Mary Bigg Ware
Mary married Enoch Marvin King 30 Mar 1841 in Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois. Mary and Enoch had ten children of record.
Mary died 8 Dec 1911. She is buried in the Kaysville City Cemetery, Kaysville, Davis, Utah.
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History of Mary Ware and Enoch Marvin King
A copy of a page from a “Register of births and Baptisms”, in a parish in Lenham, Kent Co., England, provides us with a birth record for Mary Ware. She was born out of wedlock to Naomi Bigg on 11 May 1816. Her mother and George Ware were married one month later on 22 June. George was her father and so she was given his name at birth. She was baptized into the Church of England by James Gooding on the day that her parents were married. (Mary has also been recorded during her life as Mary Bigg Ware.)
As the oldest of a family of nine children, much of the care of the younger siblings devolved upon Mary. Her parents were not wealthy, but were honest, hard working people. George supported his family by working as a tailor.
As in many parts of England, there were factories in Kent Co., and in one of these Mary worked to assist in supporting the family. Her occupation was shoe binding; and many were the shoes that left her skillful fingers, ready for the wearer. She was always thorough, and extreme neatness characterized her work. She believed that “Whatever is worth doing is worth doing well.”
When she was 18 years old, she met John Hegalden or Igguldin. He was a shoemaker and it is possible that they worked in the same factory. Whether they were ever married in unknown. No record of marriage or divorce has been found. Many young couples lived together without being married because they lacked the funds to pay for a marriage license.
This young couple became the parents of two children. Their daughter Mary Ann, was born at Maidstone Kent Co., on 2 August 1835. In 1837, a son whom they named Thomas was born on 6 July in the same town.
A few years after the organization of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the Elders reaped a great harvest of souls in England. Some of these servants of God were directed to Lenham and there they found many who were hungry for the gospel. Mary Ware was one in whose veins flowed the blood of Israel and she at once recognized the call of the master. On Tuesday, 2 October 1838, she was baptized in the Lenham Branch by Elder Heber C. Kimball and confirmed by Orson Hyde. Hereby, the church gained a staunch and faithful worker.
Sadness entered the young mother’s life on 28 November, Thomas was taken in death. Six weeks later Mary Ann died on 14 January 1839. Now Mary’s life would change very rapidly. We hear no more about the life of John Hegalden or Igguldin; as to his status with Mary or his place of residence.
A new influence was at work in this young woman now, as the gospel began to penetrate her life and heart. She knew that the time had come to leave her parents and family and join the Saints in Zion. It took a great deal of belief, dedication and courage to leave loved ones and friends. With her children gone, and John evidently out of her life, she prepared to join with an unpopular and persecuted people in a foreign, untamed land. From the moment she heard the missionaries proclaiming the gospel she knew that it was true and with unwavering faith prepared to make the long journey to America. She left Lenham and headed for Liverpool. Since the main mode of travel was by canal, she might have caught a boat and followed the waterways to her point of embarkation.
It was nearly 2 years after her baptism that Mary boarded the ship “North America” on September 8, 1940. It was late in the season when she sailed from the harbor at Liverpool, England. With a group of Saints, under the direction of Elders William Clayton and Theodore Turley, she was ready to brave the treacherous water of the Atlantic Ocean. The ship was under the command of Captain Lower. This was the second group of Latter-Day Saints to leave England. The first sailed on the “Brittania” which left in June.
It was on a Tuesday morning that the North America hauled out of the dock and a steamer attached to her. The company of saints was cheerful as their ship was tugged into the sea with many spectators watching.
John Taylor, William Richards and Brigham Young accompanied the saints on the ship about 15 or 20 miles out then returned back to Liverpool on the steamer.
The company numbered 201 men, women and children. As they left the steamer behind many began to be sick. The mate ordered all boxes fastened down as they expected a good rocking that night. William Clayton wrote, “The wind blew hard the vessel rock and many were sick all night. Such sickness, vomiting, groaning and bad smells I never witnessed before, and added to this the closeness of the berths almost suffocated us for want of air.”
We learn the following from the July 1991 Ensign. The North America was a packet ship owned by the Black Ball Line. The typical packet measured about 170 feet in length, 35 feet in breadth, and weighed about 1,000 tons. Passengers traveled on these ships in three different fares. These emigrants could not afford cabin fare so they were housed in the “steerage”, or lower compartment, in crowded conditions. Space and privacy were very limited which made for very cramped quarters. This mode of travel was still quite primitive. The steerage quarter was very confined with bunks along each side. Steep stairs or a ladder provided the only exit, and during the storms the quarters were “hatched down” to prevent water from flooding the hold. The only light came from a few lamps hanging in strategic locations and shedding a dim yellow glow. The only sanitary facilities were buckets or chamber pots. “During sever storms—sometimes lasting for days—steerage passengers were hatched down and could not get to the deck.” It is easy to imagine the resulting chaos and stench. Being hatched down could be a terrifying experience. “Overcrowding compounded the misery of seasickness, dysentery, cholera and other diseases.” Men, women and children huddled together in a heaving, rocking craft, suffering in body and spirit. Fear of the ocean in itself was a well founded fear for most travelers. Winter gales and raging summer hurricanes were frightening experiences with their winds and high waves. “At night, lying in their berths, they could hear the creaking and straining noises of the ship, the flap of canvas, the wind whistling through the shrouds and rigging, and the shouting officers and crew scrambling on deck and aloft. Below deck, the emigrants’ little world was dark and confined. It was a discordant symphony of children’s crying, the retching and vomiting of the seasick, the muttering and groaning of despairing companions, and above all, the waves crashing against the hull and over the deck.” End of quote.
These were the conditions William Clayton spoke of in his diary. His record gives us a day by day description of the voyage taken by Mary Ware from Liverpool to the New York Harbor.
In the a.m. of September 9th, all of the company was ordered on the deck to wash as the weather was a little more calm. They had a nice view of Ireland as they passed to the north of it.
The wind increased in the afternoon and blew a gale until Saturday, September 12th. Many were sick, but those who were will waited upon those who were confined to their beds. William Clayton reports, “We were drifted back to the North and were 4 hours in one place and could not move. I have been told that we were in two whirlpools near to a rock and the captain expected us to be dashed against it. We were in great danger but the Lord delivered us. On the Friday night a little girl was frightened by the storm and lost her reason. The company was composed but we were ignorant of our danger. Some of the rigging was blown away.” The storm let up some on September 12th, and the people began to brighten up. The child that was frightened died on the 13th and was committed to the deep.
Some of the company continued very sick. Another child died and was buried early morning of Saturday, September 19th, without any ceremony. Gas was burned to sweeten the ships air and prevent disease. Several other children died during the trip and each was lowered into the watery grave.
Many of the sick had not taken their clothes off since leaving England. Elder Turley undressed, washed them and ordered the place cleaned up. The “smell was almost too much to bear. Some of the company are filthy indeed.” Such are the comments of William Clayton.
This journey was not unlike most trans-oceanic migrations by the Mormons. Many were plagued with bad weather, broken masts and shortage of food.
On September 22th, fire was discovered on the ship but was soon put out by the sailors. Lucky for them, the wind was not blowing. The party felt that the adversary was, indeed, trying to destroy them, but that the Lord had kindly preserved them.
William Clayton, his mother-in-law and wife, as well as many others, were sick most of the trip.
There was a shortage of water and some hard feelings developed between the crew and some of the company because of it.
On the morning of October 7th, Cape Cod was spotted on the American Coast.
From “Manchester Mormons” we read, “9 October 1840, Friday. Fair days sail. The crew arc very busily engaged cleaning the ship and making preparations for landing. At night the anchor chain was fastened to the anchor. October 10, 1840 – Saturday – about 8 a.m. land was discovered by the sailors from the fire mast and in about 2 hours we had a pleasant view of Long Island. We saw the lighthouse on the Island.”
On Sunday morning the anchor was cast. As the people went on deck they saw the Sailors Hospital and many beautiful white houses with lots of trees. They were probably anchored between Ellis Island and Governor’s Island. There was no customs house at Ellis Island at that time.
The anchor was raised and they were on their way to New York City. After an hours sail they arrived at New York at 11:45 a.m. There was lots of shipping in the harbor, but no docks. The first men put their feet on land at 10 minute past 12 o’clock noon. The streets were muddy but wide. They were not paved and well flagged as they were in England. There was no Statue of Liberty of skyline full of skyscrapers. The population of the city was about 312,710 at that time. The company slept on the ship the nights of October 11th and 12th.
On October 13th, their luggage was loaded and they went aboard the steamer, “Congress”. They said good-bye to the North America at 12 o’clock noon and prepared to sail. The promise that they would sail that day was broken and they slept on the Congress that night.
Carts and horses were a delight to see and the fruit was a delicious treat for these English immigrants.
New York Harbor was left behind as Mary and her group set sail at 5:20 in the afternoon to go north up the Hudson River. Seven steamboats all left the harbor at once.
It was a pleasant scene to view the north part of the city and see the white, neat buildings. A large pile of wood was spotted and they were told it was to provide the poor against the cold of winter.
As it grew dark, the moon came up and offered the group a picture of the lofty rocks on the west side of the river. Beautiful white houses were scattered here and there on the banks.
Morning brought sights of beautiful scenery and homes about 100 miles up the Hudson River. The fruit trees were a welcome sight. They passed a coal wharf but since there was so much wood there, it was used as the main fuel.
The city of Albany is situated about 130 miles north of New York City on the west bank of the Hudson River. It is the eastern terminal of the Erie Canal. There were about 40,000 inhabitants there. As the boat came into the harbor, Mary and her companions could see churches, the court house and prison. There was also an industrial area with an iron foundry and different kinds of work shops. They sailed from Albany and stopped at the city of Troy for the night.
Elder Turley bought a sheep, ready dressed, the next morning for $1.50 and divide it among some of the company. The luggage was taken from the steamer and placed on a canal boat. They engaged 3 boats to carry everyone. From here they were taken to the Erie Canal where they would begin their trip across the state of New York to the city of Buffalo and Lake Erie. The canal covered a total of 363 miles and passed through 71 locks to raise and lower it to the level of the country.
October 17th was a Saturday. As Mary and her group of Mormons passed through this pleasant New York country they enjoyed the fruit that had fallen under the trees. Many pigs were seen in the fields and orchards as the group progressed along the canal. Their barge was pulled by mules so it was not a speedy trip but it progressed steadily.
Schenectady was a beautiful town and they stopped there in the October sun and bought milk at the grocery shop for 4 cents a quart. It was a town of 6,784 people and must have been a fabulous sight with its autumn leaves of gold, red, and yellow hues. The town itself sits on the Mohawk River and was a railroad center.
The owner of the canal boat, on which Mary was a passenger, was a religious man. Therefore, his boat did not run on Sunday. So on October 18, some of the people took the opportunity to wash their clothes. This was the first time that some had this privilege since leaving England. A group of the sisters went up on a hill to pray. Perhaps Mary joined them.
By Tuesday it was raining, and on the slick bank one of the mules fell into the canal and nearly drowned. After this incident, their barge traveled on and passed Utica with its textile manufacturing center and agricultural areas. The city of Rome was also passed that day. They were pulled past Syracuse before daylight the next morning. A large salt plant was located there. As each beautiful town was passed, it must have been like crossing off mileposts on their trip to Nauvoo.
The canal boat Mary was on was called the “Silver Arrow”. Midmorning of October 22nd, she slipped through the locks at Palmyra where the prophet Joseph Smith had formerly lived. It was just a few miles from where he received the Gold Plates from the Angel Moroni at the Hill Cumorah. We have to wonder what the thoughts of Mary and her friends were as they discussed this important event in the history of their new church.
As they glided along the canal their anticipation grew. One by one the towns continued to come and go. Rochester was reached at 7:30 in the evening. They stopped for only 15 minutes. This was an important manufacturing city with a large flour mill. Mary couldn’t have known then that the man she would marry had been born just a few miles south and east of here at West Bloomfield, New York.
The next day found them passing through Lockport. Here a series of 5 locks raise the canal 60 feet. These locks and the next 2 miles of the canal are cut out of solid rock. At that time of year it had to have been a beautiful sight with the myriads of colored leaved in the wooded area that bordered the canal. In this place a high wind arose and drove the boat against the side of the canal. Some of the group were thrown down and frightened. As they left the locks they saw large drifts of white sand along side the river.
Buffalo was reached about 6 o’clock. Here the Erie Canal terminated. Weather here had turned very cold. The city had been hit by a large snowfall which had blanketed the area. Now the passengers prepared to pay $5.00 per person to Chicago. Since the fare had been raised to $10.00 some of them could not meet that sum. Elder Turley met Elder Kellog who was serving as President Elder of the Kirtland Stake. Part of the group from the first tow boats decided to go to Kirtland due to lack of money for boat passage to Chicago. The passengers left were to leave Buffalo and head for Chicago on October 27th, but could not because of a storm. Their weather was so very wet and cold that it was decided that the “Wisconsin” steamboat should not leave. Therefore they were boarded on the “Illinois” with Captain Blake.
It was Thursday October 29th, at 1 a.m. when the boat finally left Buffalo for Chicago. Their first stop was at Fairport to take on wood. A large port and lighthouse were located there. Kirtland was located just 11 miles away but there was no time for a visit there. Detroit was their next stop and they arrived at 7 a.m. on Saturday. Wood was loaded here and the boat proceeded up Lake St. Clair where they saw many wild ducks along the way. With fuel stops at Presque Isle and Machinaw behind them they found themselves, on November 2nd, at Manitou Islands on Lake Michigan. Here some of the men shot rabbits and small birds. Strong winds blew here.
About 1:30 a.m. on Wednesday, November 4th, they finally arrived in Chicago. This city only had 4,853 inhabitants at that time. It had only been settled since 1831.
Early morning found William Clayton’s group with 3 teams and wagons headed for Dixon’s Ferry on the Rock River 110 miles west of Chicago. Mary Ware traveled with this group as they headed west across the wide prairie. After traveling about 12 miles they made a fire to cook their evening meal out in the open. The night was spent in a tavern. It lacked beds but they did have some bedding which they spread on the floor.
Traveling on toward Dixon they saw a wolf and many prairie hens. At one house they saw a wild cat about as large as a common sized dog. It had been shot and left there in the woods.
William Clayton’s team was bogged in the sloughs several times. Mr. Cope and Mr. Benbow, with the other two teams, went on ahead with their horses and wagons and secured the best accommodations and provisions for themselves.
Having reached the river they made inquiry as to boats going downstream. They were disappointed to learn that some boats had gone a week previous but it was not likely that any more would go that season. They couldn’t find a boat for sale and were advised to go to Fulton on the Mississippi and take a steamboat. Clayton objected to this because Elder Turley’s wagon had not yet arrived. ‘While waiting, he rented a house and unloaded their boxes from the wagon into 3 rooms. The next morning one wagon left for Fulton. Clayton went back to find Elder Turley and help him bring his group in.
On November 9th, Elder Turley purchased a boat bottom for 75 dollars and hired 2 men to get it ready to sail. By the 13th, the boat was ready and the luggage loaded. It began to snow so the decision was made to wait until morning. Brothers Cope and Clayton had words over where they were going to put their boxes. The next morning Mr. Cope announced he would not go on the boat and refused to pay his share as he had agreed. Clayton paid half of the expense and left Dixon at 10 o’clock. The weather was very cold. After traveling downstream about 12 miles they stayed overnight at Sterling.
On Friday, November 20th, they “passed over the rapids. Most of the passengers walked while the boat went over. It struck fast once but was not damaged.” Soon after this they entered the Mississippi River which caused much rejoicing. Saturday night they camped in the woods in the rain, Brother Turley called upon those who had quarrels to forgive each other. Many asked for forgiveness. Some spoke in tongues. William Poole interpreted and it was a time of rejoicing.
Sunday, November 22nd, they arrived at Burlington and washed and changed clothes in anticipation of landing at Commerce (Nauvoo) the next day. Clayton and Turley had words over whether or not to go around some islands. The boat got stuck and it was almost dark before they got it loose. They spent the night on the shore, 9 miles from Commerce, in the bitter cold.
November 24, 1840 was a Tuesday. It proved to be the long awaited day which terminated a journey of over 5,000 miles. It had taken 11weeks and about 10 hours from the time they said their good-byes at Liverpool and planted their feet on mother earth at Commerce. Their journey was ended.
Soon after their arrival, William Clayton sent a letter to England. In mentioning the health of the group he said, “Sister Mary Ware has grown so very fat that all her best dresses are very much too little, she has only one that she can wear the others she can not get on. Yesterday I had to take my pen knife and cut her new shift sleeves (which her sister made) open for they had made her arms almost black. She is indeed a fat lump and has to keep going from house to house when she has time to sing for the saints. A hymn which I composed on the ship has to be sung almost every time she goes out.”
Mary stayed a short period with the Clayton family but soon went to live in the household of Hyrum Smith. Here she became personally acquainted with the patriarch, the prophet Joseph Smith and many other noble men and women of Israel. She learned to love them for their goodness and integrity.
In the patriarch’s home she assisted with the household tasks, doing whatever there was to be done, and caring for the children. In later years, she often related little incidents connected with her life there. She remembered Joseph F. Smith, son of the patriarch who became sixth president of the church, as being a mischievous boy. Like some other boys, he enjoyed pulling other children’s hair. One day when he had been playing his pranks she was forced to lock him inside the pantry. But he was not to be conquered in this manner, as his screaming and kicking on the door convinced her, so he was released and subdued in another way.
Here, Enoch Marvin King enters this history. He was the eighth child of Eleazor and Nancy Fowler King. His parents were married in Williamstown, Massachusetts, moved into Bennington Co., Vermont and took their family to West Bloomfield, New York where Enoch was born May 7th, 1821. Here he lived on a farm through his early years.
The King family lived just 15 miles from Palmyra where Joseph Smith, Jr. was visited by the angel Moroni and received the Gold Plates at the nearby Hill Cumorah.
Enoch’s parents joined the new Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and moved their unmarried children with them to Kirtland, Ohio in 1835. Here the main group of the church had settled and built their first temple. Enoch was now 14 years old.
As the Saints organized Zion’s Camp to leave for Independence, Missouri, the Kings also prepared to go. They left ahead of the main group but joined them along the way. Their stay in Missouri lasted only a few months. The main body of Saints trekked back across the frozen winter grounds in February 1839 and settled in a swampy area called Nauvoo. The King family settled first at Quincey, but moved to Nauvoo in March 1840.
Soon after Mary Ware arrived in the “City Beautiful” she met Enoch King and a courtship ensued. Romance blossomed and they were granted a marriage license on March 29th, 1841 in the city of Carthage. A marriage ceremony was performed as they were joined in holy matrimony by William Snow on March 30th, in Hancock, Illinois. They set up their first home in the new settlement on the hill above the Mississippi River. During the next five years they lived through the trials and growing pains of the city as it continued to thrive.
The Relief Society was organized on March 17th, 1842 and Mary was undoubtedly active with that group of women.
Enoch’s maternal grandmother was Phoebe Manter Fowler Lacy. She had come west with Enoch’s parents and had been close the family. On January 8th, 1842 she passed away and was buried in Nauvoo.
On January 14, 1843 the young King couple welcomed their first child into the world. He was named Enoch George for his father and his maternal grandfather who was still living in England.
On June 23, 1843 Enoch, at the age of 23, left his wife and infant son and joined a group of men on the boat “Maid of Iowa”. They worked through the night to load the boat with firewood, and then departed down the Mississippi River to rescue the Prophet Joseph Smith. He was thought to be at Ottowa, on the Illinois River, and a group of men had threatened to kidnap him.
The boat left the Mississippi and started up the Illinois River. The next morning they overtook the “Chicago Belle” which had a swivel gun and a large company of men. They fully intended to capture Joe Smith. The boat was aground in an island chute and blocked the passage. The “Maid” fired up and ran through the willows and passed the enemy. Up river they found that Joseph had returned by way of land and they turned around and headed back down the Illinois River. They passed the Chicago Belle again and returned to Nauvoo. This interesting story is found in Joseph Smith’s History of the Church, Volume V, page 482.
All of Nauvoo was numbed by the news that the prophet Joseph and his brother Hyrum had been murdered. June 27th, 1844 was a day that would never be forgotten by the residents of this community on the hill. Enoch and Mary lived through this nightmare and carried the memory of it to their graves.
On October 7th, 1844, a second son joined Enoch and Mary’s family. He was given the name of Hyrum Smith for the patriarch in whose home Mary had lived. It was a joy for their mother to have two little boys in the home.
A few weeks after Hyrum’s birth, Enoch’s mother, Nancy, died on November 3rd. She, too, was buried in Nauvoo.
The work on the Nauvoo Temple was hurried to completion so that the Saints might be permitted to enjoy the greater blessings. This was accomplished in 1846. Mary and Enoch witnessed the laying of the cornerstone and also the capstone and were present at the dedication of the House of the Lord. What a feast it was to those who had endured so much. But at last they were permitted some satisfaction in seeing this much of their labors crowned with success. Sister King, with others, worked in the temple opening prison doors to their kindred dead. She and Enoch received their endowments on January 27th, 1846 and were sealed for time and eternity.
May 6th, 1846 saw this young couple and their two sons leaving Nauvoo. After enduring many hardships, and with this little mother expecting another child, they arrived late in the year at Mt. Pisgah. This became their home for two and a half years. Heartache entered the lives of the young parents soon after their arrival there. They were called to part with their oldest child, Enoch George, on October 3rd. It seemed more than they could bear to leave the little grave behind when they left there. Mt. Pisgah also brought some happy moments as 2 more little boys were born while they lived there. Alonzo Marvin was born February 3rd, 1847 and Joseph Smith on January 24th, 1849.
While living at Mt. Pisgah Enoch took a second wife. On November 30th, 1848 he was married to Jane Hacking. A son was born of this union and was named David.
In May, Enoch again packed his family and belongings and headed west by ox team. The experiences and hardships tried their very souls. Heat, cold, hunger, thirst, sickness, death and fear of Indians were ever present. It took this company four months to make the journey to Salt Lake City. Sister King was sick—helpless for the time—for nine weeks. It was indeed hard for a mother to be unable to care for her small children under such conditions.
At one time provisions became low. Mary was mixing the last of their flour for bread and knew not where more was to be obtained. A voice seemed to whisper, “Don’t worry, the Lord will provide.” She had never had occasion to doubt Him, and this time again, she trusted. That very day some travelers came to them desiring to exchange provisions for bedding. The little mother gladly exchanged her only feather bed for flour.
What joy filled the hearts of the weary families when, September 24th, 1849, they arrived in Salt Lake City with four miserable months behind them. Eden could not have appeared more beautiful to them, for though it was still almost a desert, it meant peace and freedom at last. It had been nine years and twenty days since Mary had left her father’s house and many had been her trials.
The King family made their home in Salt Lake City and resided in the 19th Ward. Here, in the spring after their arrival, another baby boy joined the family. Eleazer James was born June 10th, 1850. Two years later John Lorenzo made his appearance, as the 6th son, on May 22nd, 1852.
In the records of the 19th ward in Salt Lake City we find this recorded: “Enoch King excommunicated for not conforming to the church in the law of tithing – April 13th, 1853.” This must have been a sad day in the life of Mary after all the trials she had been through.
Enoch was sealed to Jane Hacking February 2, 1852. He received a temple divorce from Jane on February 9, 1854 and she married his brother John Morris King. Soon after this the family moved north and made their home in what later became East Layton.
Happiness entered the home again when the birth of Nancy Emmaline added the first baby girl to the family. She entered the world September 7th, 1 854.
They did not locate permanently at first, but lived for awhile in their wagon and tent. They moved to four different homes in Layton and finally moved south and located in Kaysville.
On January 15th, 1855 Mary’s parents, George and Naomi Ware, left England for the United States to join Mary and her family in Utah. George died in Atchison, Kansas and Naomi traveled on alone to Salt Lake City with her family. They arrived in September. What a great source of strength it was to Mary to have her mother, whom she had not seen for fifteen years, finally living close to her. The children were especially blessed now that they had grandmother to hold them close and shower them with love.
Not long after the Kings moved to Kaysville the ward boundary lines were drawn again and the family found themselves residing in the East Layton Ward. During the many years in that ward, Mary worked faithfully in many capacities. For 35 years she was a Relief Society teacher and many benevolent acts did she perform for those in need. Her home was open to all—strangers or neighbors—and she was always willing to assist.
The stork visited this little mother again bringing another baby girl, Mary Sariah. Her birth date was October 4th.
Along with her many family and church duties, Mary became one of Kaysville’s first school teachers. Many noble men and women, whom she taught, testified to the wise, kind training they received. Her students used slates instead of paper. They were made of very thin, smooth pieces of slate rock. They were made in sizes from 4 x 6 to 12 x 14. The slate was banded with a smooth frame of wood around the edges to keep them from breaking. Some were hinged and called double slates. A long, very thin slate pencil was used for writing. When one lesson was completed it was easily wiped off and the slate could be used again. They were easily broken and were also scarce.
On August 18th, 1859, the third little girl, Sarah Elizabeth, swelled the family number to eleven. Mary gave birth to another baby girl but we don’t know the exact date of her birth or death. Mary said she was the mother of 12 children; 7 boys, 5 girls, and was called to part with 5; 3 boys and 2 girls, while she lived.
In 1865, Mary requested and received a Patriarchal Blessing. She was now 49 years old.
Grandma Naomi went to live with her daughter, Naomi Wadman, and her husband at Plain City, Utah. She died there January 14th, 1880 and was buried in the Ogden Cemetery in the family plot of a daughter, Ruth Hodson.
Through the 1860’s Enoch and Mary saw many changes take place in their area. A flour mill, shoe shop and post office were erected. Mail was delivered by pony express. Then the stagecoach carried baggage and mail through Davis County. In 1869, the Utah Central Railroad came through Layton and Kaysville connecting Ogden and Salt Lake City.
By 1878, the King siblings had all married leaving Enoch and his wife alone. James King describes his grandfather, Enoch, as being “about 6 feet tall and bald, just a little fuzz above his ears and around the back of his head. He weighed about 175 or 180 pounds. He was a mason, and I remember he came out to our home in West Point and stayed while he built a big rock cellar for us when I was about 9 years old.”
In May 1886, Mary went to the Logan Temple where she had herself and her four oldest children sealed to her and Brigham Young. The first three children had died but Hyrum stood in for himself. Enoch still had not been baptized back into the church, possibly because of hurt feelings. It had now been 28 years since his excommunication.
The Death Angel entered the King home April 8th, 1895 and claimed Enoch. He passed away in Layton and was laid to rest in the Kaysville Cemetery.
Mary now found herself a widow at the age of 79 years. With her home broken up she spent her remaining years with her children who lived in various towns around her. All were glad to have her with them, for her sweet, smiling face, her unselfishness and readiness to assist were a great strength to all who came near her. Her hardships and trials had been many but she bore them uncomplainingly. As gold, tried in the furnace loses its dross and becomes pure, so her life became purer and sweeter. Each test and trial only made her faith grow stronger. “God is just” was her verdict of all things. Young and old loved her and were greatly impressed by her testimony.
Her mind was always clear and strong and her hands never idle. She read the papers as well as books, but her delight was the gospel and some of the church publications were always at her hand. She was often engaged paring apples, knitting or sewing. She was still binding quilts, without the use of glasses, when she was ninety years old.
Mary’s grandson, James King, told this story. “Grandma was short and a little stooped. Her hair was grey when I knew her. After grandpa died she stayed with us quite a lot. She used to peel and dry apples. She’d sit out in the garden in the shade of a tree, and I had to carry apples to her, then take the peelings away to the pigs. She’d tell me stories – sometimes about when she worked for Hyrum Smith’s family, etc. When she would get real interested in her story I’d swipe her snuff box, out of her apron pocket, and hide it. Then I’d get awful busy getting more apples while she hunted for it. I sure laughed about it, but it didn’t take her long to catch on to where it went. I guess I teased her a lot, but I really thought a lot of grandma and I got along good with her. She was real good natured and was awful good to us.”
Again in 1897, at the age of 81, she received a Patriarchal Blessing which was a great comfort to her. She knew that her life had been well spent and that God would reward her for her diligence and faithfulness.
Another son was called to death on November 17th, 1909 when Eleazor James passed away.
She continued to live true to the Gospel and its requirements, never seeking an opportunity to shrink a duty. During her lifetime she performed work in the Nauvoo, Logan, Manti, and Salt Lake Temples. When it was no longer possible for her to work in church organizations she did not cease her acts of charity. Though her income was very limited, she paid an honest tithing as long as she lived.
The last few years of her life were full of continual suffering. At Syracuse, Utah, on December 8th, 1911, death came as a release from her pain. She had lived 95 years 6 months and 27 days. Her burial was beside her husband in Kaysville. Here ended a long life of service to family, friends and God. Her memory will ever be revered by those who knew her and she will be admired and honored by her many descendents.
Her testimony, which she gave and signed May 8th, 1908, will live forever and stand as a witness against all who have heard or may hear it. A part of it is as follows:
“I was personally acquainted with the Prophet Joseph Smith and the Patriarch Hyrum Smith, both martyrs. Also with Joseph’s successors down to this day, as well as many of the Apostles. I know of a surety that they are the servants of God, and that Joseph and Hyrum were led by His spirit to do what they did and to establish The Church of Jesus Chirst of Latter-Day Saints.
Although I have had many trials and ups and downs, I have never had a doubt enter my mind as to the truthfulness of the Gospel, for I have had assurance from God that this work is true.
I have had many sorrows and pains, also many blessings, but I have never had an occasion to doubt the teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith. I want to say to all my children and my posterity and friends and neighbors and all of God’s children that read this or that live on this earth, that I do bear my testimony and know beyond a doubt that God lives, and that all of the prophets from Joseph Smith to this day have been legal successors. Although some may doubt this testimony, I will say that our God is just and will reward all according to their just dues.”
The blessing given Mother Sarah of old was given Sister King. At her death her living posterity numbered: children, eight; grandchildren, seventy-two; great- grandchildren, one hundred thirty-two; great-great-grandchildren, one.
It should be noted here that baptism by proxy was performed for Enoch Marvin King February 6th, 1969, in the Salt Lake Temple. His priesthood blessings were reinstated
June 24th, 1984.
In the Ogden Temple on June 11th, 1990, this family was finally sealed for time and eternity. The children who were born after Enoch’s excommunication were the 4 girls; Nancy, Mary, Sarah and a baby girl. They were each sealed to their parents. Enoch George and Hyrum Smith were sealed in 1966 and the four younger boys; Alonzo, Joseph, Eleazer and John were born under the covenant. Now the children are all sealed. It has been stated that Enoch and Mary were sealed in the Nauvoo Temple. That sealing was broken when he was excommunicated; therefore that ordinance was performed in their behalf, by proxy, in the Ogden Temple July 26, 1990.
With these sealings completed, we as members of the King family have much to he grateful for. These progenitors sacrificed so much for the sake of the gospel. We should not take it lightly but extend ourselves to teaching our families and putting our own lives in order.
A new, updated family group sheet of Enoch Marvin King and Mary Ware is attached. Also copies of her 2 Patriarchal Blessings.
Information taken form the following sources:
1. A previously written history of Mary Ware King by a granddaughter. Name unknown.
2. William Clayton’s letter to England dated November 29, 1840.
3. History of the Church Vol. V page 482, by Joseph Smith.
4. Family group sheet of Enoch King and Mary Ware.
5. Family group sheet of George Ware and Naomi Bigg.
6. Ogden Cemetery records—Ogden, Utah.
7. Nauvoo Temple records.
8. Ogden Temple records.
9. Manchester Mormons. The Journal of William Clayton 1840 to 1842. Edited by James B. Allen and Thomas C. Alexander.
10. Ensign—July 199 l—”Under Sail to Zion” by Conway B. Sonne.
I 1. History of James King by Susie S. Thurgood King.
12. Early Kaysville Ward records—Kaysville, Utah.
13. Lenham, England Parish Reg. records.
14. Davis County Clipper—Bountiful, Utah.
15. Salt Lake City 19th Ward early records.
Ruby King Hart