This is the Actual Burial Location
Go to her Memorial here
At the time, Fanny [may be nickname for Frances], was the youngest child of Mary Penfold and William Goble.
They sailed from Liverpool aboard the sailing vessel, The Horizon.
They had arrived, mid July 1856, at the Mormon encampment at Coralville with six surviving children. Their oldest, William Jr., had died in England four years prior, at 7 months old.
They were to join the John A. Hunt Wagon Company and to assist one of the handcart companies.
Her sister, Mary, related in her journal: "My sister, Fanny, broke out with the measles on the ship and when we were in Iowa Camp ground there came up a thunder storm that blew down our shelter, made with handcarts and some quilts. The storm came and we sat there in the rain, thunder and lightning.
My sister got wet and died the 19th day of July, 1856. She would have been two years old on the 23rd.
The day we started on our journey we visited her grave. We felt very bad to leave our little sister there."
On the 1st of August they set out across the Great Plains, headed west, leaving tiny Fanny in a grave never again to be visited by any member of her family.
Their ordeal was not over; they would lose two more children before reaching the valley of the Great Salt Lake. Their mother, Mary, would die in Weber Canyon, the very day they approached Salt Lake City.
"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
Go to her Memorial here
At the time, Fanny [may be nickname for Frances], was the youngest child of Mary Penfold and William Goble.
They sailed from Liverpool aboard the sailing vessel, The Horizon.
They had arrived, mid July 1856, at the Mormon encampment at Coralville with six surviving children. Their oldest, William Jr., had died in England four years prior, at 7 months old.
They were to join the John A. Hunt Wagon Company and to assist one of the handcart companies.
Her sister, Mary, related in her journal: "My sister, Fanny, broke out with the measles on the ship and when we were in Iowa Camp ground there came up a thunder storm that blew down our shelter, made with handcarts and some quilts. The storm came and we sat there in the rain, thunder and lightning.
My sister got wet and died the 19th day of July, 1856. She would have been two years old on the 23rd.
The day we started on our journey we visited her grave. We felt very bad to leave our little sister there."
On the 1st of August they set out across the Great Plains, headed west, leaving tiny Fanny in a grave never again to be visited by any member of her family.
Their ordeal was not over; they would lose two more children before reaching the valley of the Great Salt Lake. Their mother, Mary, would die in Weber Canyon, the very day they approached Salt Lake City.
"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
This is the Actual Burial Location
Go to her Memorial here
At the time, Fanny [may be nickname for Frances], was the youngest child of Mary Penfold and William Goble.
They sailed from Liverpool aboard the sailing vessel, The Horizon.
They had arrived, mid July 1856, at the Mormon encampment at Coralville with six surviving children. Their oldest, William Jr., had died in England four years prior, at 7 months old.
They were to join the John A. Hunt Wagon Company and to assist one of the handcart companies.
Her sister, Mary, related in her journal: "My sister, Fanny, broke out with the measles on the ship and when we were in Iowa Camp ground there came up a thunder storm that blew down our shelter, made with handcarts and some quilts. The storm came and we sat there in the rain, thunder and lightning.
My sister got wet and died the 19th day of July, 1856. She would have been two years old on the 23rd.
The day we started on our journey we visited her grave. We felt very bad to leave our little sister there."
On the 1st of August they set out across the Great Plains, headed west, leaving tiny Fanny in a grave never again to be visited by any member of her family.
Their ordeal was not over; they would lose two more children before reaching the valley of the Great Salt Lake. Their mother, Mary, would die in Weber Canyon, the very day they approached Salt Lake City.
"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
Go to her Memorial here
At the time, Fanny [may be nickname for Frances], was the youngest child of Mary Penfold and William Goble.
They sailed from Liverpool aboard the sailing vessel, The Horizon.
They had arrived, mid July 1856, at the Mormon encampment at Coralville with six surviving children. Their oldest, William Jr., had died in England four years prior, at 7 months old.
They were to join the John A. Hunt Wagon Company and to assist one of the handcart companies.
Her sister, Mary, related in her journal: "My sister, Fanny, broke out with the measles on the ship and when we were in Iowa Camp ground there came up a thunder storm that blew down our shelter, made with handcarts and some quilts. The storm came and we sat there in the rain, thunder and lightning.
My sister got wet and died the 19th day of July, 1856. She would have been two years old on the 23rd.
The day we started on our journey we visited her grave. We felt very bad to leave our little sister there."
On the 1st of August they set out across the Great Plains, headed west, leaving tiny Fanny in a grave never again to be visited by any member of her family.
Their ordeal was not over; they would lose two more children before reaching the valley of the Great Salt Lake. Their mother, Mary, would die in Weber Canyon, the very day they approached Salt Lake City.
"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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