History
of James
and Emily Blacknell Hoggard
James Hoggard was born 4 August
1823,
at Edwinstowe,
Nottinghamshire,
England. He was the son of Samuel and
Elizabeth Radford Hoggard and was the tenth child in the
family. His
mother passed away when he was three years old. His father
married again
to Elizabeth Elvidge. There were eight children born of this
union, making
a family of eighteen children. His father was a professional
butcher and
was gored to death as he was in the act of killing an animal.
At this time
James was taken by a wealthy landlord with whom he lived and worked
many years.
While there he gained much valuable experience. (James was
probably living
in Arnold, Nottingham, England, with his father and family as a
youth.)
Emily
Blacknell was the daughter of Joseph
and Elizabeth Spencer Blacknell. She was born 14 February
1825, at
Calverton, Nottinghamshire, England and was the sixth child in the
family.
Emily was short and slim with very
dark hair and eyes. Her
people were all very industrious and thrifty. Her father and
brothers were
tailors by trade and her mother was a lace maker. Emily was
an embroiderer
and finisher of fancy gloves and all her sisters were experts with the
needle.
One time when she was helping her mother sew gloves for a glove
factory, she
dropped one of the gloves on the hearth and it was slightly
burned.
She was frightened for fear she would lose the work, but when the man
come to
see about the gloves she told him what had happened. He was
very kind and
showed her how to mend it so it could be sold as a second.
James and
Emily were married 26 February
1842, when he was nineteen and she was seventeen. They made
their home in
Calverton, near Emily's family. Thirteen children were born
of this union,
six in England and the others in America.
One day in the
year 1852, the elders of the
church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, came to their home and
taught them
the Gospel. Being of the blood of Joseph and the lineage of
Ephraim, they
recognized the true Gospel of Christ and readily accepted it.
They were
baptized into the church and soon began to dream of coming to
Zion. They
were comfortably situated in England, but they were willing to leave
behind
their worldly possessions and their many friends and relatives to come
to Utah
to join the Saints.
After careful
planning and arranging, James
Hoggard left his wife and family behind and came to America to make a
place for
them. Emily was left behind with four small children: Mary,
Elizabeth,
George and James. One son, Samuel, had died at the age of
five. Not
long after James left for America, another little girl, Dorothy, was
born.
James was
thirty years old when he set sail
from England on the ship Germanicus,
under Captain Falls, on 4 April 1854.
One of the passengers who crossed the Atlantic in this company wrote
the
following statement: "They left Liverpool bound for the United States
with
about five hundred passengers on board the ship, which was a sailing
vessel.
About one half of the people on board were Latter Day Saints.
They became
lost and tried to find the trade winds but failed. When near
the West
Indies, some of the sailors went on shore to get water as the ships
supply was
running low. The food supply was also low, so it was
necessary to go on
rations. Here they were in a dead calm for twenty days, with
the
thermometer reading 120 degrees in the shade. They took on
board a few
casks of water near Cuba. Here again the ship struck bottom
and was
compelled to stand still until the next day when the tide came
in. The
sailors then tied ropes to the ship and pulled it off the bottom in a
row
boat." (Record book of the D.U.P. Richard Cook was
the Captain
left the same date 4 April 1854 with 220 LDS on board the ship
Germanicus.)
The ship
arrived in New Orleans on 12 June
1854, having spent sixty seven days in the voyage from
Liverpool. From
this point they shipped on the steamboat Uncle Sam, destined for St.
Louis,
Missouri. They landed there on 24 July 1854. The
price of the ticket
was $3.50. Fourteen days were spent in quarantine on an
island below St.
Louis where many of the company died. Elder Richard Cook was
in charge of
this group of saints.
James worked
and saved for a year and then
sent for his wife and family, and on 26 April 1855, Emily and her five
children
set sail on the ship William Stetson for New York. There were
two hundred
twenty nine saints on board and Elder Aaron Smithwist was in charge of
them.
Emily was ill most of the way and Mary, who was only ten years old, was
pressed
into service to cook, nurse and baby-sit. The trip was hard
on all of
them. Their cup of sorrow ran over when baby Dorothy died
from a sudden
illness and had to be buried at sea.
James was
waiting for them, when they
arrived in New York. He was eager to welcome them to their
new land and
anxious to take the baby he had never seen in his arms. His
sorrow and
disappointment was great when he learned of her death, and he realized
what
Emily had endured alone. He was very thankful for the safe
arrival of the
rest of his family and they were all happy to be together
again.
The family
stayed at Burlington, Iowa, and
they began to work and save for the trip to Utah. Emily went
out to sew
for people and James worked on a boat on the Mississippi
River. It was
dangerous work but paid a good wage. In a years time they had
the means to
continue their journey. Their son Hyrum was born 22 March
1856. Just
three weeks later they left for Utah. They traveled with
Captain Merrill's
Ox Team Company. Emily had to ride most of the way in the
wagon since she
wasn't very strong. Along the way, she had to give up the
third of her
children, James, who was just four years old, died and was buried along
the way.
It is hard to imagine the hardships and heart ache they endured, but it
makes me
realize how much the gospel meant to them and the strength of their
testimonies.
After a five
month journey, they arrived in
Salt Lake City on 11 September 1856. They were met by Heber
C. Kimball and
after a few days rest traveled on to American Fork with other
saints. They
arrived in American Fork on 15 September 1856 and camped by the creek
that ran
along the north wall of the fort. James went to work cutting
hay and
grain, and often waded in water up to his knees. He worked
with brother
Joshia Nicholes and they took squash and potatoes for their
pay. Emily
took her little family and went to glean the fields for dropped grain
to eat.
Brother Teltcher took the grain to Springville and brought back flour
and this
saw them through the long, hard winter. Thus began their life
in the land
of Zion, the place to which they came, because of their faith and love
of the
gospel.
They worked
long and hard and through they
had many trying times they never gave up. James was always up
and going
before three a.m. each morning. Emily learned to braid straw
hats, which
James or young George would take to Camp Floyd and sell to the soldiers
in Johnston's
Army. They made the trip with an ox team and also sold the
butter and eggs
they could spare. The soldiers were happy to buy the things
and this was
the first money they had since arriving in Utah.
They began
building their long dreamed for
home in the next spring. They hauled logs with an ox team and
built a
house on a lot of their own. (The current address of the home
is 32 East
100 South, American Fork, Utah).
In this humble
home were born seven more
children: Heber, Hannah, Alfred, Emily, Annie, and Martha and another
baby that
died at birth.
As the older
children grew up, they married
and left the home nest. Three of them were married before
Martha was born.
James and Emily lived in that same place the rest of their
lives.
James was a
very broad minded man, his
motto in all his dealings was to give but never take. He was
honest and
generous to a fault. At no time in his life was he too busy
or tired to go
help a neighbor. He seemed to have the gift of healing, and
people often
came to him for help to set a broken bone or to be treated for cuts or
wounds.
He tended to sick animals as well as people and thought nothing of
spending
hours with a sick horse or cow. He felt it was his duty to do
all he could
for anyone who needed his help.
He was the
first head water master in
American Fork, which position he held for twenty one years.
He had charge
of all bridges and roads in the community and it was he who divided the
water
that came from American Fork Canyon. The water was shared
with Lehi and
Pleasant Grove, or Battle Creek as it was called then. He was
very
progressive and believed in home industry. He held stock in
every
cooperative project that would help the community in any way.
As the years
passed, due to hard work and thrift, the Hoggard's were as comfortable
and
prosperous as most of the people in the town. They were very
generous and
hospitable and no one ever went away hungry from their home.
Strangers
were made as welcome as friends and neighbors, and they opened their
home to
people just arriving to make a home in this land, and helped them to
find work
and get settled for themselves.
They loved
music and dancing and on New
Years day, everyone was invited to come and partake of their
hospitality.
Emily cooked for days ahead and friends and neighbors gathered to enjoy
the food
and fun that was always to be had there. The brass band never
failed to
come and play on New Years night. The song they loved best
was Auld Lang
Syne.
James and
Emily now had everything to make
them comfortable and happy. All was well with them until one
day in the
spring of 1883. James and Martha, the youngest daughter, were
working in
the field when James was stricken with a sunstroke and became very
ill. He
went and lay down under a tree on the ditch back to see if the sickness
would
pass. He finally sent Martha home, but he didn't get here
until late in
the afternoon. That was the last day he ever went to the
field. He
was ill all summer and on Sunday morning, 26 August 1883, his noble
spirit went
back to the God who gave it. At his funeral services, each
speaker
mentioned his outstanding honesty in all his dealings.
James death
was a blow from which Emily
never fully recovered. She had never been very strong and
James had always
been the main stay of the home. Emily was always patient and
never
complained but she wasn't well. On 10 April 1891, she had to
have her big
toe amputated because of an infection from an ingrown toe
nail. On 1
September 1896, she passed away. She left a living posterity
of nine
children, fifty six grandchildren and twenty six great
grandchildren. She
left them a heritage of which they can well be proud.