Hannah Jones Bailey & Her Family
Written by Hannah's daughter Elizabeth Yeates
Hannah Jones Bailey,
daughter of Joseph Jones and Jane Parry, was born April 9, 1853 at Tuney Grew, North Wales. When she was very young,
the Mormon elders laboring in their native land visited her home. After a time
her parents were converted to the gospel. Her parents had a strong desire to
come to Zion. Mother said a tin box was tacked on their wall, and every
penny that could be spared was placed in this box. After long sacrifice and
waiting, the day arrived for them to bid farewell to the land of their birth.
They set sail on the Signe of Shore. After eight weeks, they landed
in New York Harbor.
They settled in Thomas, a small town in Pennsylvania.
Her father secured work at his old trade, mining. They saved their intended
journey to the valleys of the mountains in Utah. Then the Civil War began,
and mother remembered how she and her brothers and older sister would keep watch
while their father slept; they were afraid the officers would take her father
off to war. Their home was always open to the elders, as it was in the old
country. George Q. Cannon and Levi Garrett visited with them a great deal. The
family remained there for six years.
They had many hardships. Two of their babies
were buried there. On April 1, 1856, her father was badly injured in the
mine when a large rock fell on his back. He was completely buried, and it was a
long time before the miners were able to release him. His back was broken and
one arm almost severed. The doctor said that he would surely die. Mother sent
for the elders, and they administered to him and promised him he would live to
reach the Promised Land. He was almost instantly healed.
In July 1861, they began their long journey across
the plains in Captain Horn’s company. On October 1, 1861, they arrived in Salt
Lake City. Mother had walked almost the entire distance-she was eight years of
After staying in Salt
Lake City for three weeks, her father secured work on a ranch at Mountain
Dell. He worked for Ephraim Hins and stayed
there one year.
In 1862 they moved to
Wellsville, where mother grew to young womanhood. She told of going out into
the wheat fields, gleaning wheat. She beat the wheat out of the stalks, cleaned
it, and sold it for calico to make a dress. She helped make hats out of the straws
and skinned and spun yard to help clothe here younger brothers and sisters. She
told of how she spun on shares all one winter and spring to get enough linsey to make herself a dress. She was a Sunday School teacher and member of the choir in the early
On April 4, 1870, she was married to
Charles R. Bailey in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. She was his
third wife, and she bore six sons and three daughters. Her oldest son died
before he was four years of age.
Mother was an
excellent homemaker, a very good cook, and one who knew how to make the most of
what she had to do with. She was very religious. In 1882 a great tragedy came
into her life when the Edmunds Act was passed, and it became unlawful for her
husband to live with her. Those who remember that terrible time know what the
brothers and sisters who had embraced the principle of plural marriage had to
endure. At one time, mother left her home for almost a year, and my brother. Luther, was just 11 days old. Mother had moved three times
during those 11 days. It was only through the mercy of our Father in Heaven
that her life was spared.
Luther was hidden until he was three years of
age. Mother, like the majority of the faithful women of the church, kept faith
in the work of the Lord. She was a Relief Society teacher for many years in the
Wellsville Ward and spent much of her time with the sick.
In 1900 she moved to Logan where she
might have her son, Lawrence, under the care of good doctors and give him a
chance to attend college. He had a long sickness and underwent three operations
and had to have a bone removed from his leg. Doctors were at a loss to know how
to care for the victims of that dread disease (rheumatism). She was the
chaplain of the Joseph Smith Camp of The Daughters of Utah Pioneers for four
years. She was called and set apart by the stake president to go out among the
sick and minister to them. The night was never too cold or stormy for her to
help anyone. She was continually giving to those in need. She passed it through
the back door so that no one would know but herself. She was the matron for the Cache Valley Hospital for
several years. She had the gift and power of giving relief by rubbing when
people were in great distress and pain. She did a great deal of temple work.
Through much perseverance, on her part, a great number of her dead have had
their work done.
On August 10, 1923, while on a visit to Salt
Lake City, she was taken suddenly ill. She returned home and went to my sister
Ella’s home. All that could be done to relieve her suffering was done. She
passed away September 18, 1923, at the age of 70 years, 5 months, and 18
Before losing consciousness, she asked for all
her children to come into her room. She gave us her last blessing and bore a testimony
to the truthfulness of the gospel. She was survived by eight children, 43
grandchildren, five great-grandchildren, three brothers, and three sisters.
Funeral services were held in the Sixth Ward,
at Logan, Utah. A large congregation of relatives and friends
attended. She was buried in theWellsville Cemetery,
near her husband and son.
My Tribute To My Mother
I had a most wonderful mother. One that was tried, tested
and a proven daughter of our Father in Heaven, who approved of her life and was
well pleased with her works of life.”
Elizabeth B. Yeates
A Granddaughter’s Recollections
Written by Hannah’s
granddaughter Dorothy Smith Evans
I remember the pretty
dress she wore with the “dickey” in front, high up under her chin, with lace on
it. She always wore a gold chain with a gold watch given to her on her 50th birthday
by her family.
Grandmother was an excellent cook. I remember
her patty shells filled with creamed chicken; they would melt in your mouth. No
one ever visited her and came away without a bite to eat.
I remember her feather bed, puffed up high,
and what fun it was to spend a night with her and sleep on that soft, fluffy bed
and sink down in the feathers.
I also remember being told of the sleepless
nights she spent trying to comfort Lawrence when he suffered with his
leg. When she would get him to sleep she didn’t move for fear she would wake
him, and with his leg so near hers, she didn’t move when he was at ease.
Sometimes in the morning she could hardly move from the cramped position she
had held for so long.
I remember the wonderful family dinners held
at her home, the grown-ups eating first and the children thinking they would
never get through. I remember thinking we would starve before it was our turn.
I also remember my mother telling that after
grandfather and grandmother were married in Salt Lake City, they went to
ZCMI to get her some new shoes, and the clerk told grandmother to ask her “father” how he liked the
Hannah gave birth to nine children, six boys
and three girls. The first child, Edward, lived only four years. All of the
others lived to maturity and married.