E. COOK was born in 1881 in Massachusetts. Parents: Lemuel W. COOK and Clara
Francis Rust COOK was born on 10 AUG 1828 in Newburyport, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: Early Vital Records of Essex County, Massachusetts to 1850 for Newburyport.) He died on 7 FEB 1889 at Newburyport, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: NEHGS, Massachusetts Vital Records, 1841-1910.) Parents: Thomas COOK and Sarah COLBY.
Frank COOK was born on 13 MAR 1887. SOURCE: "A Genealogy of the Descendants of Abraham Colby and Elizabeth Blaisdell, his wife Who settled in Bow in 1768" By one of them, Concord, NH Printed by the Republican Press Association 1895. Parents: Lester S. COOK and May FLETCHER.
Fredrick S. COOK was born in 1872 in Massachusetts. He appeared in the census in JUN 1880 in Chelsea, Suffolk County, Massachusetts. (living at home with father and mother.) Parents: Lemuel W. COOK and Clara French SARGENT.
George William COOK was born in 1844 in Massachusetts. Parents: Thomas COOK and Sarah COLBY.
Gideon S. COOK was born in 1830 in Maine. He appeared in the census in 1880 in Ellsworth, Hancock County, Maine.
Census Place: Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Source: FHL Film 1254480 National Archives Film T9-0480 Page 96B
Relation Sex Marr Race Age Birthplace
Gideon S. COOK Self M M W 50 ME
Occ: Farmer Fa: ME Mo: ME
Sarah A. COOK Wife F M W 47 ME
Occ: Keeping House Fa: ME Mo: ME
Harvey E. COOK Son M S W 13 ME
Occ: At School Fa: ME Mo: ME
Mary T. COOK Mother F M W 88 ME
Fa: ME Mo: ME
Harriet Betsy COOK was born on 28 OCT 1844 in Richland, Kalamozoo County, Michigan. She appeared in the census on 20 JUN 1870 in Holden, Millard County, Utah. She appeared in the census in 1880 in Smithfield, Pima County, Arizona. She appeared in the census in JAN 1920 in Garden City, Rich County, Utah. She died in 1924 at Garden City, Rich County, Utah. She has more notes. #1.
Harriet B. Cook Teeples
I, the daughter of Phineas Wolcott Cook and Ann Eliza Howland Cook, was born October 28, 1844, at Richland, Kalamazoo Co., Michigan. My parents heard the Gospel of Jesus Christ in the winter of 18445. They believed it to be true and were baptized September 14, 1845, by Edward Webb, a Mormon Missionary. They left their home and relatives in May 1846 and traveled all summer with an ox team and arrived in Winter Quarters, where the Saints had settled after being driven from Nauvoo in October 1846. Our family then consisted of my Father, Mother, my oldest sister then nearly six years old, and myself, being two years. My parents had lost one boy child, before they left their home. On the 9th day of October another little daughter was born to them while in a tent and during a heavy rainstorm. They had to hold umbrellas over Mother's bed to keep her dry. She was very sick and came so near dying her baby had to be taken from her and weaned at the age of three months, and for the want of proper food and nourishment it died May 12, 1847, and on November 23rd my oldest sister died of scarlet fever. But by the power of God through the administrations of the Elders, Mother's life was spared, and on the 9th of March 1848, another daughter was born to her. We started across the plains in May 1848, with President Brigham Young's family and arrived in Salt Lake Valley on the 23rd day of September 1848.
We stayed in Salt Lake City for two years, my father worked at his trade as a millwright on the first two gristmills built there, Neff and Chase Mills. In the fall of 1850, he with his family was sent on a mission to Manti, to build a gristmill and help settle that country. We went with twenty-four other families into the Indian country. The people built a block house there as a refuge in case the Indians should break out, as there were three hundred warriors living with their families. Many nights we children were put to bed with our clothes on for fear, but we had no real trouble with them. But the white people had to feed them, and if anything did not suit them, we had to give them cattle or anything they asked for. I went to school the two winters we were there. The gristmill was built and a rock house for President Young. In the spring of 1853, father was called to go back to Salt Lake City, to work on the Lion and Beehive houses for Brigham Young, and on the public works.
Just after we left Manti, to go back to Salt Lake, the Walker Indian War broke out in earnest and a great many people were killed. We stayed in Salt Lake until the summer of 1856 and while there I again went to school. We then went to Payson, Utah where we stayed one year. My father while riding over the hills in search of his team, found a valley which was not yet settled, and with the consent of Brigham Young he formed a company and with their families settled there in the fall of 1857. He called the settlement Goshen, in honor of his birthplace in Connecticut. He was the Bishop for three years. The first Sunday School I ever attended was organized there by my father in 1858 and I was a member of it. I went with my father to Salt Lake to conference that fall with an ox team and a covered wagon. It took us two days to go a distance of sixty-five miles. We stayed nearly a week and spent two and a half days to come back.
In those days we all had to make our own clothes, so every family kept a few sheep and would shear them at home. The women and girls would take the wool to a creek and wash it, spread it on the grass to dry, then pick it with their fingers to get out every straw or burr or dirt, then card it into rolls with hand cards, then spin it into yarn, and get it woven into cloth, for dresses or men's clothes and sheets. We had enough work to keep all busy.
I spent my time in this way until 1859, when on August 21st I was married to William Randolph Teeples at home, by my father, as we had to wait to be called to go to the Endowment House. We were not called to go for three yearsbut went and received our endowments and were sealed Sept. 23, 1862.
My husband's parents were George Bently and Hulda Colby Teeples. They were also pioneers of Utah, crossed the plains in Pres. Heber C. Kimball's Co. which arrived about the same time or shortly after Pres. Young's Co. The first two years of our married life were spent in and around Goshen. Our first child was born at Goshen April 25, 1861. We named her Harriet Bird. She was baptized at Holden, Utah in 1869. She died at Holden August 8, 1876 with measles, fifteen years four months old.
In the fall of 1861 we moved to Salem, Utah where we lived one year and then moved to Provo, and bought a nice little home, but in the fall of 1863 we were called to go to Bear Lake Valley to help settle that place. So we sold our home, and started on a two-hundred-mile journey with an ox team late in the fall and traveled over rough roads northward through Utah passing through Salt Lake City, Ogden, and Cache Valley, which was a newly settled district. We stayed at Logan for two or three days with some friends, and to get some flour to take with us for our winter use. Then to Franklin, Idaho, where we stayed overnight and left on the 27th day of November for Paris over very rough roads through the mountains, over a three-mile dugway that was very steep and rough. Here everyone had to walk and use all the teams to take a wagon over. Half of the company camped at the top and half at the bottom until we were all over. The snow was one foot deep. We were with my father and family and had six wagons, so it took us six days to get over that three-mile dugway. One of the wagons broke down, it had to be unloaded and a new bolster made, which hindered some and when the same wagon tipped over the next day, going down the canyon, we had to send into Paris for help. Two or three of the men of the few families who were ahead of us came with wagons and hay for our horses that night. Although the distance between Franklin and Paris was only forty-five miles, we were on the road ten days, reaching Paris December 7, 1863. The people who had moved in from the near valleys had made wigwams like Indian teepees, to camp in until they could build log houses, and had now moved into their houses and left the teepees, so we moved into some of them until we could do better. The people who were there were very kind to us, and helped us out by letting us have some logs which were already there, and my father being a carpenter and builder, he with the help of others soon had a log house of two large rooms ready to move into. They moved in before Christmas day and we all had a nice Christmas dinner in the new house, including some of the people who had come in later than we did.
My husband soon had a nice little house built after the same style as the others, although we had no lumber for floors or roofs we got along with thatched roofs covered with dirt, and ground floors, covered with wild hay for carpets. My husband took his wagon box to pieces and made a floor past way across one room so we were real comfortable for the winter. He also built a small shop for blacksmithing as that was his trade. This winter was very mild, and our stock lived well on the meadow grass and rushes as the snow was not very deep.
On March 31, 1864, our second child was born, the first white child born in Bear Lake Valley. Her name is Beatrice Ann Eliza Teeples Owens. She was baptized at Holden, Utah in 1872. She was married in Arizona to Marion Alfred Owens January 1, 1880. He was the son of James C. Owens and Lucretia Robinson. They were endowed and sealed in the St. George Temple in 1882 or 1883. She is the mother of ten children, five sons and five daughters. She has been a trained nurse for years and is doing much good among the sick. She is a true Latter-day Saint.
The snow was all gone and the ground dry in April and on the first day of May 1864, my husband and I, with thirteen other families, went to Montpelier, Idaho, where we planted wheat, gardens, etc. Our gardens did nicely and we had a lovely warm summer until August, when frost came and froze our wheat before it was ripe. It was so badly shrunken, it was not fit for bread.
The first summer there were a great many emigrants passed through Montpelier on their way west to Oregon. They stopped to have their horses shod and wagons repaired to travel on. So my husband and a man by the name of Clark Ames who were working together at blacksmithing, did this work which was the means of helping us to the much-needed necessities of life in a new country.
This was just at the close of the Civil War and money was very scarce, even the government paper money was worth only fifty cents on the dollar and we had to spin wool to make all our outer clothing as had been the case ever since Utah was settled. The cotton cloth or factory was $1.25 per yard and hickory shirting was $.80 per yard. I gave a wagon peddler a twenty-dollar gold piece for a sixteen-yard bolt of factory for underclothes. We had to make everything by hand, the men's clothes and all, we had no sewing machines but we got along nicely through the summer.
Our homes were one-story log houses like those in Paris with dirt roofs and floors, but were good enough, with their rough doors with wooden latches and a string fastened to them and put out through a hole in the door to answer for a lock. But in the morning when the sun rose, we could look out at the low mountains on the east and could see the antelope running along the ridges, and there was plenty of trout to be caught in Bear River. Everything looked lovely, and we did not dread the winter, or our dirt roofs or floors.
Some of the men sawed some lumber with a whipsaw mill, which is made by digging a pit in the ground and putting a log across it. One man stands down in the pit and one on the log across it and they pull the saw up and down through the whole length of the log twice to make one board. A lively way of making lumber don't you think? Well we knew it was and the man in the pit knew it was too. He had to be dressed for it, as he stood under the failing sawdust and hardly dared look up. But we got our rough floors by winter and it did seem good to us, for it was a terrible winter, and our grain was all frozen and no mills in the valley to grind it if it could have been eaten. The people had to go to Logan to get what flour they could, which was very little. My husband had got what flour he thought would do for us, but we divided it with others who were worse off, and we still had enough to do us. Of course we had to use the frosted grain too, so we made the best of it by boiling it, and eating it with milk, also grinding it in a coffee mill and making it into hotcakes. So we managed to get along for food.
The first winter being so mild had thrown the people off their guard and they had put up only very little of the wild hay, which they might have done had they anticipated what a terrible winter this one would be. The snow came so deep and drifted so badly, the cattle could find nothing to eat and many of them died, but we had only one cow and two oxen, and we managed to keep them alive by feeding them a little of the frosted wheat each night and morning, with what little hay we had. The wind blew and drifted the snow up around houses, until it hid them all, and it froze so hard that for several weeks, teams could travel anywhere over the fences. You could stand and look in every direction and could not see a house, but could see the smoke coming out of the drifts. The wind swept around the houses, leaving a strip two or three feet wide like a ditch, which continued to the tops of the houses, so it did not quite smother us, we had to cut steps in the drifts to get out on the top or road. The snow was four feet deep on the level across the valley. On the 1st of May, my husband with another man went to Paris on snow shoes, measuring as they went. The first plowing was done on the 1st of June.
We stayed there until the ground was dry then we moved over to Swan Creek on the west side of Bear Lake, where the beautiful Camp Lakoto is now situated. My father had already moved there from Paris and had started to build a sawmill and gristmill. We stayed there through the summer and when the grass was ready to cut for hay, the men went to Round Valley (ten miles from home, south with no houses between) to put up hay for winter, leaving us women, my mother and aunt and myself and my younger sister, alone with the little children, not knowing that the Indians were contemplating mischief. There was no one living between us and Fish Haven, three miles north. One day about noon two Indians on horseback came and asked if they could leave their guns with us until the next day at noon and they would call for them as they were on their way to Paris and did not want to carry them with them. But the next day at noon they did not come, and we began to think they had left them for some unknown purpose. At sundown they had not come, and we were very frightened. About this time a boy from Fish Haven who had been hunting for his cows, came galloping by the door calling, "Pony Express," and as I am writing now I can feel the thrill of it as I did then, sixty years ago. We ran out and stopped him and told him he certainly was our pony express and the Lord had sent him there to save our lives. We told him about the Indians and asked him to go as fast as possible to Fish Haven and tell our brother-in-law to come at once. And bring his gun. He went as fast as possible and found our brother just starting to milk his cows, but as he had his gun strapped on him he jumped on his horse and ran it all the way there. In the meantime my sister and I had gone out to milk our cows. As we were coming to the house with the milk we saw two Indians ride up to the house. They went to the kitchen door, where my aunt was cooking supper. They were very gruffly ordering her to give them some supper. We were very frightened to enter at first, but Auntie was very calm and told them to just wait until supper was ready. We then went in the other room and there to our happy surprise sat our brother-in-law, Joseph Messervy. When the Indians saw him they became quiet and seemed to be very much disappointed. We gave them supper and our brother gave them their guns, they wanted to stay in the house all night but Joseph objected, and told them they could sleep in an empty house across the creek. In the night we heard our sheep making a great noise but we did not go out until morning and we found that they had killed one of father's sheep and were gone with it. We were very glad that we had not been left to their tender mercy that night. We fervently thanked our Father in heaven for his intervention in our behalf. Sisters, do you not see the hand of our Father in such things? I do.
My mother's sufferings had been many ever since she, with my father left their home in Michigan. They endured hardships, trials, poverty and almost starvation. She became the mother of sixteen children. She was appointed President of the Relief Society at Garden City in 1879. She lived three miles from town and she walked this distance many times to her meetings. In harvest time she would go with the sisters into the fields and glean wheat for the society. She later obtained a home in town and it was here the last two meetings before her death were held. Although she was very sick, she stood up on her feet and told the sisters of her many sacrifices and sufferings for the gospel sake, but through them all she had never wanted to go back, for she knew the gospel is true and prayed the Lord to bless the sisters in their work and bade them all good bye. She died before another meeting day June 16, 1896.
In the fall of 1865 my husband and I with our two little girls went to Holden, Utah for the winter to be near his mother and escape another hard winter, as he had been sick most of the last winter and didn't think he could stand another like we had. We intended going back in the spring but we lost our team and could not go. It was this spring, 1866, that the Black Hawk Indian War broke out in earnest. I think the two Indians who came to our house at Swan Creek meant to be among the first to start it. The people out in Bear Lake Valley moved into Paris. The people here who lived on the outskirts moved in. My husband joined the militia in order to be ready to go out anytime to keep the Indians away.
On the 14th of April 1866 our first son was born at Holden, Utah. We named him William George, and when he was four years, five months old he was accidently killed by a failing log, October 27, 1870.
Our second son Alonzo Randolph was born May 10th, 1870, at Holden, Utah. He was baptized at Pima, Arizona in 1879, ordained an Elder at Garden City, Utah, September 30, 1888, married Sarah Jane Peck, the daughter of Alma M. Peck and Sarah Stock, October 11, 1888 and has a family of three sons and three daughters.
Our third daughter, Phebe Henrietta, was born at Holden, Utah March 30, 1873, baptized at Pima, Arizona April 24, 1887. She was married to Edward Calder, a son of Bishop Robert Calder and Flora Ann Simmons Calder, in the Logan Temple May 21, 1889. They made their home at Garden City, Utah. From the time she was old enough she was very active in church work. While very young she was appointed assistant secretary of the Y.L.M.I.A. Also organist, later was a Sunday School organist and theological teacher for years, ward organist, and secretary in Relief Society and was appointed President of the Primary which position she held until her death. She was loved by all who knew her and was affectionately called Aunt Birdie by all the children of the ward. She was the mother of eight children. She died Jan. 14, 1908, with her baby, leaving three girls and three boys, her oldest boy, seventeen years old, having died two weeks before her and baby. This was another great trial and again we had to depend on our Heavenly Father for aid and comfort. Great tributes of love and respect were paid her by the entire stake and valley.
Our third son David W. was born at Holden, Utah Feb. 6, 1875. Died at same place March 4, 1875.
Alice Aurelia, our fourth daughter was born at Holden Sept. 18, 1877. Was baptized at Garden City, Utah October 18, 1885. She was married to Royal R. Pope, son of Robert A. and Amanda L. Calder Pope, December 8, 1896, endowed and sealed in the Logan Temple July 1, 1897. She is the mother of eight children, four sons and four daughters. She has always been a faithful worker in all the auxiliary associations and is now a counselor in the Primary. She has been an officer in Y.L.M.I.A., Relief Society, and Sunday School.
Our fifth daughter Eunice Roselia was born at Pima, Arizona December 3, 1880. Baptized at Garden City, Utah, June 6, 1889. She was married October 11, 1900, to Thomas N. R. McCann, endowed and sealed in the Logan Temple. She is the mother of seven children, five sons and two daughters. She has always been a good worker and filled every position she has been called on to fill, and has worked in all the organizations.
When the first Relief Society was organized in Holden, I was one of the first to join it. I was put in as a teacher and held that office for eight years. On work days we would take our spinning wheels to meeting and teach the girls to spin. We also taught them to braid straw for hats and other things.
While in Holden my husband built a good house to replace the little log one we had built there soon after we were married. We bought a molasses mill, raised sugar cane and sold molasses and with the fruit from the orchard we had planted soon after we were married, and my husband working at this trade, black-smithing, we were getting real comfortable.
I took my four children and went to Bear Lake for a visit to my parents. My husband came to get us and as Garden City was just settling, the people persuaded us to come back there to live and help them. We returned to Holden, sold out there and got ready to move to Bear Lake. Just at that time Apostle Erastus Snow came to call people to go and settle Arizona, and we were called to go there. Well, that was one of the trials of my life, but I did not refuse to go. But I could not leave Utah without seeing my mother and father again so while my husband was preparing to leave for Arizona, I with my four children started with a team and white-top carriage to go three hundred miles, to bid my parents and brothers and sisters goodbye, not knowing that I would never see them again. My second daughter was fourteen years old. She was my teamster as my boy was only eight. We stayed in Bear Lake three weeks, then returned to Holden and started for Arizona on the 29th day of October, 1878. We traveled down through Utah past Kanab and Johnson settlement, on down to the big Colorado. The people had told us that we would have to cook enough food to last four or five days, as there was no wood near the river, everything was petrified to stone and we found this to be true. There appeared to be plenty of wood but when you would try to pick it up, it was solid stone. As it was in the fall the river was low and they had a large ferryboat that they could take a wagon and team at a time on, so we all got over in one day, there being ten or twelve wagons in all. But when we were ready to go over the big mountain called Lee's Back Bone we found the road up the side of it to be a series of stone stairs, and so steep and high we had to use all the teams in the company to take one wagon up; it was one mile to the top. On the top of the mountain there was a dugway, one mile long and so very narrow that the wagon wheels would be within six inches of the edge in places, where we could look down and see the river five hundred feet or more below. We dared not have more than one span of animals on a wagon for fear they would slip off into the river. I, myself drove a gentle team around it, with my baby in my lap. When we got around this, there was a flat place where we stopped and locked all the wheels with chains, to go down the other side. As I was the last to get around the top, my husband came and locked my wheels and said, "Now you wait here until I help the others down and I will come back and get you." I waited until the rest were out of sight, and then I started down. And as the road made a sharp turn around a big rock the wheel struck the rock and stopped. But I did not want to stop there as it was nearly dark, so I sat baby down in the bottom of the buggie, got out, untied the wheels on that side got in and backed the team far enough that I could pass the rock by turning them against the hill on the other side. I then got out and tied the wheels again and went on alright. Just after that my husband met me and said, "How in the world did you get around that rock?" I told him and he said, "You will do."
We camped at the foot of the mountain that night and started south the next morning over very rough roads and wild country. Water was very scarce and we had to have it in barrels and many times our cattle and horses were very thirsty. We crossed the little Colorado River by fording it as the water was low but we had to hurry across as it had a quicksand bottom. When we came to Brigham City on the west side of the river, we were invited to have dinner in the large dining room of the United Order, as many of our Utah friends were there. We went up the river past Snow Flake and Shallow Creek, finally we stopped at a place called Cluff's ranch on Christmas day. We had known the Cluffs in Utah, so we felt that we had some friends there. Their place was in the northern edge of the forest and we pitched our tents there for the winter. My husband who was appointed as head of the company, took four of the men and went to find a place to settle. They went south through the forest past Fort Apache and over onto the Gila River, into the Gila Valley where he decided to settle. They returned and the four men who had gone with him, decided not to go back, so he formed another company and in the spring we went and settled there, arriving April 8, 1879.
We built the first house out of rough cottonwood logs, as that was the only timber we could get. When we first came in sight of the place, the trees were covered with large black caterpillars, and the leaves were all eaten off. We drove onto a nice level grassy flat, ideal for the town, but that night we had a very heavy rain which made our flat a deep muddy day, so we had to move on to a more sandy place. We also had a frost which froze the water in our barrels and all the caterpillars. The people who had been there for years said they never saw such a thing before, it was sent for the benefit of the Mormons.
We had named the place Smithville in honor of President Jessie N. Smith of the Snowflake Stake, who gave us a ward organization. But when we applied for a post office we were told there was an office by that name in Arizona, so they gave us the name of Pima. My husband was appointed postmaster in June 1880. We also built a little store and I took care of them both as my husband had so much else to do. We let our goods out on credit so the people could work getting the water out. I now had plenty of work to do. The mail came twice a day by team as there were no railroads within forty miles. In stormy weather it was sometimes early and sometimes late. And the last two years I had to be up most of the night as the schedule had changed and the mail came twice each night. I had to hire a girl as my oldest daughter was now married and gone away. That year on December 3, 1880, my youngest child was born. Well, we all had to work very hard and it was a very hot climate. Nearly everyone had chills and fever and many died. But through the blessings of the Lord I was not smitten, my children were all sick, but none of them died. After we had been here about four years my husband was taken sick with an abscess on his liver and after a long illness he died June 5, 1883, age forty-nine years. This was a heavy blow to me. I was left with four young children, my oldest and only boy being thirteen years old. My husband was a very industrious man and broke his health in working so hard helping to settle new country. I remember at Pima when so many were sick he swam the river nine times and back in one day taking food and medicine to the sick. He was in the Bishopric and thought a great deal of by all the people. After his death I was appointed postmaster and as I was in debt for most of the goods we had sold on credit, I stayed there nearly another year trying to collect the debts, get out of debt myself and keep my family, but the people were so poor they could pay me nothing, or thought they couldn't.
She has more notes. #2.
That fall at conference I was called to be President of the Relief Society, but I could not accept it as my six-year-old daughter had the scarlet fever and came near dying, but through faith and prayers her life was spared. I had made up my mind to resign the postoffice and go back to my parents and friends in Utah. We had no money to go on the railroad so we had to go by team. There was no company going to Utah that spring and I did not know how I could go, but I got ready and my boy sold my cow for forty dollars so we had a little money to go on. If the people could have paid what they owed me I could have paid every cent of my debt and had four hundred dollars left. But I left the store books for the creditors to collect. And I found out after they had done so, but I never did got anything, but I did not care as long as I knew that I was out of debt. I got along alright by taking in washings and spinning and my people were very kind to me. After I had resigned the office and was almost ready to leave, a young man from Utah by the name of James McClellan, who was visiting there came to me and told me he would drive me through and furnish his share of the food if I would haul his bedding. So I was very glad the way was open for me to come.
There is another side to my life which I think I should have told so will include it here. It was in 1868, while living in Holden, Utah, I took in a young orphan girl whose name was Caroline Scofield. She was born at Sunderland, England November 3, 1851. She was the daughter of John and Margaret Scofield. She had neither home nor friends as her father had died in England when she was a baby. Her Mother married again and they came to Council Bluffs with the three children. The mother died there leaving four children, one belonging to the second husband. He gave the children away one in a place. This little girl who was seven years old was brought to Fillmore by a Mormon family and was raised there until she was old enough to work, she would then stay with one family a while and then another. When she was seventeen years old she came to Holden to live with one of my neighbors. They got tired of her, as she was not well for some time and unable to work, so they drove her away, and I took her in, for pity, and finally gave her to my husband for a second wife, as both he and she had expressed a liking for each other, and as you all know, at that time this was one of the principles of our religion. We went to the Endowment House in Salt Lake and she received her endowments and was sealed to him in the fall of 1868. We lived in the same house together for fifteen years, and raised our families together. She became the mother of seven children, five sons who were all born at Holden, Utah and two daughters born at Pima, Arizona as she went there with us. She is still living there, is now seventy-four years old. After our husband died I left the home and field land all for her there and started back to my dear family in Utah.
We left Pima on the 28th day of April 1884, traveled four days, came to Black River which is a very deep river in the Mogollon Mts. It is always crossed by ferryboat, but the boat was over on the North side, we could not get it. We stayed there four days waiting for help. This morning the boys tried to swim the horses and mules, but they refused to go, but about 10 o'clock two soldiers came along leading five hundred Indians whom they were moving to another reservation. One of the Indians who was a very good swimmer swam the river and brought the boat back. It leaked so badly, it took half a day to fix it fit to use. Then they helped us across, we traveled North about ten miles to Fort Apache, and camped nearby the Fort for the night. From there we went to Woodruff on the head of the Little Colorado, where my married daughter lived, and stayed there to rest and visit for a few days. I left her there and did not see her again for ten years.
When we came near the Holbrook Railroad Station we drove into a stream of water to let our horses drink, but when we tried to start the team could not pull the wagon out, for the bottom of the stream proved to be of quicksand. In trying to pull out of it the wagon tongue was broken off, we had to get an ox team from a farmer nearby and pull the wagon out backward. The young man then went on a horse to the station to see if he could get a tongue for the wagon; there was one and it proved to fit our wagon. If we had not gotten this we could have gone no further. I tell this to show how the hand of the Lord was over us all the time. Next morning we traveled on to the crossing of the Little Colorado, but the water was so high we could not cross, so had to travel all the way down on the east side of the river. When we came to Sunset one of our wheels got out of order. We stopped there to see if there was anyone who could help us as we knew the town was broken up, but we found that there was just one man still there, waiting for someone to come back to get him and his tools and other things. He happened to be a blacksmith, so he fixed our wagon. If we had been one day later, we could not have gone on or gone back. Another time where the blessings of the Lord were manifest in our behalf, for which I was and am still very thankful. We traveled on alright for a long way through the Indian country. I do not know the distance but they did not molest us. And now we began to meet people who had crossed the Big Colorado going south. They would tell us about the high water, and that they were afraid we could not cross the big river, but we could not turn back, as we did not have enough food. So we were obliged to travel on. We had to go over "Lee's Back Bone" again but I did not drive this time. When we got over the mountain and down to the river the ferry-man told us that we were taking our lives in our own hands to cross that river. We had to take our wagon to pieces and cross a little at a time, in a small rowboat and swim the horses across by having two men to row the boat, and one to hold to the horses. In order to take the team across with the least trouble, they led them up into the mouth of the canyon, where the stream was not so wide. They put my boy in the center of the boat to hold the rope to lead the horses across, which were swimming behind the boat. But the river was so rough and timbers pitching and tumbling, that it frightened the first horse so badly that he snorted and floundered and pulled the boat right down even with the wagon, away out in the middle of that wild river. I was so frightened that it made me feel sick for a few minutes. Then I thought how the hand of the Lord had been over us on this perilous journey, so I went out a little way from the wagon, where I could not see the horse or the wildly dashing waves. I knelt down and covered my head and prayed earnestly to the Lord to help us cross the river in safety, that we may reach our dear home in Utah, and be permitted to help in the work for the dead, and be permitted to carry on our duty to him. When I arose and went back to the wagon, my son was standing on the other side of the river holding the horse by the rope, and swinging his hat to me. The two men were going back up the stream for the other animals. I did not see them again until they were coming across for the wagon. The river had calmed down until the floating timber was sliding along without a splash. I had fixed some dinner on the folding table and when the men sat down to eat, the ferryman said, "Do you notice that river? Why, I have never seen the river so smooth when the water was high. It is as if oil had been poured on the water. I cannot account for it." But I knew why it was so. It remained smooth until we were all safely across for which I gave thanks to my Heavenly Father. They crossed nine times until the high water was over, for the river was rising two feet every twenty-four hours. But we were over safely, and went on rejoicing.
When we came to the head of the Sevier River, we found we could not cross that so we had to go east around through Grass Valley. Here we had to leave our teamster for we had reached his home, but we were at home also for we were now in our beloved Utah.
We now turned westward and traveled two days and reached Glenwood on the east side of Sevier River, but as we could not cross it, we stayed here a few days with some friends. We heard that the bridge at Salina, twenty miles below Glenwood, would be fixed on a certain day. We loaded our wagon and started for Salina. We did not stop for dinner but drove through the town inquiring the way to the bridge. On learning that men were down there fixing it we went west about a mile when we met a Danish man coming with a load of hay. He stopped and asked, "Vare is you going Lady?" He told me if I ever drove in that river me and my children would all be drowned. I told him if the bridge wasn't fixed we would camp there a day. But as we went we met the load of men who had been working on the bridge, but were going home early as their boss hadn't come. I asked them if they couldn't help us over. I had heard there was a wagon pulled over yesterday, but I would not have come today if I had not thought it would be fixed. They said it was just a running gear that had been pulled across, and I told them mine was not much more. We could carry the two trunks and bedding across the foot bridge that was two long slim logs thrown across. We could tie the wagon box on and lead the mules to it and pull it through. They all stared at me and one stepped up and said, "Say have you got a man hid up in that wagon?" I said, "No you can look." He stepped up and looked in and said, "Who are you anyway and where did you come from?" I said, "I am a widow, my name is Harriet Teeples, I am from Pima, Arizona. My husband died a year ago and I am making my way back to my folks in Bear Lake Valley." He said he had a brother in Pima, and told me his namewe had been neighbors. He could hardly believe we had come that long way by team. He called the other men, and they had us all over, carrying the younger children, trunks, bedding, in just one hour. One man asked if one trunk was filled with gold it was so heavy. I said no just a few books. They were real jolly and when I offered to pay them they said no, it would come in their day's wages. They were glad to help a widow anyway as they were working for their country. We went on rejoicing and were very thankful.
We went to the house of my husband's cousin and stayed that night. When he saw us coming he threw up his hat and shouted, "Hurrah! for you. How did you get across the River?" I told him and he said, "I didn't think you would be that plucky." "Well," I said, "when I make up my mind to do a thing, I generally find a way to do it if I ask the help of the Lord."
We started on the next day, and as we were driving along a side hill the upper front wheel of the wagon struck a large rock, and the lower one dropped into a hole. It gave such a sudden jolt that it threw my three-year-old baby girl out over the front wheel onto a sharp rock, and my fourteen-year-old boy right over her on the ground. It did not hurt the boy seriously, but the baby lay so still that while I got the team stopped and jumped out she had not made a sound. Her brother had lifted her and ran to me with her head drooping and her face covered with blood. I took her in my arms and ran to a little stream and bathed her face in the cool water. I found it had cut a gash through her cheek, and I could see her teeth through it. It had stunned her and she had not yet come to herself. But it had all come so sudden and I had hurried so fast I hardly realized anything only to try and bring her out of her danger. When she opened her eyes and looked at me and began to moan, then I began to shake and tremble and became so weak I fairly tottered up and laid her on the bedding in the wagon, and fell on my knees and thanked the Lord with all my soul, that he had spared her life. She could not raise her little head again that day, but she was better the next morning and now we had reached our old home at Holden, Utah July 4th. Two of my husband's brothers lived there with their families. We stayed with them until the last of August and reached our home at Garden City, Utah on the 17th day of September, 1884.
Our people were glad to have us back and we were very glad and thankful to be with them. We lived with Mother for a while then one of our good friends offered me a two-room log house for the winter which we very thankfully accepted. My brothers brought me flour and provisions and one of them lived with us and kept us in wood and etc. We were very comfortable. At the first Y.L.M.A. conference held there in October 1884, I was very much surprised to hear my name called as secretary of that association, which office I held for nineteen years. I was also called to teach a class in Sunday School which I did for fourteen years. Also took care of sacrament for three years. I was appointed postmaster in October 1887 and held the position for ten years, then was released.
In 1888, I went to live with Eliza C. Hall, a sister of my father. I took care of her until she died and she gave me her house and half-acre city lot. I lived there twenty years, keeping the post office in my own house, being called on again to take it. In the winter of 1908 my daughter Phebe died and left her family, her husband and six children, and in order to be close to them, I sold my home and built another near them. I still kept the office and in 1915, my house caught fire and burned to the ground while I was away, and destroyed everything I owned except the clothes I had on. The best office equipment all belonged to me. It with all the office money was destroyed but the Government did not charge it up to me, as we picked up hands full of melted silver. The people were very good to me, and by donating lumber and work, and with the four hundred dollars insurance I had they built me a good or better house than the other one. My son-in-law, Edward S. Calder, being a carpenter took charge of it. But the loss of precious things, such as family records and records of Temple work, and all my father's and mother's writings and heirlooms, could never be replaced, but through the blessings of our Heavenly Father I lived through it, and am still here.
I with my father, mother, brothers, and sisters have done a great deal of Temple work for the dead. But have been to a great deal of expense getting records and tracing our ancestors back for full three hundred years, which book was burned. Also going through temple records to find just what work had been done. We started working for the dead in 1872, in the old house where in connection with my parents and others could have baptisms and sealings done, but no endowments for the dead were given until Temples were built.
I resigned the Post Office one year ago and was released on the 1st of August 1924 and in September I went to Logan and there I worked in the Temple until the last of April, then I returned here to my home in Garden City, Utah. But I hope and pray that I may be able to go again and do more of the work, which I will do if I am permitted to remain in this life and have my health and strength, with which I have always been greatly blessed. I am the mother of eight children, four living and four who have gone before me. I have a posterity of thirty-one living grandchildren and more than fifty great-grandchildren. My children are scattered from British Columbia to California and I have not seen one-half of my great-grandchildren but they are all members of the church.
I exhort my dear children and friends to hold fast to this gospel of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and follow its teachings and never do or say anything against the leaders of this church or their teachings.
I was eighty years old October 29, 1924 and I bear my testimony that this is the only true gospel and if we live up to its teachings and keep God's commandments, we will be rewarded for all the good we do.
Spouse: William Randolph TEEPLES. William Randolph TEEPLES and Harriet Betsy COOK were married on 21 AUG 1859 in Goshen, Utah County, Utah. Children were: Harriet Rita TEEPLES, Beatrice Ann Eliza TEEPLES, William George TEEPLES, Alonzo Randolph TEEPLES, Phebe Henrietta TEEPLES, David Wolcott TEEPLES, Alice Aurelia TEEPLES, Eunice Roselia TEEPLES.
Harriet Colby COOK was born on 5 APR 1831 in Newburyport, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: Early Vital Records of Essex County, Massachusetts to 1850 for Newburyport.) Parents: Thomas COOK and Sarah COLBY.
Harriet S. COOK was born in SEP 1864 in Massachusetts. She appeared in the census on 8 JUN 1900 in Gloucester, Essex County, Massachusetts. She appeared in the census on 15 SEP 1910 in Gloucester, Essex County, Massachusetts.
Spouse: Samuel Veazy COLBY. Samuel Veazy COLBY and Harriet S. COOK were married on 24 APR 1889 in Gloucester, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: NEHGS, Massachusetts Vital Records, 1841-1910.)
Harvey E. COOK was born on 16 FEB 1867 in Ellsworth, Hancock County, Maine. SOURCE: "A Genealogy of the Descendants of Abraham Colby and Elizabeth Blaisdell, his wife Who settled in Bow in 1768" By one of them, Concord, NH Printed by the Republican Press Association 1895. Parents: Gideon S. COOK and Sarah A. SWAN.
Hattie A. COOK was born on 25 NOV 1860 in Ellsworth, Hancock County, Maine. SOURCE: "A Genealogy of the Descendants of Abraham Colby and Elizabeth Blaisdell, his wife Who settled in Bow in 1768" By one of them, Concord, NH Printed by the Republican Press Association 1895. Parents: Gideon S. COOK and Sarah A. SWAN.
Henry COOK was born in England.
Spouse: Annie E. TAYLOR. Henry COOK and Annie E. TAYLOR were married date unknown in England.
Herschel Rudolf COOK was born on 30 NOV 1885. He died in APR 1976.
Spouse: Marion Blanche COLBY. Herschel Rudolf COOK and Marion Blanche COLBY were married on 17 APR 1907 in Amesbury, Essex County, Massachusetts.
Ira Lavar COOK was born on 11 MAR 1905 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. He appeared in the census on 2 MAY 1910 in Giles, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) He appeared in the census on 23 JAN 1920 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) He died on 12 JAN 1989 at Ogden, Weber County, Utah. He was buried on 16 JAN 1989. Parents: Daniel B. COOK and Martha Alzina SLY.
Janna M. COOK was born on 7 APR 1964. Parents: Norris Mott COOK and Claudia Michele SPRINGER.
Jennie J. COOK was born on 16 NOV 1865 in Wallingford, Rutland County, Vermont. (Daughter of John J. COOK & Rosanna SARBELL.) She appeared in the census on 4 MAY 1910 in Northfield, Washington County, Vermont. She appeared in the census on 23 APR 1930 in Northfield, Washington County, Vermont. She died on 4 AUG 1936.
Spouse: Maynard Dexter COLBY. Maynard Dexter COLBY and Jennie J. COOK were married on 31 OCT 1896 in Vermont. (SOURCE: FHL Number 1000976; COLBY, Maynard D., Age: 25 years; Marriage: Jennie HILL, Age: 29 years; Date: 31 Oct 1896; Recorded in: Birth and Marriage Index for New Hampshire. Wife previously married.) Children were: Bernice A. COLBY, Hazel W. COLBY, Henry Wite COLBY.
John Leland COOK was born on 30 DEC 1902 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. He appeared in the census on 2 MAY 1910 in Giles, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) He appeared in the census on 23 JAN 1920 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) He died on 18 OCT 1983 at Orem, Utah County, Utah. He was buried on 22 OCT 1983. Parents: Daniel B. COOK and Martha Alzina SLY.
Joseph Colby COOK was born on 18 MAY 1837 in Newburyport, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: Early Vital Records of Essex County, Massachusetts to 1850 for Newburyport.) Parents: Thomas COOK and Sarah COLBY.
Kerry Jay COOK was born on 5 AUG 1931 in Bicknell, Wayne County, Utah. He died on 10 MAY 1935 at Torrey, Wayne County, Utah. He was buried in the Torrey Cemetery at Torrey, Wayne County, Utah Parents: Melvin Athus COOK and Nelda MOTT.
Lemuel W. COOK was born in 1839 in Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts. He appeared in the census in JUN 1880 in Chelsea, Suffolk County, Massachusetts. In 1880 he was in Chelsea, Suffolk County, Massachusetts.
Lester S. COOK was born on 1 FEB 1857 in Ellsworth, Hancock County, Maine. Lester was engaged in the trucking business in San Francisco.
SOURCE: "A Genealogy of the Descendants of Abraham Colby and Elizabeth Blaisdell, his wife Who settled in Bow in 1768" By one of them, Concord, NH Printed by the Republican Press Association 1895. Parents: Gideon S. COOK and Sarah A. SWAN.
Lizzie N. COOK was born on 24 APR 1855 in Ellsworth, Hancock County, Maine. SOURCE: "A Genealogy of the Descendants of Abraham Colby and Elizabeth Blaisdell, his wife Who settled in Bow in 1768" By one of them, Concord, NH Printed by the Republican Press Association 1895. Parents: Gideon S. COOK and Sarah A. SWAN.
Luelia Jane COOK was born on 9 NOV 1900 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. She appeared in the census on 2 MAY 1910 in Giles, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) She died on 10 NOV 1951 at Utah. Parents: Daniel B. COOK and Martha Alzina SLY.
Margaret COOK was born in 1835 in New York. She appeared in the census on 12 JUL 1860 in Bloomer, Montcalm County, Michigan. She appeared in the census in 1870 in Flint, Genesee County, Michigan. She appeared in the census on 12 JUN 1880 in Flint, Genesee County, Michigan. She died.
Marion Grey COOK was born on 7 OCT 1922 in Rains, Carbon County, Utah. He died on 9 OCT 1922 at Raines, Carborn County, Utah. Parents: Daniel Marion COOK and Alice Rose TEEPLES.
Mary J. COOK was born on 2 APR 1859 in Ellsworth, Hancock County, Maine. SOURCE: "A Genealogy of the Descendants of Abraham Colby and Elizabeth Blaisdell, his wife Who settled in Bow in 1768" By one of them, Concord, NH Printed by the Republican Press Association 1895. Parents: Gideon S. COOK and Sarah A. SWAN.
Maude E. COOK was born on 28 AUG 1906 in Madison, Carroll County, New Hampshire. Goodwin, Elmer C., ae 22, son Emery A. Goodwin & Helen A. Angel, m Maude E. Cook, ae 21, dau Delber Cook & Susie E. Colby, b Madison, Aug 28, 1906, 1st m
Parents: Delbert COOK and Susie E. COLBY.
Melvin Athus COOK was born on 8 MAR 1907 in Caineville, Wayne County, Utah. He appeared in the census on 2 MAY 1910 in Giles, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) He appeared in the census on 23 JAN 1920 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) He died on 24 AUG 1986 at Gunnison, Sanpete County, Utah. He was buried on 29 AUG 1986 in the Torrey Cemetery at Torrey, Wayne County, Utah Parents: Daniel B. COOK and Martha Alzina SLY.
Nelda Lavern COOK was born on 13 SEP 1909 in Fremont, Wayne County, Utah. She appeared in the census on 2 MAY 1910 in Giles, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) She appeared in the census on 23 JAN 1920 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) She died on 13 JUN 1993. Parents: Daniel B. COOK and Martha Alzina SLY.
Norris Mott COOK was born on 8 MAY 1935 in Torrey, Wayne County, Utah. Parents: Melvin Athus COOK and Nelda MOTT.
Ruth Emilie COOK was born on 22 DEC 1921 in Waltham, Middlesex County, Massachusetts. She died on 18 SEP 2000 at Winnemucca, Humboldt County, Nevada. She had Social Security Number 526-52-4518.
Social Security Death Index
Name: Ruth E. Dickey
Last Residence: 89445 Winnemucca, Humboldt, Nevada, United States of America
Born: 22 Dec 1921
Died: 18 Sep 2000
State (Year) SSN issued: Arizona (1955 )
Spouse: Gilmore Colby DICKEY. Gilmore Colby DICKEY and Ruth Emilie COOK were married on 22 FEB 1940 in Belmont, Middlesex County, Massachusetts.
Samuel COOK was born date unknown. He has Ancestral File Number 8LR1-KX.
Spouse: Mary MALLORY. Samuel COOK and Mary MALLORY were married on 14 JUL 1690 in New Haven, New Haven County, Connecticut. Family History Library shows marriage as 1696.
Samuel COOK was born about 1724 in Newbury, Essex County, Massachusetts.
Spouse: Judith BARTLETT. Samuel COOK and Judith BARTLETT were married on 18 FEB 1745/46 in Newbury, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: Early Vital Records of Essex County, Massachusetts to 1850 for Newbury.)
Sarah Bell COOK was born on 26 AUG 1862 in Ellsworth, Hancock County, Maine. SOURCE: "A Genealogy of the Descendants of Abraham Colby and Elizabeth Blaisdell, his wife Who settled in Bow in 1768" By one of them, Concord, NH Printed by the Republican Press Association 1895. Parents: Gideon S. COOK and Sarah A. SWAN.
Sarah Elizabeth COOK was born on 26 MAR 1849 in Lawrence, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: Early Vital Records of Essex County, Massachusetts to 1850 for Lawrence.) Parents: Thomas COOK and Sarah COLBY.
Shane Dwen COOK was born on 21 JUN 1961. Parents: Norris Mott COOK and Claudia Michele SPRINGER.
Susie Eldona COOK was born on 6 OCT 1913 in Giles, Wayne County, Utah. She appeared in the census on 23 JAN 1920 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) She died on 23 DEC 2003 at West Jordon, Salt Lake County, Utah.
Susie Eldona Smith
Home for Christmas. Susie Eldona Cook Powell Smith returned to her loved ones in heaven on Dec. 23, 2003. She was born Oct. 6, 1913, in Giles, Wayne County, the youngest in a family of 12 children.
She held many callings in the auxiliaries of the church over the years including primary president, primary teacher, counselor in the Young Women's presidency, gospel doctrine teacher, and theology and literature teacher in the Relief Society. She loved being a visiting teacher long after she became blind and homebound. The ladies she taught came to her home each month so she could continue being a visiting teacher.
After the death of her husband, Norman Smith, she went to live with her daughter, Dana Sue Morgan in West Jordan. In spite of all her suffering, she always retained her delightful sense of humor and quick wit. An excellent writer, she wrote many dramas and road shows, and took delight in writing stories and poetry about people she knew.
Many nieces, nephews and friends love her and admire her courage in trials and sorrows. She was greatly loved in her Welby West Jordan LDS 2nd ward by everyone and especially the youth and children. Many thanks to them for their love and care for her.
She was preceded in death by her husbands, Edward J. Powell and Norman L. Smith; her parents, Daniel B. Cook and Martha Alzina (Sly) Cook, and 11 brothers and sisters; Marion, Clarence (Clad), Delisle, Thelma, Luella, Leland, Lavar, Melvin, Nelda, Elton Ray and Alton Jay.
She is survived by her three children, Edward Jay (Neva) Powell, Terrebonne, Ore., Dana Sue (Kent) Morgan, West Jordan, and Rosalie (Raymond) Jennings, Sumter, S.C.
Her funeral will be Saturday, Jan. 3, 2004, at 11 a.m., at the Welby West Jordan LDS 2nd ward, 9400 South 40th West, West Jordan. The viewing will be that morning at the church from 9:30 to 10:45 a.m.
Interment will be in the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery.
Funeral arrangements were by Colonial Funeral Home, 5850 South 900 East, Murray, UT 84031
She was buried on 3 JAN 2004 in the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery at Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah She had Social Security Number 529-22-3218. Parents: Daniel B. COOK and Martha Alzina SLY.
Spouse: Edward J. POWELL. Edward J. POWELL and Susie Eldona COOK were married on 26 SEP 1935 in Richfield, Sevier County, Utah. They were divorced about 1955.
Spouse: Norman LeRoy SMITH. Norman LeRoy SMITH and Susie Eldona COOK were married on 30 MAR 1956 in Elko, Elko County, Nevada.
Thelma Alzina COOK was born on 18 SEP 1898 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. She appeared in the census on 9 JUN 1900 in Lyman, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) She appeared in the census on 2 MAY 1910 in Giles, Wayne County, Utah. (living at home with father and mother.) She died on 11 JUN 1975 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah. She was buried on 15 JUN 1975 in the Loa Cemetery at Loa, Wayne County, Utah Parents: Daniel B. COOK and Martha Alzina SLY.
Thomas COOK was born on 2 JUL 1808 in Newburyport, Essex County, Massachusetts. He died from diabetes on 10 FEB 1869 at Newburyport, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: NEHGS, Massachusetts Vital Records, 1841-1910.) He was buried in the 1st Parish Cemetery at Newbury, Essex County, Massachusetts
Spouse: Sarah COLBY. Thomas COOK and Sarah COLBY were married on 15 MAR 1828 in Newbury, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: Early Vital Records of Essex County, Massachusetts to 1850 for Newbury.) Children were: Francis Rust COOK, Harriet Colby COOK, Edward Thomas COOK, Andrew Jackson COOK, Joseph Colby COOK, Thomas Noyes COOK, Albert James COOK, George William COOK, Benjamin Colby COOK, Sarah Elizabeth COOK.
Thomas Noyes COOK was born on 8 SEP 1839 in Newburyport, Essex County, Massachusetts. (SOURCE: Early Vital Records of Essex County, Massachusetts to 1850 for Newburyport.) Parents: Thomas COOK and Sarah COLBY.
Antje COOL was born about 1735 in Lower Montville, Morris County, New Jersey. She has Ancestral File Number WL29-49. She died. Parents: Jacob COOL and Sarah DAVENPORT.
Barent COOL was christened/baptized on 4 OCT 1719 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York. He has Ancestral File Number GMH9-RJ. He died. Parents: Lendert COOL Jr. and Annetjen (Antje) DEKKER.
Spouse: Sarah PHOENIX. Barent COOL and Sarah PHOENIX were married about 1754.
Barent Jacobse COOL was born about 1610. He died. Parents: Jacob KOOL and Mrs Jacob KOOL.
Beeletie COOL was christened/baptized on 17 MAR 1706 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York. She has Ancestral File Number GMH9-MT. She died. Parents: Lendert COOL Jr. and Annetjen (Antje) DEKKER.
Cornelius COOL was christened/baptized on 31 OCT 1714 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York. He has Ancestral File Number GMH9-P6. He died. Parents: Lendert COOL Jr. and Annetjen (Antje) DEKKER.
Spouse: Lena DECKER. Cornelius COOL and Lena DECKER were married on 1 JUN 1740 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York.
Eva COOL was christened/baptized on 6 MAR 1733/34 in Hackensack, Bergen County, New Jersey. She has Ancestral File Number WL28-W4. She died. Parents: Jacob COOL and Sarah DAVENPORT.
Spouse: Hendrick BUYS. Hendrick BUYS and Eva COOL were married about 1750.
Jacob COOL was christened/baptized on 10 MAR 1738 in Pompton Plains, Morris County, New Jersey. He has Ancestral File Number WL29-FT. He died. Parents: Jacob COOL and Sarah DAVENPORT.
Spouse: Maria (COOL). Jacob COOL and Maria (COOL) were married about 1760.
Jacob COOL was born on 28 FEB 1703 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York. He was christened/baptized on 25 OCT 1703 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York. He died. Parents: Lendert COOL Jr. and Annetjen (Antje) DEKKER.
Spouse: Sarah DAVENPORT. Jacob COOL and Sarah DAVENPORT were married on 31 OCT 1728 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York. Children were: Eva COOL, Antje COOL, Maria Polly COLE, Jacob COOL, Johanne COOL, Sarah COOL.
Johanne COOL was christened/baptized on 27 APR 1740 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York. He has Ancestral File Number GMH9-FS. He died. Parents: Jacob COOL and Sarah DAVENPORT.
Johannes COOL was christened/baptized on 19 MAY 1717 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York. He has Ancestral File Number GMH9-QC. He died. Parents: Lendert COOL Jr. and Annetjen (Antje) DEKKER.
Spouse: Catherine BRESIE. Johannes COOL and Catherine BRESIE were married on 28 APR 1738 in Kingston, Ulster County, New York.