer W Kimball: "I hope to see us dissolve the artificial boundary line we so often place between missionary work and temple and genealogical work, because it is the same great redemptive work!"

President Joseph Fielding Smith: " The responsibility on behalf of our kindred dead rests with equal force on all, according to our individual ability and opportunities...the greatest and grandest duty of all is to labor for the dead."

The Passing of the Pot (Chamber Pot)

As far back in childhood
As memory may go
One household vessel greets me
That wasn't made for show
Beneath the bed twas anchored
Where only few could see
But served the entire family
With equal privacy
Some called the critter Peggy
And some the thundermug
And others called it badger
A few called it jug
To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt
But heaven help the person
Who had to take it out
Our big one was enormous
And would accomodate
A watermelon party
Composed of six or eight
When nights were dark and rainy
It was a useful urn
On icy winter mornings
The cold rim seemed to burn
At times when things were rushing
And business extra good
Each took his turn a waiting
Or did the best he could
Sometimes when in a hurry
To our disgust and shame
We fumbled in the darkness
And slightly missed our aim
The special one for company
Was decorated well
But just the same it rendered
That old familiar smell
Today this modernism
Relieves me a lot
And only in my vision
I see that homely pot.
(author unknown)

Poem about ancestors

Though steep is the path I follow today,
The footprints of time will show me the way.
For many have traveled a smiliar road,
And carried an equal of heavier load.

No troubles I face are new to this earth,
That man has not faced from time of his birth.
The route has been charted and roads have been paved
By legions before me who were stalwart and brave.

Their steps never faltered nor courage grew dim,
For they trusted the Lord and let Him led them.
If my faith and my trust remain steadfast and true,
God will guide and protect me in all that I do.
- Dolores Karides

The Elusive Ancestor

I went searching for an ancestor.
I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place
and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned.
He mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to
take the US census

He always kept his luggage packed,
This man who had no fame,
and every 20 years or so,
This rascal changed his name.
No one else inthis world is
searching for this elusive man,
so I play "Gene-solitaire"
To find him, if I can!

I'm told he's buried in a plot,
with tombstone he was blessed;
but the weather took engravings,
and some vandals took the rest.
He died before the county clerks
were appointed to keep records
No family Bible has emerged -
In spite of all my efforts.

To top it off, this elusive ancestor
who has caused me many groans -
left me even one more challenge:
He brothed a lady,
by the name of "Jones"!
(Got this from a publication
put out by the DUP organization
that names the author: Merrell Kenworthy)

Poem: Heaven's Door

If I should go before you,

If life on earth were through;

I'll stop just inside Heaven's door,

and there I'll wait for you.

You've but to look 'cross star filled skies,

Past the moon and then beyond;

To know my leaving could never break,

This heart's undying bond.

And if you should go before me,

If your journey on earth were through;

You know I will be close behind,

I'll never be far from you.

Across the span of time and space,

This love will reach this far;

For you'll always carry a bit of my heart,

No matter where you are.

Allison Chambers Coxsey©1995 ~ All Rights Reserved

Which Shall It Be? by Adelaide Proctor

Which shall it be?

"Which shall it be? Which shall it be?
I looked at John and John looked at me,
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak:
˜Tell me again what Robert said,"
And then I, listening, bent my head.
This is his letter:˜I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given."

I looked at John's old garments worn;
I thought of all that he had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing, could not share;
I thought of seven young mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

˜Come, John,said I,
We'll choose among them as they lie
Asleep. So, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band:
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby, slept.
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in a loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: ˜Not her!"

We stooped beside the trundle bed,
And one long ray of twilight shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so beautiful and fair;
I saw on James rough, red cheek
A tear undried. E'er John could speak,
He's but a baby, too," said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient, Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace.
˜No, for a thousand crowns, not him!"
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son”
Turbulent, restless, idle one”
Could he be spared?
Nay, He who gave
Bade us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart could be
Patient enough for such as he;
˜And so," said John, ˜I would not dare
To take him from her bedside prayer."

Then stole we softly up above,
And knelt by Mary, child of love;
˜Perhaps for her ˜twould better be,"
I said to John. Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in a wilful way,
And shook his head: ˜Nay, love, not thee,
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad,
So like his father. ˜No, John, no!
I cannot, will not, let him go."

And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterward toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed,
Happy in truth that not one face
Was missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in heaven."