William Abram MCINTOSH

                   DEATH: diptheria epidemic
                  

                   MISSIONS: 1912 set apart by J. Golden Kimball to serve Central States, 1928 setapart by David O. McKay to serve North Western States
                  

                   DEATH: diptheria epidemic
                  

                   NOTE: Died of Ovarian Cancer
                  

                   NAME: Lena / Lenia / Roah
                  

                   Caroline Elizabeth Caldwell McIntosh History
By her granddaughter, Ann Neddo

            The research for this paper was done in diaries, talking to older members of the Caldwell family, from information gleaned from the older grandchildren who remember their grand mother and from family sketches.
            I am going to start the brief sketch in Belfast, Ireland, in the year1781, when David Caldwell was born and in Glasgow, Scotland, where Mary Ann Vaughn was born. This young couple was attracted to each other and married. They made their home in Scotland but later immigrated to Canada. They settled near Perth, then Upper Canada, now Ontario. Here he became a prosperous farmer, tilling two hundred acres of land with the assistance of his family.
            This couple had nine children: four boys (John, David Henry, Abraham Vaughn and Isaac James) and five girls (Jane, Annie, Caroline Elizabeth, Mary andMaria), Caroline being the third daughter and the fourth child to come into thefamily. She was born Nov. 3, 1827, in Lanark, Upper Canada. This family was noted for their thrift, honesty and fair dealings. David became a well-to-do farmerand stock raiser.
            They did not belong to any church. They lived a simple, clean life, unprejudiced and unbiased in their opinions. So when Elder John Barrowman, a Mormon missionary, brought to the family the message of the restored gospel, it appealed to them. David investigated Mormonism and was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1843. The entire family of nine joinedalso, with the exception of one; John chose to remain on the old homestead in Canada while the rest longed to go to the headquarters of the Church at Nauvoo, Illinois.
            The Caldwell home was opened to the missionaries from that time on andmeetings were held in the house. This loved home became the haven of rest for the valiant missionaries.
            Shortly after this the urge to join the body of the church became so great, they sold part of the property in 1846 and in company with a group of friends and neighbors of the same faith they set out for Nauvoo. About this time Caroline's father, David Caldwell, became ill and they were compelled to stop at Monroe, Michigan, where they resided for several years. Here her father died and was buried in 1849.
            Caroline was an attractive, fun-loving girl with a fine singing voice.She grew restless on the farm and longed for more entertainment and excitementthan was offered in the small community where her father's extensive farm was located. She wanted to go to a bigger place and the thoughts of working in a big city appealed to her. So she decided to try her wings although her mother advisedagainst it. When her mother saw she was determined to go, she begged of her toremember the gospel and to be good, "As it was better to be someone's daughter than some man's servant."
            While in the city she met Charles Neddo, a dashing young man with lotsof curly hair and laughing eyes, who played the violin expertly. He also lovedto sing and was an accomplished dancer. He was an educated, cultured young man whose father was one of the founders of Notre Dame College at South Bend, Indiana. Needless to say his gracious ways and love of music soon swept her off her feet and made her forget for a time her home and friends.
            They were married in 1849 and made their home in the city. Their firstchild was a little daughter named Mary Agnes. She was born January 24, 1850, inMonroe, Michigan.  The next child to bless their home was a sturdy little boy born on March 14, 1851, on her father's farm in LaSalle County, Michigan. She named him for her much-loved younger brother Isaac James.
     Soon after this the family began to make definite plans to go west to join the Saints in Deseret. Now began a time of strife in the home of Caroline. She loved the gospel and her family and longed to go to the headquarters of the churchwith them. This, Charles could not understand as he was a devout Catholic, coming from generations of staunch members of that religion. He was not interested inthe gospel and did not try to understand it. He loved his wife and children, and wanted them to stay where he could make a good living for them.
            As the talks turned to arguments between the young couple, bitternesscrept in and the rift widened. Then Caroline began to think and finally to planto go with her family on the long and dangerous trip across the plains to stay true to her faith even if it meant leaving her beloved husband. She realized thathe, like herself, had to remain true to his religion and it seemed the end fortheir life together and so a parting took place.
            Caroline wrote her decision to her mother who came to care for the children while the young mother found work to help with the expenses of going westward.  With sad and troubled hearts, Charles and Caroline went about their separate ways, each determined to abide by the choice they had made. The days and nights stretched ahead of them like an eternity yet to fly at the same time.
            What should they do about the children? The father's heart yearned toward his first born and mourned over his little son. The mother's heart cried brokenly for both of her darlings. She could not bear the thought of parting with either of them yet she knew deep in her soul that some kind of a settlement aboutthem must be reached, for well she realized the tenderness of Charles for his children and the loving care he took of them and the pride he had in them. Oh What sorrow is caused by the breaking up of a home. Could she possibly ask Charlesto let her have them both? No, she must be brave and do the right thing for them all. Each day Charles came to see the children, bringing gifts and candy. Whenthe day came that the Caldwell family were to leave the city he coaxed little Mary to go with him, which she willingly did. With breaking heart Caroline watched her first born, the darling of her first love slip her small hand into her father's large one and walk away from her. This called for all the strength and courage she could muster. But with her head held high while she felt her very lifebeing torn from her, she remained firm in her faith, and gathering her man-childinto her arms she set her face toward Zion.
            So because of the gospel Caroline joined her family for the long trekto the West. Thus in the spring of 1852 Caroline Elizabeth, with her aged and widowed mother, left the side of her father's grave and with her three youngest brothers, David Henry, Abram Vaughn, Isaac James and her own small son Isaac James; two motherless children of her sister Jane (David H. Leonard, and Anne Leonard) made final preparations to emigrate to Salt Lake Valley, high in the Rocky Mountains where the headquarters of the church was now established.
            One day while traveling in Michigan, little Isaac James, Caroline's small son, toddled too close to the edge of the deck and fell into the water. Theysaw him fall and were able to rescue him, none the worse for the dunking. The frantic young mother thereafter tied him safe from a watery grave.
            Meeting many, many difficulties, they were again forced to delay, spending the winter of 1852-1853 in St. Louis, Missouri. However, the spring of 1853found them once more renewing their efforts toward getting to Zion. This time they were successful in making connections with a 50-family emigrant company at Winter Quarters, Missouri. This wagon train was bound for the same destination asthe Caldwells. The captain of the company they joined was Moses Clawson.
            For that day and time, the Caldwell family had what was considered good equipment for the long, hard journey. Their part of the wagon train consistedof two wagons drawn by two span of horses, and three sturdy yoke of oxen; two cows for milk and an ample supply of other provisions. In fact they had the only team of horses in the entire company of 58 wagons.
            One day as they were traveling slowly along through the dust and heat,little Isaac James fell and a heavily loaded wagon rolled over him. His shockedmother gathered what she thought would be the lifeless from of her only child into her arms. The elders of the church were called and administered to him and he was entirely healed.
            Other than that, the days and weeks seemed to run into each other. Nothing happened to break the monotony of those long, hot, dusty miles that went onand on seemingly forever -- an occasional stampede of their animals furnishingthe only excitement, until one night: The entire group became alert and tense when two mountaineers came into camp to spend the night. For safety, the Mormons placed them under guard until morning, because not all mountain men were friendsof the Saints. But all was peaceful. Nothing else of a startling nature happenedduring the remainder of their journey across the vast plains.
            This company arrived in the Valley Sept. 17, 1853. The family settledat English Fort, later known as Taylorsville in West Jordan. There they remainedfor about three years. Caroline Elizabeth lived close by in a small log cabin with her young son. When the reports of an invading army reached Utah, all the hearts of the Saints were filled with dread and fear. As the army of the United States came ever closer, a move to the south was planned and put into operation. Once again everything they owned had to be loaded onto the wagons and they once more turned away from their homes, which although drab and small, seeming lost inthe great vastness of unoccupied space, already seemed familiar and dear to them. When the wagons were loaded, Caroline still had three or four bushels of wheat for which no room could be found in the wagons. She put it into one corner ofthe room where it would burn rather than have it fall into the hands of the enemy. Then closing the door of the lonely little house she took her place in the long line of fleeing people.
            They endured hardships in this move equal or greater than any they hadendured crossing the plains. The food was more scarce, their clothes more worn,the wagon covers more tattered and nothing to replace them with, nor shelter.
            When the disagreements and misunderstandings had been cleared betweenthe Saints and the United States, the weary people returned to their forsaken homes. The Caldwells settled in Shambit -- which was latter changed to Clover Creek in Rush Valley, Tooele County. All were in dire need of food. So Caroline wentback to the little log cabin to fetch the wheat she had left there. No words could describe her horror and despair to find that cattle had broken the door andhad been in the cabin scattering and wasting the precious wheat. After her firstmoments of desolation, she set to save all she could of it. It was raked in toa pile and carefully -- kernel by precious kernel -- she sifted and cleaned awayevery bit of dirt and waste from it. Happily she took what was left and returned to the hungry people. Unselfishly she shared with the needy, giving a little here and a little there wherever it was the most needed and still she had enoughleft for a small amount to be sent to the mill and a small amount to be saved tobe planted. Thus this good girl saw a widow's mite multiplied and replenished,and many times Caroline bore testimony to the fact that the Lord had blessed that grain and made it possible for all to share; never had she seen anything lastas that wheat did. "According to your faith so shall it be," said Caroline.


            It was not long before Caroline Elizabeth renewed her friendship withformer friends, and among them was one John McIntosh. She remembered John with agreat deal of affection, for they had been childhood sweethearts. John had moved to Utah before the Caldwells came. John was a handsome man. Mormonism was histheme and delight under all circumstances. In these peaceful surroundings, Caroline and John felt affection change and grow into adult love and respect. They were married and three children came into their home -- a daughter to help fill the void left by her first Mary, this girl baby she named Mary Anne; two brotherslater joined her and rounded out the family group, John David and William Abram.
            But Caroline Elizabeth was not permitted to enjoy her quiet happiness.This time death came into the family with his grim reaper and once again Caroline parted from a dearly loved and much needed husband. John McIntosh, who brought joy and happiness to his wife and family, died December 6, 1859.
            The following is taken from William McIntosh's diary. William McIntoshwas John's brother. This was written by Caroline in William's book concerning the passing of her beloved husband:
            "By permission I write a few lines in memory of my dear departed husband. He died on the 6th of December, Tuesday morning at 8 o'clock and was buriedin Rush Valley burying ground, the severity of the weather not permitting me tohave him taken to the city according to my desires. John was a good, kind husband and I believe had as faithful a heart as ever beat in human breast. He was very fond of his children and very kind to them. In losing him we have lost the best and most faithful friend we ever had. He dies faithful to his religion and said to me he was going to prepare a place for me and if he was counted worthy he would have his wife and children again, which I pray God he may. Would that timewas come. He left a charge with me to get sealed to him whenever the opportunityoffered, and likewise to keep away from the Gentile Race. He greatly desired tosee his brother toward the last. I inquired what he had to say to him. He replied that I want to give him my woman and children, tell him, said he, "to remember to keep them for me." I was very sorry to think he had but one brother in theValley and was denied the privilege of seeing him. His aged father came two daysbefore he died. "Father," he said, "you have found your boy very low." Shortlyafter, we called the elders together and had his father bestow upon him a father's blessing and had the clerk record it in the church records. John was quite ayoung man; his age was 36 years 3 months and 11 days. He was quite sensible to the last. His last words were: "Ye put me in bed." He died quietly as one going to sleep. The last end of the righteous is peace. He lived respected in all the vast circle of his acquaintances, he bore the character of a quite honest man. Ifeel indeed to deeply mourn his loss, but I pray my God to support me through this greatest of all trials and be a father to my fatherless children and keep mefaithful that I may be with my husband again in the kingdom of God, to be partedno more forever. He is gone for a season and left the world to wretchedness andme, but I hope that if I am faithful I shall be with him in the eternal world and be happy forever more. This is my earnest desire which may God grant in the name Jesus Christ, Amen. These few things I have written that they may be remembered and tend to keep me in the way of my duty in time to come if my life shouldbe spared to take care of my children."
            Once again she turned to her first son to bring comfort and help withher younger children. Gladly young Isaac James did what he could to help now that he with his younger brothers and sister were left fatherless. Dearly did he love his hard-working, fearless, courageous mother who was called so often to facesorrow, sickness and death.
            After John's death Caroline and her four children lived for several months with her brother David Henry Caldwell. After which she moved in with her sister Maria and her family into a new house they had built, until she was able toget a home of her own with the help of her children and others.
            Once this God-fearing, faithful woman felt a great anxiety come over her for the well-being of her oldest son, who was now a young boy. Leaving her work, she went at once to search for him. She found him sitting in the sun with two other boys on the bank of an empty potato pit.