Children of Samuel Smith and Levira, his second wife. Mary Jane was born Jan. Children of Calvin and Sophronia Stoddard. Eunice was born March 22, Maria " " April 12, Children of Wilkins J. Elizabeth was born April 12, Alvin " June 7, Smith, son of first John Smith, was married to Bathsheba W.
Bigler, July 25, Children of George A. George Albert, was born July 7, ; died Nov. Bathsheba " " Aug. Having now given all the names belonging to the family of Smith, I shall take up another lineage, namely, that of the Mack family, commencing with my grandfather Ebenezer Mack. His son Solomon was born in the town of Lyme, state of Connecticut, Sept.
Calvin was born Nov. Orlando a " Sept. Chilon a " July, 26, Third Solomon a " May 23, Amos a " May 1, Dennis a " Oct. Merrill u " Sept. Esther tt " April 2, Rizpah a " June 5, Soon after I was married, I went with my husband to see my parents, and as we were about setting out on this visit, my brother Stephen, and his partner in business, John Mudget, were making some remarks in regard to my leaving them, and the conversation presently turned upon the subject of giving me a marriage pres- ent.
Mudget, "Lucy ought to have something worth naming, and I will give her just as much as you will. This check I laid aside, as I had other means by me sufficient to purchase my housekeeping furniture. Having visited my father and mother, we returned again to Tunbridge, where my companion owned a handsome farm, upon which we settled ourselves, and began to cultivate the soil. We lived on this place about six years, tilling the earth for a liveli- hood.
In , we rented our farm in Tunbridge, and moved to the town of Randolph, where we opened a mercantile establishment. When we came to this place we had two children, Alvin and Hyrum. We had lived in Randolph but six months when I took a heavy cold, which caused a severe cough. To relieve this, every possible exertion was made, but it was all in vain. A hectic fever set in, which threatened to prove fatal, and the physician pronounced my case to be confirmed consumption. During this sickness, my mother watched over me with much anxiety, sparing herself no pains in administering to my comfort, yet I continued to grow weaker and weaker, until I could scarcely endure even a foot-fall upon the floor, except in stocking-foot, and no one was allowed to speak in the room above a whisper.
While I was in this situation, a Methodist exhorter came to see me. On coming to the door, he knocked in his usual manner, and his knocking so agitated me that it was a considerable length of time before my nerves became altogether quieted again. My mother motioned him to a chair, and in a whisper informed him of my situation, which prevented his asking me any questions. He tarried some time, and while he sat he seemed deeply to meditate upon the uncertainty of my recovering; in the mean time, he showed a great desire to have conversation with me respecting my dying.
As he thus sat pondering, I fancied to myself that he w T as going to ask me if I was prepared to die, and I dreaded to have him speak to me, for then I did not consider myself ready for such an awful event, inasmuch as I knew not the ways of Christ; besides, there appeared to be a dark and lonesome chasm, between myself and the Savior, which I dared not attempt to pass.
I thought I strained my eyes, and by doing so I could discern a faint glimmer of the light that was beyond the gloom which lay immediately before me. When I was meditating upon death, in this manner, my visitor left; soon after which my husband came to my bed, and took me by the hand, and said, "Oh, Lucy!
The History of Joseph Smith by His Mother
The doctors have given you up; and all say you cannot live. My mind was much agitated during the whole night. Sometimes I contemplated heaven and heavenly things; then my thoughts would turn upon those of earth — my babes and my companion. During this night I made a solemn covenant with God, that, if he would let me live, I would endeavor to serve him according to the best of my abilities.
Shortly after this, I heard a voice say to me, "Seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Let your heart be comforted; ye believe in God, believe also in me. It was wholly occupied upon the subject of religion. As soon as I was able, I made all diligence in endeavoring to find some one who was capable of instructing me more perfectly in the way of life and salvation.
Smith has come — help her in — run, build a fire, make the room warm — fill the tea-kettle — get the great arm-chair," etc. Their excessive anxiety concerning my physical convenience and comfort, without ' being seasoned with one word in relation to Christ or godliness, sickened and disgusted me, and I returned home very sorrowful and much disap- pointed. From my anxiety of mind to abide the covenant which I had made with the Lord, I went from place to place, for the purpose of getting information, and finding, if it were possible, some congenial spirit who could enter into my feelings, and thus be able to strengthen and assist me in carrying out my resolu- tions.
I heard that a very devout man was to preach the next Sab- bath in the Presbyterian church; I therefore went to meeting, in the full expectation of hearing that which my soul desired — the Word of Life. When the minister commenced speaking, I fixed my mind with deep attention upon the spirit and matter of his dis- discourse; but after hearing him through, I returned home, con- vinced that he neither understood nor appreciated the subject upon which he spoke, and I said in my heart that there was not then upon earth the religion which I sought.
I therefore determined to examine my Bible, and, taking Jesus and his disciples for my guide, to endeavor to obtain from God that which man could neither give nor take away. Notwithstanding this, I would hear all that could be said, as well as read much that was written, on the subject of religion; but the Bible I intended should be my guide to life and salvation. This course I pursued a number of years. My husband, as before stated, followed merchandising for a short period in the town of Randolph. Soon after he commenced business in this place, he ascertained that crystalized ginseng root sold very high in China, being used as a remedy for the plague, which was then raging there.
He therefore concluded to embark in a traffic of this article, and consequently made an investment of all the means which he commanded, in that way and manner which was necessary to carry on a business of this kind, viz. When he had obtained a quantity of the same, a merchant by the name of Stevens, of Royalton, offered him three thousand dollars for what he had; but my husband refused his offer, as it was only about two-thirds of its real value, and told the gentleman that he would rather venture shipping it himself.
My husband, in a short time, went to the city of New York, with the view of shipping his ginseng, and finding a vessel in port which was soon to set sail, he made arrangements with the cap- tain to this effect — that he was to sell the ginseng in China, and return the avails thereof to my husband; and this the captain bound himself to do, in a written obligation. Stevens, hearing that Mr. Smith had shipped his ginseng; and having some of the same article on hand himself, he made arrangements with the captain to take his also, and he was to send his son on board the vessel to take charge of it.
It appears, from circumstances that afterwards transpired, that the ginseng was taken to China, and sold there to good ad- vantage, or at a high price, but not to much advantage to us, for we never received any thing, except a small chest of tea, of the avails arising from this adventure. When the vessel returned, Stevens, the younger, also returned with it, and when my husband became apprized of his arrival, he went immediately to him and made inquiry respecting the success of the captain in selling his ginseng. Stevens told him quite a plausible tale, the particulars of which I have forgotten; but the amount of it was, that the sale had been a perfect failure, and the only thing which had been brought for Mr.
Smith from China was a small chest of tea, which chest had been delivered into his care, for my husband. In a short time after this, young Stevens hired a house of Major Mack, and employed eight or ten hands and commenced the business of crystalizing ginseng. Soon after engaging in this business, when he had got fairly at work, my brother, Major Mack, went to see him, and, as it happened, he found him considerably intoxicated. When my brother came into his presence, he spoke to him thus, "Well, Mr. Stevens, you are doing a fine business; you will soon be ready for another trip to China.
Stevens, how much did Brother Smith's adventure bring? Stevens had overcome his intoxication, he began to reflect upon what he had done, and making some inquiry concern- ing my brother, he ascertained that he had gone to Randolph. Stevens, conjecturing his business — that he had gone to see my husband respecting the ginseng adventure, went immediately to his establishment, dismissed his hands, called his carriage, and fled with his cash for Canada, and I have never heard anything concern- ing him since. My husband pursued him a while, but finding pursuit vain, returned home much dispirited at the state of his affairs.
He then went to work to overhaul his accounts, in order to see how he stood with the world; upon which he discovered that, in addition to the loss sustained by the China adventure, he had lost about two thousand dollars in bad debts. At the time he sent his ven- ture to China he was owing eighteen hundred dollars in the city of Boston, for store goods, and he expected to discharge the debt at the return of the China expedition; but, having invested almost all his means in ginseng, the loss which he suffered in this article rendered it impossible for him to pay his debt with the property which remained in his hands.
The principal dependence left him, in the shape of property, was the farm at Tunbridge, upon which we were then living, having moved back to this place immediately after his venture was sent to China. This farm, which was worth about fifteen hundred dollars, my husband sold for eight hundred dollars, in order to make a speedy payment on the Boston debt; and, as I had not used the check of one thousand dollars, which my brother and Mr. Mudget gave me, I added it to the eight hun- dred dollars obtained for the farm, and by this means the whole debt was liquidated.
While we were living on the Tunbridge farm, my brother Jason made us a visit. He remained with us, however, only six months before my brother came again and took him to New Bruns- wick, which they afterwards made their home, and where my brother had gathered together some thirty families, on a tract of land which he had purchased for the purpose of assisting poor persons to the means of sustaining themselves.
He planned their work for them, and when they raised anything which they wished to sell, he took it to market for them. Owning a schooner himself, he took their produce to Liverpool, as it was then the best market. When Jason set out on the above-mentioned visit to Tun- bridg, he purchased a quantity of goods, which he intended as presents for his friends, especially his mother and sisters; but, on his way thither, he found so many objects of charity, that he gave away not only the goods, but most of his money.
On one occasion, he saw a woman who had just lost her husband, and who was very destitute; he gave her fifteen dollars in money, and a full suit of clothes for herself and each of her children, which were six in number. This was the last interview I ever had with my brother Jason, but, twenty years later, he wrote the following letter to my brother Solomon, and that is about all the intelligence I have ever received from him since I saw him: My Dear Brother Solomon: You will, no doubt, be surprised to hear that I am still alive, although in an absence of twenty years I have never written to you before.
But last, though not least, let me not startle you when I say, that, according to my early adopted principles of the power of faith, the Lord has, in his exceeding kindness, bestowed upon me the gift of healing by the prayer of faith, and the use of such simple means as seem congenial to the human system; but my chief reliance is upon him who organized us at the first, and can restore at pleasure that which is disorganized.
The first of my peculiar successes in this way was twelve years since, and from nearly that date I have had little rest. In addition to the incessant calls which I, in a short time had, there was the most overwhelming torrent of opposition poured dowa upon me that I ever witnessed. But it pleased God to take the weak to confound the wisdom of the wise. I have in the last twelve years seen the greatest manifesta- tions of the power of God in healing the sick, that, with all my sanguinity, I ever hoped or imagined.
And when the learned infidel has declared with sober face, time and again, that disease had obtained such an as- cendency that death could be resisted no longer, that the victim must wither beneath his potent arm, I have seen the almost lifeless clay slowly but surely resuscitated, and revive, till the pallid monster fled so far that the patient was left in the full bloom of vigorous health.
But it is God that hath done it, and to him let all the praise be given. I am now compelled to close this epistle, for I must start immedi- ately on a journey of more than one hundred miles, to attend a heavy case of sickness; so God be with you all. The next intelligence we received concerning Jason, after his letter to Brother Solomon, was, that he, his wife, and oldest son, were dead, and this concludes my account of my brother Jason.
While we were living in the town of Tunbridge, my mind became deeply impressed with the subject of religion; which, prob- ably, was occasioned by my singular experience during my sickness at Randolph. I commenced attending Methodist meetings, and in order to oblige me, my husband accompanied me; but when thi s came to the ears of his oldest brother, he was so displeased, and said so much in regard to the matter, that my husband thought it best to desist. He said that he considered it hardly worth our while to attend the meetings any longer, as it would prove of but little advantage to us; besides this, it gave our friends such dis- agreeable feelings.
I was considerably hurt by this, yet I made no reply. I retired to a grove not far distant, where I prayed to the Lord in behalf of my husband — that the true gospel might be presented to him, and that his heart might be softened so as to receive it, or, that he might become more religiously inclined.
After praying some time in this manner, I returned to the house, much depressed in spirit, which state of feeling continued until I retired to my bed. I soon fell asleep, and had the following dream: The first thing that attracted my special attention in this magnificent meadow, was a very pure and clear stream of water, which ran through the midst of it; and as I traced this stream, I discovered two trees standing upon its margin, both of which were on the same side of the stream.
Their branches, which added to their symme- try and glory, commenced near the top, and spread themselves in luxur- ious grandeur around. I gazed upon them with wonder and admira- tion; and after beholding them a short time, I saw one of them was surrounded with a bright belt, that shone like burnished gold, but far more brilliantly. Presently, a gentle breeze passed by, and the tree encircled with this golden zone, bent gracefully before the wind, and waved its beautiful branches in the light air.
As the wind increased, this tree assumed the most lively and animated appearance, and seemed to express in its motions the utmost joy and happiness. If it had been an intelligent creature, it could not have conveyed, by the power of language, the idea of joy and gratitude so perfectly as it did; and even the stream that rolled beneath it, shared, apparently, every sensation felt by the tree, for, as the branches danced over the stream, it would swell gently, then recede again with a motion as soft as the breathing of an infant, but as lively as the dancing of a sunbeam.
The belt also par- took of the'same influence, and, as it moved in unison with the motion of the stream and of the tree, it increased continually in refulgence and magnitude, until it became exceedingly glorious. I turned my eyes upon its fellow, which stood opposite; but it was not surrounded with the belt of light as the former, and it stood erect and fixed as a pillar of marble. Xo matter how strong the wind blew over it, not a leaf was stirred, not a bough was bent; but obstinately stiff it stood, scorning alike the zephyr's breath, or the power of the mighty storm.
I wondered at what I saw, and said in my heart, What can be the meaning of all this? And the interpretation given me was, that these personated my husband and his oldest brother, Jesse Smith; that the stubborn and unyielding tree was like Jesse; that the other, more pliant and flexible, was like Joseph, my husband; that the breath of heaven?
After selling the farm at Tunbridge, we moved only a short dis- tance, to the town of Royalton. Here we resided a few months, then moved again to Sharon, Windsor county, Vermont. In the latter place, my husband rented a farm of my father, which he cultivated in the summer, teaching school in the winter. In this way my husband continued laboring for a few years, during which time our circumstances gradually improved, until we found ourselves quite comfortable again.
In the meantime, we had a son whom we called Joseph, after the name of his father; he was born December 23, I shall speak of him more particularly by and by. We moved thence to Tunbridge. Here we had another son, whom we named Samuel Harrison, born March 13, We lived in this place a short time, then moved to Royalton, where Ephraim was born, March 13, We continued here until we had another son, born March 13, , whom we called William- About this time my husband's mind became much excited upon the subject of religion; yet he would not subscribe to any particular system of faith, but contended for the ancient order, as established by our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and his Apostles.
One night my husband retired to his bed, in a very thoughtful state of mind, contemplating the situation of the Christian religion, or the confusion and discord that were extant. He soon fell into a sleep, and before waking had the following vision, which I shall relate in his own words, just as he told it to me the next morning: Xot a vestige of life, either animal or vegetable, could be seen; besides, to render the scene still more dreary, the most death-like silence prevailed, no sound of anything animate could be heard in all the field.
I was alone in this gloomy desert, with the exception of an attandant spirit, who kept con- stantly by my side. Of him I inquired the meaning of what I saw, and why I was thus traveling in such a dismal place. I immediately took it up, and placed it under my left arm; then with eagerness I raised the lid, and began to taste of its contents; upon which all manner of beasts, horned cattle, and roaring animals, rose up on every side in the most threatening manner possible, tearing the earth, tossing their horns, and bellowing most terrifically all around me, and they finally came so close upon me, that I was compelled to drop the box, and fly for my life.
Yet, in the midst, of all this I was perfectly happy though I awoke trembling. Soon after arriving here, my husband received another very singular vision, which I will relate: As I was thus traveling, the thought suddenly came into my mind that I had better stop and reflect upon what I was doing, before I went any further. So 1 asked myself, 'What motive can I have in traveling here, and what place can this be? I should travel in it; for, said I to myself, 'Broad is the road, and wide is the gate that leads to death, and many there be that walk therein; but narrow is the way, and strait is the gate that leads to everlasting life, and few there be]that go in thereat.
The History of Joseph Smith by His Mother
This path I entered, and, when I had traveled a little way in it, I beheld a beautiful stream of water, which ran from the east to the west. Of this stream, I could see neither the source nor yet the mouth; but as far as my eyes could extend I could see a rope, running along the bank of it, about as high as a man could reach, and beyond me, was a low, but very pleasant valley, in which stood a tree, such as I had never seen before.
It was exceedingly handsome, insomuch that I looked upon it with wonder and admiration. Its beautiful branches spread themselves somewhat like an umbrella, and it bore a kind of fruit, in shape much like a chestnut bur, and as white as snow, or, if possible, whiter. I gazed upon the same with considerable interest, and as I was doing so, the burs or shells commenced opening and shedding their particles, or the fruit which they contained, which was of dazzling whiteness.
I drew near, and began to eat of it, and I found it delicious beyond description. As I was eating, I said in my heart, 'I cannot eat this alone, I must bring my wife and children, that they may partake with me. We were exceedingly happy, insomuch that our joy could not easily be expressed. While thus engaged, I beheld a spacious building standing opposite the valley which we were in, and it appeared to reach to the very heavens.
It was full of doors and win- dows, and they were all filled with people,' who were very finely dressed. When these people observed us in the low valley, under the tree, they pointed the finger of scorn at us, and treated us with all manner of dis- respect and contempt. But their contumely we utterly disregarded.
I presently turned to my guide, and inquired of him the meaning of the fruit that was so delicious. He told me it was the pure love of God, shed abroad in the hearts of all those who love him, and keep his com- mandments. He then commanded me to go and bring the rest of my children. I told him that we were all there. The more we ate, the more we seemed to desire, until we even got down upon our knees, and scooped it up, eating it by double handfulls. After feasting in this manner a short time, I asked my guide what was the meaning of the spacious building which I saw.
He replied, 'It is Babylon, it is Babylon, and it must fall. We moved, as before-mentioned, to the town of Lebanon, New Hampshire. Here we settled ourselves down, and began to contemplate, with joy and satisfaction, the prosperity which had attended our recent exertions; and we doubled our diligence, in order to obtain more of this world's goods, with the view of assist- ing our children, when they should need it; and, as is quite natural, we looked forward to the decline of life, and were provid- ing for its wants, as well as striving to procure those things which contribute much to the comfort of old age.
As our children had, in a great measure, been debarred from the privilege of schools, we began to make every arrangement to attend to this important duty. We established our second son Hy- rum in an academy at Hanover; and the rest, that were of sufficient age, we were sending to a common school that was quite conven- ient. Meanwhile, myself and companion were doing all that our abilities would admit of for the future welfare and advantage of the family; and were greatly blessed in our labors.
- Post navigation.
- Basic Geological Mapping (Geological Field Guide)!
- The Revised and Enhanced History of Joseph Smith by His Mother!
- Last Date: A comic thriller inspired by The Bachelor.
- You are here.
- Something to Talk About (Cochran/Deveraux Series Book 6).
But this state of things did not long continue. The typhus fever came into Lebanon, and raged tremendously. Among the number seized with this complaint were, first, Sophronia; next Hy- rum, who was taken while at school, and came home sick; then Alvin; in short, one after another was taken down, till all the fam- ily, with the exception of myself and husband, were prostrated upon beds of sickness. Sophronia had a heavy siege.
The ensuing night, she lay altogether motion- less, with her eyes wide open, and with that peculiar aspect which bespeaks the near approach of death. As she thus lay, I gazed upon her as a mother looks upon the last shade of life in a darling child. In this moment of distraction, my hnsband and myself clasped our hands, fell upon our knees by the bedside, and poured out our grief to God, in prayer and supplication, beseeching him to spare our child yet a little longer. Did the Lord hear our petition? Yes; he most assuredly did, and before we rose to our feet, he gave us a testimony that she would recover.
When we first arose from prayer, our child had, to all appearance, ceased breathing. I caught a blanket, threw it around her, then, taking her in my arms, commenced pacing the floor. Those present remonstrated against my doing as I did, say- ing, "Mrs. Smith, it is all of no use; you are certainly crazy, your child is dead. This recital, doubtless, will be uninteresting to some; but those who have experienced in life something of this kind are susceptible of feeling, and can sympathize with me.
Are you a mother who has been bereft of a child? Feel for your heart-strings, and then tell me how I felt with my expiring child pressed to my bosom! Would you at this trying moment feel to deny that God had "pow- er to save to the uttermost all who call on him"! I did not then, neither do I now. At length she sobbed. I still pressed her to my breast, and continued to walk the floor. She sobbed again, then looked up in- to my face, and commenced breathing quite freely. My soul was satisfied, but my strength was gone. I laid my daughter on the bed, and sunk by her side, completely overpowered by the intensity of my feelings.
From this time forward Sophronia continued mending, until she entirely recovered. Joseph, our third son, having recovered from the typhus fever, after something likn two weeks' sickness, one day screamed out while sitting in a chair, with a pain in his shoulder, and, in a very short time, he appeared to be in such agony, that we feared the consequence would prove to be something very serious.
We immediately sent for a doctor. When he arrived, and had exam- ined the patient, he said that it was his opinion that this pain was occasioned by a sprain. But the child declared this could not be the case, as he had received no injury in any way whatever, but that a severe pain had seized him all at once, of the cause of which he was entirely ignorant. Notwithstanding the child's protestations, still the physician insisted that it must be a sprain, and consequently, he anointed his shoulder with some bone linament, but this was of no advan- tage to him, for the pain continued the same after the anointing as before.
When two weeks of extreme suffering had elapsed, the attend- ant physician concluded to make closer examination: He immediately lanced it, upon which it discharged fully a quart of matter. As soon as the sore had discharged itself, the pain left it, and shot like lightening using his own terms down his side into the marrow of the bone of his leg, and soon became very severe. During this period, I carried him much of the time in my arms, in order to mitigate his suffering as much as possible; in consequence of which I was taken very ill myself. The anxiety of mind that I experienced, together with physical over-exertion, was too much for my consti- tution, and my nature sank under it.
Hyrum, who was rather remarkable for his tenderness and sympathy, now desired that he might take my place. As he was a good, trusty boy, we let him do so; and, in order to make the task as easy for him as possible, we laid Joseph upon a low bed, and Hyrum sat beside him, almost day and night, for some considerable length of time, holding the affected part of his leg in his hands, and pressing it between them, so that his afflicted brother might be enabled to endure the pain, which was so excru- ciating that he was scarcely able to bear it.
At the end of three weeks, we thought it advisable to send again for the surgeon. When he came, he made an incision of eight inches, on the front side of the leg, between the knee and ankle. This relieved the pain in a great measure, and the patient was quite comfortable until the wound began to heal, when the pain became as violent as ever. The surgeon was called again, and he this time enlarged the wound, cutting the leg even to the bone. It commenced healing the second time, and as soon as it began to heal, it also began to swell again, which swelling continued to rise till- we deemed it wis- dom to call a council of surgeons; and when they met in consulta- tion, they decided that amputation was the only remedy.
Soon after coming to this conclusion, they rode up to the door, and were invited into a room, apart from the one in which Joseph lay. They being seated, I addressed them thus: I appealed to the princi- pal surgeon, saying, "Dr. Stone, can you not make another trial? Can you not, by cutting around the bone, take out the diseased part, and perhaps that which is sound will heal over, and by this means you will save his leg? You will not, you must not, take off his leg, until you try once more.
I will not consent to let you enter his room until you make me this promise. One of the doctors, on approaching his bed, said, "My poor boy, we have come again. The doctor, however, insisted that he must be confined, upon which Joseph said very decidedly, "No, doctor, I will not be bound, for I can bear the operation much better if I have my liberty. Stone, "will you drink some brandy? The Lord will help me, and I shall get through with it. The surgeons commenced operating by boring into the bone of his leg, first on one side of the bone where it was affected, then on the other side, after which they broke it off with a pair of forceps or pincers.
They thus took away large pieces of the bone. When they broke off the first piece, Joseph screamed out so loudly, that I could not forbear running to him. On my entering the room, he cried out, "Oh, mother, go back, go back; I do not want you to come in — I will try to tough it out, if you will go away. The wound torn open, the blood still gushing from it, and the bed literally covered with blood.
The History of Joseph Smith by His Mother - Deseret Book
Joseph was pale as a corpse, and large drops of sweat were rolling down his face, whilst upon every feature was depicted the utmost agony! A I was immediately forced from the room, and detained until the operation was completed; but when the act was accomplished, Joseph put upon a clean bed, the room cleared of every appearance of blood, and the instruments which were used in the operation removed, I was permitted again to enter. Joseph immediately commenced getting better, and from this onward, continued to mend until he became strong and healthy. When health returned to us, as one would naturally suppose, it found us in quite low circumstances.
History of the Prophet Joseph Smith by His Mother
We were compelled to strain every energy to provide for our present necessities, instead of making arrangements for the future, as we had previously contemplated. Shortly after sickness left our family, we moved to Norwich, in the state of Vermont. In this place we established ourselves on a farm belonging to one Esquire Moredock. The first year our crops failed; yet, by selling fruit which grew on the place, we succeeded in obtaining bread for the family, and, by making con- siderable exertion, we were enabled to sustain ourselves.
The crops the second year were as the year before — a perfect failure. Smith now determined to plant once more, and if he should meet with no better success than he had the two preceding years, he would then go to the state of New York, where wheat was raised in abundance. The next year an untimely frost destroyed the crops, and being the third year in succession in which the crops had failed, it almost caused a famine. This was enough; my husband was now altogether decided upon going to New York.
He came in, one day, in quite a thoughtful mood, and sat down; after meditating some time, he observed that, could he so arrange his aifairs, he would be glad to start soon for New York with a Mr. Howard, who was going to Palmyra. I told him it was my opinion he might get both his creditors and debtors together, and arrange matters between them in such a way as to give satisfaction to all parties concerned; and, in relation to the family, I thought I could make every necessary preparation to follow as soon as he would be ready for us.
He accordingly called upon all with whom he had any dealings, and settled up his accounts with them. There were, however, some who, in the time of settlement, neglected to bring forward their books, consequently they were not balanced, or there were no entries made in them to show the settlement; but in cases of this kind, he called witnesses, that there might be evidence of the fact. Having thus arranged his business, Mr. Smith set out for Palmyra, in company with Mr. After his departure, I and those of the family who were of much size, toiled faithfully, until we considered ourselves fully prepared to leave at a moment's warning.
We shortly received a communication from Mr. Smith, requesting us to make ourselves ready to take up a journey for Palmyra. In a short time after this, a team came for us. As we were about starting on this journey, several of those gentlemen who had withheld their books, in the time of settlement, now brought them forth, and claimed the accounts which had been settled, and which they had, in the presence of witnesses, agreed to erase. Should it ever be deemed best to publish these sketches, it will not be done until after they are carefully corrected.
In , Young ordered the church members to have their copies destroyed. There was no "corrected" version until the church published a serialization and book, which were done under the direction of Joseph F. Later historians theorized that Young opposed the book because of his own conflicts with its publisher, Orson Pratt,  as well as the book's favorable references to William Smith , Young's opponent and Lucy's son.
LDS historian Leonard Arrington saw the book as "informative, basically accurate, and extremely revealing of Joseph Smith's early life and family background," and felt it "perhaps tells more about Mormon origins than any other single source. Anderson called it one of "the essential sources for Mormon origins. The book has been republished several times, under various publishers, editors and titles.
I have wanted to read this book for many years and since I am teaching the Doctrine and Covenants to my primary class this year, I thought that this would be the perfect time to study the life of Joseph Smith, as seen through his mother's eyes. I was unprepared for what ended up being a heart-wrenching, inspiring and faith-promoting experience.
Why had I never pondered more on what it must have been like for Joseph's mother? What kind of a woman must she have been to have raised a prophet of God I have wanted to read this book for many years and since I am teaching the Doctrine and Covenants to my primary class this year, I thought that this would be the perfect time to study the life of Joseph Smith, as seen through his mother's eyes. What kind of a woman must she have been to have raised a prophet of God?
As mothers, we all experience our children's trials, even though they may be second-hand. Because of this knowledge, I have an even greater appreciation for what Lucy must have gone through, even though my experiences pale in comparison to hers. She was a mighty woman of faith with great devotion to God, her family and the Church. As Joseph, she never wavered in her commitment to the truth, even when faced with incredible persecution.
Before her life came to an end, she had buried her husband and five of her sons! She had many personal spiritual experiences that strengthened her faith, and because I have learned more about her, I also see why Joseph had the faith that he did at such a young age. Yes, this is a history of Joseph Smith, but more than that, it is a powerful portrayal of the early years of the church and the Smith family, written by a strong, faithful and devoted mother. Jan 26, Cailean rated it it was amazing. Amazing testimony-building book, detailing many events in the life of the Prophet Joseph Smith.
The way his mother writes is compelling and her descriptions and explanations are vivid. She starts off with the history of some of her own family members, which are both heartbreaking and fascinating. Most of the book, however, focuses on Joseph's childhood and events before during and after the Sacred Grove experience. I do wish there were less gaps in time, especially during his life as Prophet, bu Amazing testimony-building book, detailing many events in the life of the Prophet Joseph Smith. I do wish there were less gaps in time, especially during his life as Prophet, but I recognize this is meant to be supplemental to other books about his life Many times I was brought to tears by the love within his family and his love for the Lord and devotion.
Many times I was shocked and heard to be saying, "Wow!!! I highly recommend this book to any Latter-day Saint who wishes to know more about their prophet, and to anyone investigating the LDS Church. Aug 31, Greg rated it really liked it Shelves: I wanted to know more about him, and starting with the recollections and observations of his mother seemed like a good start. Clearly, this is not a professional biography, and is potentially subject to all of the biases, inaccuracies, and other problems that go with what is essentially a collection of memories.
However, her account is supported by her journal entries, and dates have been checked by the church to ensure they are consistent with other sources that have been verified. In most instances there were, attesting to her accurate record-keeping. Many interesting details and stories are found here that might have been lost otherwise and Mother Smith's love for her son shines through on every page. Definitely a worthwhile read for anyone interested in the early history of the church and its founder. Jun 02, Lori Bond rated it it was amazing. I loved this book.
This book really added to my testimony. There were parts that made me feel very upset at the things the Prophet and his family and all the Saints of that Era had to go through. I was in tears for the sorrow I know his mother felt from the loss of so many children and grandchildren and a few of their wives not to mention the loss of her husband.
At the very end she gives her testimony. It was so powerful I just I loved this book. It was so powerful I just don't know how anyone after reading her story could not believe what she said was true. If you are an investigator this book is full of early church history and a great read. If you are already a member this book will strengthen your testimony when you read it. I recommend it to anyone who wants to learn more about our first Prophet, who better to tell his story than his own Mother.
She is a remarkable woman. I have a new hero and her name is Lucy Mack Smith. I had no idea how awesome she was. The one complaint I have with this book is that the title is misleading. I thought I was going to learn more about Joseph Smith, but this was actually more about the whole Smith family as well as the history of the church. I actually did not learn anything new about Joseph. However, I really came to appreciate his family and the struggles of the early church. The chapter towards the end that I have a new hero and her name is Lucy Mack Smith.
The chapter towards the end that was written by Hyrum, detailing the abuses the early saints endured was very hard to read. It boggles my mind that people could be so uncivil and cruel and that all this happened in America, and how many Americans even know about it? Anyway, this was a very well written easy read. It reads almost like a novel and is very much worth reading! Apr 07, Trish rated it really liked it.
I read this book while I was in college, but had a desire to go back and read it again now that I'm a mother. The entire Smith family and nearly all of the early members of the LDS Church were such incredible people. The trials they endured were so hard for me to even read about. I can't imagine having actually lived them. I loved the footnotes added throughout the I read this book while I was in college, but had a desire to go back and read it again now that I'm a mother.
I loved the footnotes added throughout the book; as I finished each chapter, I couldn't wait to read through them and gain additional info. This wasn't what I considered an "easy" read -- it took me about three weeks to finish -- but I really enjoyed it. Oct 21, Wendy rated it it was amazing. With all the tragedy, hell, misery, and death that Joseph and his family went through, you'd think he'd recant everything and say "Never mind, I made all of this stuff up; I don't want all of this trouble", if the church wasn't true. They continued on in their testimonies because the truth was restored to the earth.
How could they deny it? This is one thing this account from his mother re-affirmed to me I read th With all the tragedy, hell, misery, and death that Joseph and his family went through, you'd think he'd recant everything and say "Never mind, I made all of this stuff up; I don't want all of this trouble", if the church wasn't true. I read this so quickly because I knew a book from Joseph's mother would have no "spin" or "opinion" weaved through the account. She is directly involved and is no outsider giving perspective that isn't her own experience.
Like another reviewer said, "No one knows better than Mom. Aug 10, Katie Bastian rated it it was amazing. This book is incredible!!
It has brought church history to life for me. It blows my mind how much these people all had to endure. I learned a lot of things I'd never heard before-like the fact that Samuel Smith died a month after Joseph and Hyrum, from a fever that came as a result of over exertion trying to get away from the mob that killed his brothers.
So really, that day killed three of the Smith brothers. I have such a respect for Lucy Mack Smith-she was called a "prophetess" and received so This book is incredible!! I have such a respect for Lucy Mack Smith-she was called a "prophetess" and received some pretty significant revelations of her own. I cannot believe all the trials she suffered.
I can't wait to meet her! Jun 21, Mariel rated it it was amazing.