William Henderson Smith Born October 13, 1827 Died December 25, 1914
Hannah Elizabeth Wheaton Smith Born February 11, 1835 Died February 13, 1926
This is the Father and Mother of John Perry Smith. They lived in Coalville, Summit County, Utah. They are buried in the Coalville CemeteryAncestral File Number:<AFN> 2FBJ-MG
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 2FBJ-NM
66. John Ferguson Marcellus ALLEN
John Ferguson Allen
18 Feb 1844 - 16 Apr 1911
BIRTH: 18 Feb 1844, Adams County, Illinois
DEATH: 16 Apr 1911, Hagerman, Gooding County, Idaho
Married Brennetta Hickman (Nickname: Kitten)
Family 1 : Bernetta HICKMAN (Kitten)
MARRIAGE: May 1865, West Jordan, Salt Lake County, Utah
+Louila Bernetta ALLEN
Mary Emma ALLEN
Selmon ALLEN
Phoebe ALLEN
Phillip ALLEN
Pearl ALLEN
John Henry ALLEN
Ruby ALLEN
George Elihu ALLEN
William Adams Hickman ALLEN
Burckhardt ALLENJohn Ferguson Allen was the son of:
Father: Elihu Marcellus ALLEN Mother: Lola Ann CLAWSON
In 1847 Elihu Marcellus Allen was a member of Captain Jedediah M. Grand's hundred, part of which arrived in the Great Salt Lake Oct 2, 1847. The children who came with him were Elihu Moroni, Lola Elizabeth, John Ferguson, and Joseph Brigham. Were the other children with William and Caroline Allen Weeks, during the journey, their mother being dead. Elihu was a member of the Mormon Batallion for a short time, he died not long after entering the Salt Lake Valley. Because of the number of his children and Elihu being a widower in his 60s, many of his younger children were taken in and adopted by Brigham Young and his family. They were adopted 12 Mar 1847.Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1T4K-31
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> CVG6-90
67. Brennetta Walters "Kitten" HICKMAN
Brennetta Walters Hickman Allen Born: Jan 6, 1847 Died: Jan 27, 1941. Her nickname was "Kitten". She was married to John Ferguson Allen and later married Isaac Sheldon. She was the daughter of William Adams Hickman and Brennetta Burkhardt Hickman
John Ferguson Allen was the son of Elihu Marcellus Allen (born May 14, 1791) and Lola Ann Clawson (born Jan. 12, 1806). Lola Ann was Elihu's second wife. His first wife was Laura Foote. Laura was born April 23, 1792, she married Elihu about 1812. Laura died Oct. 17, 1823 at the age of 31. She and Elihu were blessed with 4 children; Lucinda, George, Franklin and Caroline Matilda.
This must have been a difficult time for Elihu being left to care for four young children. About 1827, he married Lola Ann Clawson. Lola and Elihu were blessed with 12 children: Helen Rebecca, Laura Albina, Phoebe Ann, Charles William, Wyatt, Elihu Moroni, Lola Elizabeth, Almira Gilbert, Emma Melvina, George Warren, John Ferguson, and Joseph Brigham.
Lola Ann died on Feb. 17, 1848 in Salt Lake City. Her youngest child was only three years old. John Ferguson Allen was four. Elihu was left once again to care for his children.
In 1847 Elihu Marcellus Allen was a member of Captain Jedediah M. Grand's hundred, part of which arrived in the Great Salt Lake Oct 2, 1847. The children who came with him were Elihu Moroni, Lola Elizabeth, John Ferguson, and Joseph Brigham. Were the other children with William and Caroline Allen Weeks, during the journey, their mother being dead. Elihu was a member of the Mormon Battalion for a short time, he died not long after entering the Salt Lake Valley. Because of the number of his children and Elihu being a widower in his 60s, many of his younger children were taken in and adopted by Brigham Young and his family. They were adopted 12 Mar 1847.
Ike and Brennetta SheldonDied 2: 09 Jan 1942
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 4DKM-9V
Died 2: 09 Jan 1942Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 4DKM-9V
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 4VBV-5D
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70. Elijah BOURNE
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1MQ9-ZT
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72. John Calvin Or Curtis ENFIELD
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Ancestral File Number:<AFN> B7PW-0P
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 19N7-DQ
76. Nero CAMPBELL
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 23RR-ZZS
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 23RS-00X
78. Leroy LOVALL
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 23RR-RJ3
79. Mary Ann KENTON
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 23RR-RK9
80. James EDWARDS
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 2VJC-TB
81. Mary EDWARDS
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 2VJC-VH
82. Ole Pehr TOOLSON
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 2VJC-WN
83. Bergetta Marie CHRISTENSON
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1V2Z-2C
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> QT1G-92
Invalid baptism temple code: CHURCH.
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Invalid baptism temple code: CHURCH.Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 4RP1-NG
Invalid baptism temple code: CHURCH.
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Invalid baptism temple code: CHURCH.
86. Joseph STONES
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1SGR-FJ
87. Elizabeth WALKER
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88. William WEAVER
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89. Ann WATKINS
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1GT6-X7
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92. Samuel KIDD
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 3ZKH-74
93. Elmira KING
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 3ZKH-89
94. Owen MILLER
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 3ZKH-9G
95. Matilda PUCKETT
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96. Nathan WAKLEY
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Civil War Songs
The Battle Cry of Freedom by George Frederick Root (1825-1895) Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; We will rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the plain, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. CHORUS: The Union forever, hurrah, boys, hurrah! Down with the traitor and up with the star; While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. We are springing to the call of our brothers gone before, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And altho' they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. * * * * * * * * * * Just Before the Battle, Mother by George Frederick Root (1825-1895) Just before the battle, mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we're watching With the enemy in view. Comrades brave are 'round me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God For well they know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod. CHORUS: Farewell, mother, you may never Press me to your breast again, But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother, If I'm numbered with the slain. Oh, I long to see you, mother, And the loving ones at home, But I'll never leave our banner, Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors all around you That their cruel words we know, In every battle kill our soldiers By the help they give the foe. Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight, Now, may God protect us, mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom," How it swells upon the air, Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard, Or we'll perish nobly there.MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA Words and Music by Henry Clay Work
Bring the good ol' Bugle boys! We'll sing another song, Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along, Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia
Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee. Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free, So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound, How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found, How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never make the coast!" So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train, Sixty miles of latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain While we were marching through Georgia.
ChorusGOOBER PEAS by A. Pindar Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day, Chattin' with my messmates, passing time away, Lying in the shadows, underneath the trees -- Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas! CHORUS:Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas! Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas! When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule To cry out at their loudest "Mister, here's your mule!" But still another pleasure enchantinger than these Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas! CHORUS Just before the battle, the General hears a row; He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now"! He turns around in wonder, and what do you think he sees? The Georgia Militia, eating goober peas! CHORUS I think my song had lasted almost long enough! The subject's interesting, but rhymes are mighty rough! I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas, We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and goble goober peas! CHORUS
HERE'S YOUR MULE Words and music by C.D. Benson A Farmer came to camp one day, With milk and eggs to sell, Upon a mule who oft would stray, To where no one could tell. The Farmer, tired of his tramp, For hours was made the fool, By everyone he met in camp, With "Mister, here's your mule." CHORUS: Come on, come on, Come on, old man, And don't be made a fool, By everyone you meet in camp, With "Mister, here's your mule." His eggs and chickens all were gone Before the break of day, The "Mule" was heard of all along, That's what the soldiers say. And still he hunted all day long, Alas! the witless fool, Whil'st every man would sing the song Of "Mister, here's your mule." CHORUS The soldiers ran in laughing mood, On mischief were intent; They lifted "Muley" on their back, Around from tent to tent. Thro' this hole, and that, they push'd His head, -- And made a rule, To shout with humerous voices all, I say" "Mister, here's your mule!" CHORUS Alas! one day the mule was miss'd, Ah! who could tell his fate? The Farmer like a man bereft, Search'd early and search'd late, And as he pass'd from camp to camp With stricken face -- the fool Cried out to everyone he met, Oh! "Mister, where's my Mule." CHORUS
Civil War Songs
The Battle Cry of Freedom by George Frederick Root (1825-1895) Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; We will rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the plain, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. CHORUS: The Union forever, hurrah, boys, hurrah! Down with the traitor and up with the star; While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. We are springing to the call of our brothers gone before, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And altho' they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. * * * * * * * * * * Just Before the Battle, Mother by George Frederick Root (1825-1895) Just before the battle, mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we're watching With the enemy in view. Comrades brave are 'round me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God For well they know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod. CHORUS: Farewell, mother, you may never Press me to your breast again, But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother, If I'm numbered with the slain. Oh, I long to see you, mother, And the loving ones at home, But I'll never leave our banner, Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors all around you That their cruel words we know, In every battle kill our soldiers By the help they give the foe. Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight, Now, may God protect us, mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom," How it swells upon the air, Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard, Or we'll perish nobly there.MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA Words and Music by Henry Clay Work
Bring the good ol' Bugle boys! We'll sing another song, Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along, Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia
Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee. Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free, So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound, How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found, How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never make the coast!" So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train, Sixty miles of latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
97. Susan Susanna BATCHELDER-BACHELOR
Ancestral File Number:<AFN> 1W15-N4