Polly Patten (Childs)
Comments: Patten, Archibald was mentioned on the Continuing Church Record and also the Daily Log of Persons at Nauvoo. Polly was a child of the family at this time!
Patten, Archibald - Father of Polly Patten
Spouse: Salisbury, Abigail
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Polly Patten (Childs)
Came to Utah in 1852
Filed by her Great Granddaughter
of Camp Hobble Creek
Daughters of Utah Pioneers
Written by Nora Weight
Polly Patten Childs, wife of Moses Childs and daughter of Archibald Patten and Abigail Sailsbury, was born at New Port, Herkermer Co., New York, December 27, 1814. Her grandparents were Benoni Patten and Edith Cole, parents of David Wymen Patten who was slain in the battle of Crooked River by the mobbers who were persecuting the Mormon people.
Polly's parents and their family immigrating to Utah previous to her coming, suffered extremely at Montrose, Indian Territory, Ill. While camping there with John Patten's family, brother of David and Archibald, which numbered fourteen in one log room, they were bereft of two of their daughters. Eunice died first on Thursday evening, February 22, 1844 with smallpox. On the following Tuesday morning February 27, 1844 Melissa died of consumption.
Polly received a letter from her sister, Adelia and her mother Abigail which read;
We have not yet learned where Archibald and Abigail died. They never reached Utah, however. Polly's brothers were John Riley, Henery Melvin, Archibald Shurbray and Charles Wallace; the sisters were Edith Adelia, Eunice Abigail, Louisa, and Melissa.
Polly, married Moses Childs, July 1834, in Jefferson Co., New York. She was baptized into the L.D'.S. Church, August 4, 1834 in Jefferson Co., New York. Some years later with four daughters, Abigail Ardilla, Betsy Arathusia, Susan Amelia, and Eunice Rosetta, they started their long trek to Utah. First they went to Kirtland, Ohio, thence to Iowa where three more children were born, namely, Moses DeVere, Polly Berthena, born at Mt. Pisgah, Potowatamao Co. Iowa; Parker Adelbert, born at Honey Creek, Iowa. He was born February 7, 1852 being only seven months old when they arrived in Springville, September 1852. He was the seventh child. The eldest was about 18 years old, making a family of nine persons to travel by wagon all that long journey.
Having left Nauvoo in 1846, their wagon was the last to cross the Mississippi river on the ice. I have heard grandmother tell of how the ice would crack under her feet as she hurried over it. I have also heard her tell how she had gathered buffalo chips to make the campfires and how she would parboil her bacon and keep the water until the little fat would come on top of the to be taken off to grease the bake oven. This practice she followed all her life. When one of the family asked her why she still kept up this practice, her reply was that she couldn't bear to see one thing wasted that could be made use of after all the privations they all had suffered on that long journey to the west.
She was a faithful mother to every duty that (was) involved in the training and care of her family. She was in reality an ideal mother with her cooking, sewing and art. Her salt-rising bread, salt cured hams, her dried apple pies, ground cherry preserves, corn meal mush, cottage cheese and chow-chow, I ate with a relish when a child.
She first cooked on a step stove. It was a stove with a hearth at the bottom front, another step above held a two lid top and still a third step had another surface to cook upon.
Well, I do remember her brica-brac corner pieces she kept her lamps on, after she could get lamps. Their first light was a "bitch", as they called it, or a dish of grease with a rag in it, next was tallow candles that she made by melting mutton tallow and having twisted soft cotton yarn, would put it into each place four candle molds and then pour the tallow in. When it became cold, they were ready to use.
I remember her bouquets of flowers on a little stand in the corner of her kitchen. They were not beautifully cultivated flowers as today, but lovely wild flowers of pioneer days that showed her taste of fine arts. These consisted of wild roses, wild currant bosoms, king Williams, buttercups, daisies, peach and apple blossoms, with grasses and ferns to help decorate the bouquets.
Grandmother grew flaw, spun and wove her own material, made her own dyes and colored those colors that were available. I have some scraps of towel she made toweling of. I also have some linsey that was used for shirts, dresses, etc. Materials were so scarce and hard to get that I have seen grandmother role up her dress sleeves, (they were customarily long then) and pick raspberries bare armed rather then have the wear on her dress.
Grandmother's last child, Archibald Orlo, was born October 17, 1855 at Springville, Utah. On Christmas eve 1856, their 18 year old daughter Betsy Arathusia died. This left a sad impression on Grandmother and Grandfather at that time of year ever after. The year following the girl's death, grandmother made a quilt from the two dresses of her daughter's. This quilt was cut, sewed, and quilted by grandmother's own hands.
while I was living with grandmother after grandfather passed away, there came to her house a sewing agent selling machines. He asked her if she had a machine and she said, "yes," the one my mother gave me. He looked at her and said "It must be quite old." She held out both hands and said, "It is." She never sewed on a machine in her life, but was a lovely seamstress. I have an unfinished article she was sewing when she died at the age of 83.
Grandmother never took any part as a church worker, but taught her family honesty and truthfulness. She associated with her neighbors, the Whitings, Blanchards, and others.
One time when she and Mrs. Whiting were making quilts, she asked Mrs. Whiting what she was naming her quilt. Mrs. Whiting said "Poverty's Fancy," Grandmother replied, "Well, mine is Necessity's Square."
Grandmother helped care for several of her grandchildren and gave them a home with her and grandfather for the help they could render them. Edward, Arthusia, Luella Koyle, and David Patten Noakes lived there at different times. After Luella died, two weeks after grandfather, I went to live with grandmother. George Noakes lived there to milk the cow and feed the pig and chickens. While living there I met Mrs. Hannsh Harrison. Also Sariah Alleman, mother of Charley and Harold. Saw Father Van Luevan and wife, he was blind. I have listened to Mrs. Harrison and grandmother talk of the starving times they had in crossing the plains.
One morning as I was making biscuits for breakfast Mrs. Smith saw a ring on my finger and saw rings in my ears. She ashed me if I was a Mormon and when I told her I was, she said she had always understood Mormons didn't wear jewelry. She was just as horrified when she found out we also danced. They were so interested with the mountains here that Hubbard Noakes hitched up his team on the whitetop buggy and drove up to the mountains that they might see them. When they got close, Mrs. Smith became very scared and thought the mountains would fall on them. They came here from curiosity, but left very friendly and wrote and sent a picture of their home in New York.
These were the only relatives of my grandparents to visit to Utah. However, I have found, through correspondence, to Michigan on grandfather's line, that John Patten and Margeret Holmes, Jobe Sailsbury and Hepsibah Pirce were my grandmother's great grandparents as given by her handwriting.
Grandmother died February 4, 1897 at Springville, Utah. She was interred in the Evergreen Cemetery with many of her descendents.
Learning that her mother and father were to be honored by the Childs family in a reunion, Berthena Childs Huntington of Orangeville, Utah, the last living child of my grandparents, sent me a letter which read in part:
I am including the poem, in honor of my Aunt Berthera who was then 80 years old, yet whose thoughts of her dear mother and her childhood stood out in her selected poem.
Copyright Shirl R. Weight 06/03/09 09:27:39 AM
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