Memorial here
Note:This is the actual burial location ~ "memorial only" link above
Little Joseph's family had arrived at Coralville, outside of Iowa City, in preparation for crossing the Great Plains with the 3rd group of Mormon Saints in the Edward Bunker Handcart Company. (His father's, Thomas' first wife, Jane Morgan, and a daughter had died in 1845 and his second wife, Ann John, had also died in Wales, along with her infant son, Lewis, some four years earlier; but Ann's remaining children, Tom Jr., 10; Emma, 8; and Hyrum, 5 were with them on the trek).
The new little family consisted of Joseph, age fourteen and a half months old; his father Thomas Evans Sr., 37; his mother, Mary Norris, 24; and Joseph's older and younger sisters, Elizabeth, 3 and Mary Ann, three months old.
Just as many other families had been unfortunate to suffer, the Evans family grieved over Thomas' & Mary Norris' only son's death while they were encamped there and was laid to rest alongside other friends in a desert graveyard.
The bereaved family was obliged to continue preparing for their westward trek, which would commence in a few weeks.
The ADAMS SENTINEL a publication issued on July 28, 1856 from Fort Desmoines, Iowa gave a descriptive account of what they cryptically titled, "The Mormon Delusion":
"In the broiling sun these poor creatures, the majority of whom are women, moved along slowly in Indian file, dragging behind them in little carts the necessaries for the journey, sometimes two women dragging the cart, at other times a man and woman together. The company was from Europe, and mostly consisted of English people, who had left their comfortable homes, their early associations, and all the attachments which render the English such unwilling emigrants, and here, with a journey of more than a thousand miles before them, of which two hundred would be through a perfect desert, without shade or water, these miserable deluded people were trudging forward."
Those who had to leave loved ones in the lonely graves were the most downtrodden of all.
Mary Norris Evans would face larger trials in the Valley of Salt Lake, as her husband died, leaving her with her aged mother-in-law and all the children, just a year later.
"WE'LL MEET AGAIN"
A blanket wraps your tiny form,
As if it's presence can make you warm.
We cannot stop our freezing tears,
Nor think of future, empty years.
Nor even take the time to grieve,
For we must surely take our leave.
The handcarts slowly move along;
We, among the tattered throng.
We trudge along, behind the carts;
Choking sobs, with broken hearts.
Blinding sleet now numbs our pain;
Our only hope, "We'll meet again".
~~~~~~~~Shirleen C. Farley 2011
Note:This is the actual burial location ~ "memorial only" link above
Little Joseph's family had arrived at Coralville, outside of Iowa City, in preparation for crossing the Great Plains with the 3rd group of Mormon Saints in the Edward Bunker Handcart Company. (His father's, Thomas' first wife, Jane Morgan, and a daughter had died in 1845 and his second wife, Ann John, had also died in Wales, along with her infant son, Lewis, some four years earlier; but Ann's remaining children, Tom Jr., 10; Emma, 8; and Hyrum, 5 were with them on the trek).
The new little family consisted of Joseph, age fourteen and a half months old; his father Thomas Evans Sr., 37; his mother, Mary Norris, 24; and Joseph's older and younger sisters, Elizabeth, 3 and Mary Ann, three months old.
Just as many other families had been unfortunate to suffer, the Evans family grieved over Thomas' & Mary Norris' only son's death while they were encamped there and was laid to rest alongside other friends in a desert graveyard.
The bereaved family was obliged to continue preparing for their westward trek, which would commence in a few weeks.
The ADAMS SENTINEL a publication issued on July 28, 1856 from Fort Desmoines, Iowa gave a descriptive account of what they cryptically titled, "The Mormon Delusion":
"In the broiling sun these poor creatures, the majority of whom are women, moved along slowly in Indian file, dragging behind them in little carts the necessaries for the journey, sometimes two women dragging the cart, at other times a man and woman together. The company was from Europe, and mostly consisted of English people, who had left their comfortable homes, their early associations, and all the attachments which render the English such unwilling emigrants, and here, with a journey of more than a thousand miles before them, of which two hundred would be through a perfect desert, without shade or water, these miserable deluded people were trudging forward."
Those who had to leave loved ones in the lonely graves were the most downtrodden of all.
Mary Norris Evans would face larger trials in the Valley of Salt Lake, as her husband died, leaving her with her aged mother-in-law and all the children, just a year later.
"WE'LL MEET AGAIN"
A blanket wraps your tiny form,
As if it's presence can make you warm.
We cannot stop our freezing tears,
Nor think of future, empty years.
Nor even take the time to grieve,
For we must surely take our leave.
The handcarts slowly move along;
We, among the tattered throng.
We trudge along, behind the carts;
Choking sobs, with broken hearts.
Blinding sleet now numbs our pain;
Our only hope, "We'll meet again".
~~~~~~~~Shirleen C. Farley 2011
Memorial here
Note:This is the actual burial location ~ "memorial only" link above
Little Joseph's family had arrived at Coralville, outside of Iowa City, in preparation for crossing the Great Plains with the 3rd group of Mormon Saints in the Edward Bunker Handcart Company. (His father's, Thomas' first wife, Jane Morgan, and a daughter had died in 1845 and his second wife, Ann John, had also died in Wales, along with her infant son, Lewis, some four years earlier; but Ann's remaining children, Tom Jr., 10; Emma, 8; and Hyrum, 5 were with them on the trek).
The new little family consisted of Joseph, age fourteen and a half months old; his father Thomas Evans Sr., 37; his mother, Mary Norris, 24; and Joseph's older and younger sisters, Elizabeth, 3 and Mary Ann, three months old.
Just as many other families had been unfortunate to suffer, the Evans family grieved over Thomas' & Mary Norris' only son's death while they were encamped there and was laid to rest alongside other friends in a desert graveyard.
The bereaved family was obliged to continue preparing for their westward trek, which would commence in a few weeks.
The ADAMS SENTINEL a publication issued on July 28, 1856 from Fort Desmoines, Iowa gave a descriptive account of what they cryptically titled, "The Mormon Delusion":
"In the broiling sun these poor creatures, the majority of whom are women, moved along slowly in Indian file, dragging behind them in little carts the necessaries for the journey, sometimes two women dragging the cart, at other times a man and woman together. The company was from Europe, and mostly consisted of English people, who had left their comfortable homes, their early associations, and all the attachments which render the English such unwilling emigrants, and here, with a journey of more than a thousand miles before them, of which two hundred would be through a perfect desert, without shade or water, these miserable deluded people were trudging forward."
Those who had to leave loved ones in the lonely graves were the most downtrodden of all.
Mary Norris Evans would face larger trials in the Valley of Salt Lake, as her husband died, leaving her with her aged mother-in-law and all the children, just a year later.
"WE'LL MEET AGAIN"
A blanket wraps your tiny form,
As if it's presence can make you warm.
We cannot stop our freezing tears,
Nor think of future, empty years.
Nor even take the time to grieve,
For we must surely take our leave.
The handcarts slowly move along;
We, among the tattered throng.
We trudge along, behind the carts;
Choking sobs, with broken hearts.
Blinding sleet now numbs our pain;
Our only hope, "We'll meet again".
~~~~~~~~Shirleen C. Farley 2011
Note:This is the actual burial location ~ "memorial only" link above
Little Joseph's family had arrived at Coralville, outside of Iowa City, in preparation for crossing the Great Plains with the 3rd group of Mormon Saints in the Edward Bunker Handcart Company. (His father's, Thomas' first wife, Jane Morgan, and a daughter had died in 1845 and his second wife, Ann John, had also died in Wales, along with her infant son, Lewis, some four years earlier; but Ann's remaining children, Tom Jr., 10; Emma, 8; and Hyrum, 5 were with them on the trek).
The new little family consisted of Joseph, age fourteen and a half months old; his father Thomas Evans Sr., 37; his mother, Mary Norris, 24; and Joseph's older and younger sisters, Elizabeth, 3 and Mary Ann, three months old.
Just as many other families had been unfortunate to suffer, the Evans family grieved over Thomas' & Mary Norris' only son's death while they were encamped there and was laid to rest alongside other friends in a desert graveyard.
The bereaved family was obliged to continue preparing for their westward trek, which would commence in a few weeks.
The ADAMS SENTINEL a publication issued on July 28, 1856 from Fort Desmoines, Iowa gave a descriptive account of what they cryptically titled, "The Mormon Delusion":
"In the broiling sun these poor creatures, the majority of whom are women, moved along slowly in Indian file, dragging behind them in little carts the necessaries for the journey, sometimes two women dragging the cart, at other times a man and woman together. The company was from Europe, and mostly consisted of English people, who had left their comfortable homes, their early associations, and all the attachments which render the English such unwilling emigrants, and here, with a journey of more than a thousand miles before them, of which two hundred would be through a perfect desert, without shade or water, these miserable deluded people were trudging forward."
Those who had to leave loved ones in the lonely graves were the most downtrodden of all.
Mary Norris Evans would face larger trials in the Valley of Salt Lake, as her husband died, leaving her with her aged mother-in-law and all the children, just a year later.
"WE'LL MEET AGAIN"
A blanket wraps your tiny form,
As if it's presence can make you warm.
We cannot stop our freezing tears,
Nor think of future, empty years.
Nor even take the time to grieve,
For we must surely take our leave.
The handcarts slowly move along;
We, among the tattered throng.
We trudge along, behind the carts;
Choking sobs, with broken hearts.
Blinding sleet now numbs our pain;
Our only hope, "We'll meet again".
~~~~~~~~Shirleen C. Farley 2011
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