Children of Joseph and Emma
The children of Joseph and Emma.
Poem written for Don Carlos Smith
- Published on Monday, 31 March 2014 02:12
- Written by Eliza R. Snow
Poem written for Don Carlos Smith’s funeral, published in the City of Nauvoo, Wednesday Sept. 1, 2841, in the Times and Seasons; Vol. 2, p. 532); also news notice about little Don Carlos Smith, son of Joseph and Emma Smith, same volume, p. 533.
[For the Times and Seasons ]
THE FUNERAL OF BRIG. GENERAL SMITH.
By Miss Eliza R. Snow.
It was a Sabbath day.—The morning came,
But came not with the usual joyousness
With which the consecrated day was wont,
In Nauvoo City, ever and anon,
To usher its broad radiance on a train
Of humble, cheerful worshipers. Nature
Seem’d conscious of the mournful knell
That broke upon the sadden’d heart of man!
The sun arose, muffled with clouds that hid
His own bright beams, and in effusions soft
And gentle, as the soothing feeling tones
Of sorrow, dropt a sympathetic tear.
At length the clouds dispers’d—the sun pour’d Forth.
His glorious rays in bri’liant majesty;
And I beheld upon the beauteous plain
That fronts the noble Mississippi’s wave,
A mighty host—a pow’rful warrior band
Whose rich escutcheons glitter’d in the sun.
I heard the sound of martial music, but
It came with solemn, slow and mournfjul air,
Unlike the bold, and thrilling notes that call
The restless warrior to the battle field!
There was no clash of arms—no din of war—
The sword was sheath’d, and every martial Brow
Was mellow’d into sadness! Mounted high
Upon a fiery steed, a Chieftain sat
And issued the command; and then, anon,
In double file—in open columns form’d,
With Chieftains in the front—then horses and Foot,
In solemn order, mov’d across the wide
Extended plain, the Nauvoo Legion. ‘Twas
A splendid sight—a sight that would have Charm’d
The eye of each beholder; but alas!
That grand display, was the last honors paid
To the departed!
In the Legion’s rear,
Still lengthening out the vast procession;
Walk’d A crowd of citizens of every rank—
Of either sex; and last of all clos’d in
A long and glittering train of charriages.
I gaz’d upon the grand procession, till
It disappear’d amid the dwellings which
Stand thickly cluster’d near the river’s edge
I listen’d—all was still—the music notes
No longer sounded on the pensive breeze,
But hark! the notes awaken’d, and I saw
The mighty host returning with the same,
Slow, melancholy tread! A herse was borne
Along with solemn, yet bold martial pomp,
That plainly signified, a mighty one,
One of no ordinary rank, had fallen!
Near to the summit of an eminence
Rising in bold relief, to dignify,
The beauty of the verdant plain beneath;
In Nature’s temple, with no other wall,
Than the horizon; and no other arch,
Than the broad canopy of heaven; shaded
With clust’ring boughs, whose foliage waves around;
Is rais’d an altar to the living God.
There the procession march’d—it halted there;
And in the front of weeping relatives,
The herse of him was placed, who there, in life
Had been a fervent, constant worshipper!
His arms and armor, on his coffin lay
And other swords than his, lay crossed there.
His brother officers, who form’d with him,
The noblest Military Staff, our fair
Columbia has to boast, were seated by
In shining armor clad; but ah! they seem’d
Divested of the martial haughtiness—
That warlike pride that fires the warrior’s eye—
it lay conceal’d beneath the brow of grief.
The invocation and the sacred chant,
Open’d the solemn service of the day;
And then the man of God arose. In tones
Of truth’s impssion’d eloquence, he spoke
Of the late sad occurance, which had touch’d
The hears of all; and universally
Was calling forth, a “fellowship of grief”
Each soldier, mourn’d a general—each saint,
A brother—and each citizen, a friend!
But when he came to pain the glories of
The world to come; wrapt in the visions of
Eternal truth; e’en grief itself, bow’d down,
And the vast multitude, for once, forgot
To weep. And then, he sweetly dwelt upon
The character of the deceas’d, without
A stain—his Christian life, that seem’d without
A blemish—and his military course,
A path of honor. Tho’ he had not stood
Before the cannon’s mouth—altho’ he ne’er
Had been in battle, front amid the range
Of war, and clash of arms; and altho’ now,
H’d fall’n according to the common course
Of providence, and had not perish’d by
The sword; he was no less a patriot—
He lov’d his country—he’d prepar’d himself,
By stepping high, in military rank,
To do her service at her earliest call.
And then the chaplain spoke of him, in the
Retir’d relations of domestic life.
There sat his aged, widow’d mother, whom
He’d honor’d with most filial sanctity—
To whom, he’d been a constant solace in
Those scenes of persecution and distress.
Which she had suffer’d for the gospel’s sake.
While, as a brother, he had ever prov’d,
Firm as Giberalter’s rock—true unto death.
And then he came still nearer home, and touch’d
The finest fibre of the human heart;
And spoke of her, the lonely widow, of
The noble fallen chieftain—the befeft
Companion of his bosom, whom he’d lov’d
With faithful tenderness. Ah! who can now,
En’er the halo of her feelings—soothe her grief
For him who onlhy could reciprocate
Her bosom’s sympathies? He too, had been
A loving and indulgent father to
Her lonely, weeping babes—left fatherless!
To soothe the bleeding heart, the speaker then
Spoke of the blest reunion, that awaits
The faithful worshippers of the Most High.
Thus clos’d the man of God.—The service Done;
Again the great procession form’d, and once
Again, the bearers took the silent pall
And bore it onward to the “narrow house!”
Then came the parting scenery that clos’d
The service of the living to the dead.
Whether the olive branch—the cypress bough
Or myrtle wreath, it matters not, ‘twas given
As the last token of profound respect—
The Legion, one by one, depostited
Within the grave, a green unwither’d bough,
And passing onward left the trophied urn!
A voice was heard slowly pronouncing, “Earth
To earth—Ashes to ashes—Dust to dust,
Return this body to its mother earth;
While on the coffin, fell the parted clod
Beside the grave, the Legion’s playing band,
Awoke melodia’s sweetest strain. A chord
Was touch’d that echoed music to the springs
Of life, and fell as soft upon the ear,
As if seraphic harpers had come down
To charm the sleeper in his lowly rest.
The music ceas’d—Another chaplains voice
With heavenly eloquence pour’d forth in pray’r
To the Eternal God, responding pass’d
From heart to heart of the vast multitude—
The mourning concourse in the burial grove,
And there, beneath Time’s monument the Oak;
Whose umprage wav’d luxurious to the breeze,
They left the shouded buried corpse of one,
Belov’d in life and honor’d in his death;
Waiting the trump of God, to call it forth
To hail its own bright spirit from the skies!
City of Nauvoo Aug 12th 1841.
Died—In this city, on the 15th ultimo, Don Carlos infant son of Joseph and Emma Smith, aged 14 months and 2 days—Like the bud of a beautiful flower, ere it had time to expand it was cut down, but it rests in peace.
Both the brother, Don Carlos, and the baby son were buried in the cemetery not far from the Temple grounds in Nauvoo. The bodies from this cemetery were moved to other locations and bother of these bodies were moved to Emma’s garden where they are to this day.
It Takes a Tender Mother to have a Tender Son
- Published on Wednesday, 19 June 2013 20:02
- Written by Darcy Kennedy
Joseph was in the company of Benjamin F Johnson in the dining room of the Mansion house. They were speaking in private when two of Emma’s children came to Joseph. They had just left their mother and as Benjamin describes they were “all so nice, bright and sweet.” Joseph pointed them out to Benjamin and said, “Benjamin, look at these children, how could I help loving their mother, if necessary, I would go to hell for such a woman.” King Lemuel, of the same mind, said in Proverbs “Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.” This virtue, love and kindness are passed from parent to child down to the next generation to receptive children just like the native language spoken by the parent is also passed down. In a day of the acceptability of men being hard and tough, Emma’s sons Alexander and Joseph stand out. Through their actions one can see Emma’s tender ways
and loving teachings being passed to the next generation, her grandchildren.
Emma’s granddaughter Vida tells of a time when she was recovering from a long and aggravating illness her parents, Emma’s son Alexander and Lizzie whom Emma had raised as her own, were caring for their fi rst born daughter. They questioned Vida to find something she would eat. Vida says, “I suddenly announced that there was one thing I wanted to eat--it was bacon. “ The very busy Alexander crossed the meadow and hillside to their neighbors, the
Brooks, to find her a dinner of farm bacon. They were out of bacon as were all of the other neighbors. Alexander came back home and hitched up the horses Doll and Nell to ride to Sedgwick (Lamoni) to find some bacon for his sick little girl. There was none to be found, so he traveled to Eagleville, eight miles away. He returned at moonlight bringing home a bundle of bacon. He sliced the bacon and helped to fry it up crisp and brown to feed this little
daughter who says, “It tasted just right, and set the pace for other relished meals, unheeded for six months previous.” (Smith, Vida E, Biography of Alexander H Smith, Independence, 2007)
Gentleness is further exemplified as Alexander gently worked side by side with his daughter Emma Belle while planting corn. As the earth was moved to the side to place the seed he would tell her to plant three seeds in each hole saying, “One for the birds, one for the fi eld mice and one for me.” A few little girls who were older than eight year old Emma Belle were playing in the Mansion House yard. They were talking about their grandfathers. Emma Belle had never heard of a grandpa so she asked where hers was and one of the older girls said, “Your grandpa was a bad man and somebody killed him." I remember of standing looking at that girl & saw her look at the other and laugh.
I turned and running to the house my father seeing opened the door for me. I rushed in and said, "where is my grandpa? Why can’t I have a grandpa like the other girl? Was he a bad man and did men kill him and why? " But Dada [Alexander] picked me in his arm and walked over and sits down then said your grandpa was my father but he was not a bad man. And they killed your grandpa & my father and his tears fell on my face. It could not have been grief for that father so long dead, but for the little girl.”
Emma Belle remembers her tender Uncle Joseph III who was blind in his later years. As she neared where he was sitting outside he said to her with a voice full of joy. O. Emma I saw the young calf on the lawn and the green grass. So you see I’m not entirely shut out of sunshine and the beauties of this world yet. I dropped in the rocker and then he put his hand on mine, my tears fell on it.
How quick he turned taking my face in his hand then said, don’t weep my dear child...Oh Uncle why does it have to be you?” Joseph Smith III replied, “Better be me than you, my life is far spent and you are here for long years yet.” (Emma Belle Smith Kennedy journal, courtesy Michael Kennedy
Loren C Dunn comments on First Mission of LDS Church in Australia
- Published on Friday, 22 June 2012 18:04
- Written by Mike Kennedy
My dear brothers and sisters, it is an honor to he at this conference. And it is an honor to serve as a missionary in Australia.
This marks the 126th year that the Church has been in Australia.
The two missionaries who introduced the gospel to Australia were John Murdock and Charles Wandell, who arrived in Sydney on October 30, 1851. Brother Murdock was fifty-nine years of age at the time and was one of the early stalwarts of the Church. He was in the first group to be ordained high priests by Joseph Smith. He was called on two of his missions by revelations which are in the Doctrine and Covenants. (See D&C 52:8; D&C 99:1.) His wife died, leaving him twins only six hours old. These were the twins that the Prophet Joseph Smith received into his home to raise.
For a time he lived in the home of Joseph Smith and relates this incident: “During the winter that I boarded with Brother Joseph … we had a number of prayer meetings, in the Prophet’s chamber. … In one of those meetings the Prophet told us, ‘If we would humble ourselves before God, and exercise strong faith, we should see the face of the Lord.’ And about midday the visions of my mind were opened, and the eyes of my understanding were enlightened, and I saw the form of a man, most lovely, the visage of his face was sound and fair as the sun. His hair a bright silver grey, curled in a most majestic form; His eyes a keen penetrating blue, and the skin of his neck a most beautiful white and he was covered from the neck to the feet with a loose garment, pure white: Whiter than any garment I have ever before seen. His countenance was most penetrating, and yet most lovely. And while I was endeavoring to comprehend the whole personage from head to feet it slipped from me, and the vision was closed up. But it left on my mind the impression of love, for months, that I never before felt to that degree.” (John Murdock, An Abridged Record of the Life of John Murdock, p. 26.)
Such was the man who opened the work of the gospel of Jesus Christ in Australia in this dispensation. Through the early years of the Church in Australia many joined the Church and then immigrated to either Canada or the United States. In 1955 President David O. McKay toured the country and advised -- Loren C. Dunn
Elizabeth Millikin Kendall - One Saint Who Remained After the Mormon Exodus
- Published on Tuesday, 09 October 2012 22:23
- Written by Gracia Jones
In the Old Mormon Pioneer Cemetery on Parley Street, east of Nauvoo, Illinois, there stands a small triangular stone, its aged condition obvious, its inscription, “E WELLINGTON” is barely readable. Unless directed to it and specifically instructed regarding it, one would pass it by without a glance.
Who is E WELLINGTON? E. Wellington is the mother of the orphaned, Elizabeth, who married Alexander Hale Smith. She is the ancestress of hundreds of descendants of Joseph and Emma Smith. The full story of this woman comes to light after many years revealing a most interesting set of circumstances—and a peculiar connection to the family of Joseph smith Jr., founder of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and his wife, Emma Hale Smith.
E WELLINGTON, aka Elizabeth Millikin Kendall Wellington, and her first husband, John Kendall, were converted to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in England. At the time of their conversion the couple had two children, John and Isabella. The couple had made plans to migrate to America as soon as they could save enough money. Their plans were disrupted when John Kendall, who was a painter, fell from a scaffold while attempting to save the others who were working with him. He and was fatally injured and died in the hospital in Liverpool, Lancashire, England, 5 October 1842.[i] A touching tribute regarding the death of Brother John Kendall , who was an Elder in the priesthood, was published in the Millennial Star in November 1842.[ii]
Kendall’s widow, Elizabeth gave birth to their third child, Elizabeth Agnes Kendall, 7 May 1843, eight months later, in Ulverstone, Lancaster, England.[iii] When the baby was a few months old, the widow, Elizabeth, took her three children and boarded the ship, Ketoka, heading for America, with a large number of Latter-day Saint converts. Elder John Ballantyne, a convert in 1842, from Scotland, was said to be in charge of the Saints on this journey. Among the names on the ship list are “Elizabeth Kendall, 28, John, 7, Isabella 3, and Elizabeth, infant.” Their belongs were listed as “Boxes of Clothing, Utensils”. The Ketoka set sail from Albert Docks, Liverpool, England, on 5 September, 1843, arriving in New Orleans on 27 October 1843.[iv]
The Kendall family made their way up the Mississippi River to St. Louis. Tradition in the family indicates she stopped at St. Louis for a time then continued on to Nauvoo. The exact date of their arrival in Nauvoo is unknown. Some have suggested they arrived there in February 1842,[v] which is impossible, due to the facts previously reported herein. Clear documentation, found in recent times, shows that the infant daughter, Elizabeth, listed in the ship list, was born in May 1843, arriving in America, in October of that year. Therefore, the Kendalls were in Nauvoo no earlier than the late Fall of 1843 or more possibly in January or February 1844. According to one family tradition, “Elizabeth and her family were first housed in what was called the Mansion House. It was the Joseph Smith family home which had an addition of guest rooms . . . A widow’s section of the town was being built, and shortly she and her children moved to one of these quarters.”[vi]
Vida E. Smith, a great granddaughter of Elizabeth Kendall, wrote a romantic story of this family which states that the Kendalls boarded for a time at the Mansion House and was befriended by Emma, wife of the Prophet Joseph Smith. She and her children finally found lodging in a small apartment in Brick Row, or Widow’s Row, once located at the corner of Main and Kimball streets in Nauvoo. Her room reportedly was the “third room from the east end.” [vii]
Widow Kendall found work, (the nature of her work has not been identified); her work forced her to leave her three children alone all day while she was away. The older two were able to tend their little sister. There were others who were friendly neighbors who helped out as well, though unnamed.
That Elizabeth Kendall was a faithful member of the Church is evidenced by the Nauvoo Temple Records which state she received her endowment in the Nauvoo Temple, on 31 January 1846. However, when the majority of the Church members made their exodus to the west, Elizabeth and her little family remained in Illinois. According to Vida E. Smith, she endured deprivations at the hands of mobbers, so it became necessary for her to flee from the city. In September 1846, when Emma Smith took her family upriver to Fulton, Illinois, Elizabeth Kendall took her children away as well. We do not know whether they left at the same time, on the same boat, or if Elizabeth traveled in some other manner to some other place.
A few months later, when it was safe, the Kendalls returned. Back in Nauvoo, Elizabeth was befriended by Matthias Wellington, whose family was engaged in farming and raising cattle in the vicinity of Nauvoo. Elizabeth Kendall and Matthias Wellington were married in Hancock County, Illinois, 25 February 1847.[viii] Her friend, Emma Smith also married in December that year and the friendship of these two women continued.[ix]
Elizabeth bore Matthias Wellington two children: Lydia Ann Wellington, born in 1847, and Thomas Wellington born in 1849. Sadly, Elizabeth Wellington died, perhaps in childbirth, 30 September 1850.[x] Her death resulted in her now orphaned daughter, Elizabeth Agnes, nicknamed Lizzie, about 7 years of age, being left with her step father. Fairly soon, Matthias Wellington remarried; when his young wife became pregnant, she felt unable, or unwilling to continue looking after little Elizabeth Kendall, (Lizzie), along with Elizabeth and Matthias’ other two children. The older Kendall children, John and Isabella, had already found other places where they were working for their own board; it became necessary for Lizzie to find a new situation. Undoubtedly, remembering Emma’s kindness to her mother, and to children, Lizzie found her way to the Mansion House, and Emma.
Elizabeth Agnes, was taken into Emma Smith Bidamon’s house, more than likely in about 1851 or 1852,[xi] undoubtedly with the expectation that she would be helpful, since Emma had just taken on the full time care of her mother-in-law, Lucy Mack Smith.[xii] In the 1860 Census of Hancock County, Elizabeth Kendall, is listed as age 17, living in the Bidamon household. According to the family stories, Emma treated Lizzie as her own daughter; and in a few years she became a daughter-in-law, when on 23 May 1861, she married Emma’s son, Alexander Hale Smith.
Knowledge of Lizzie’s widowed mother was obscured by time. Subsequent generations knew little of her beyond her maiden and married name, Kendall; and as it turns out, from further research, we had an incorrect birth date and place for both the mother and daughter.
Gradually the full story has been pieced together from a few clues. In 1999, we discovered a picture of Vida E. Smith, daughter of Alexander and Elizabeth Agnes Kendall Smith, standing by a triangular stone. The picture was labeled, “Me, [Vida E. Smith] beside Grandmother Wellington’s grave”. This was the first hint that Elizabeth Agnes’ mother had married someone named Wellington. A few years later, in the Community of Christ Archives, in Independence, Missouri, some letters, written by Mary Audentia Smith Anderson to a man named Paul A. Wellington[xiii] surfaced. She wrote asking, ‘Is it possible we are related?” Further research disclosed the fact that this Paul Wellington was a descendant of Elizabeth Kendall and Matthias Wellington. Upon finding this information, I inquired of Ron Romig, then Archivist at the Community of Christ Library, who informed me that Paul A. Wellington was still alive, in his nineties, living in Independence. I obtained his phone number and contacted him that very day. That evening he and his wife came bringing the Wellington Family History which he had compiled.[xiv] This Historical account contained the answer to the mystery of whose grave is marked by the mysterious old triangular stone. The Wellingtons gave us a picture of members of their family standing beside their “Grandmother Wellington’s grave”. She is the ancestor to many hundreds from that family, as well.
To this day, visitors to the Old Nauvoo Cemetery may discover this triangular stone and wonder “Who is E. Wellington?” We are happy to be able to disclose that she was a quiet, humble, English woman who was converted to the LDS Church in England, who, with great courage, immigrated to America after she was widowed. She was one who remained in Nauvoo rather than going west with the Mormon Exodus. Because she died young, her story had to be pieced together from sparse records found in the Nauvoo Lands and Records Office (LDS), English birth and death records, and many disjoined and contradictory family stories. Until a chance discovery revealed the Wellington connection, we hunted for her in vain.
Little Lizzie lost her mother before she was old enough to fully understand her own history. Emma took her in and taught her the necessary womanly skills of her day; but she gave her so much more. She gave her a mother’s devotion. When Emma died Lizzie wept, telling her children, “She was the only mother I ever knew.” But she also told her children what she knew of the spunky little woman, her own mother, who had followed through on the plans made with her husband to go to America; and the bits and pieces she shared were enough to open the way for us to find the rest of her story.
[i]Death record of John Kendall, age 33
[ii] Thomas, Ward, “Lines on the death of Brother John Kendall of Liverpool, who was killed by falling from a scaffold as reported in the Millennial Star, No. 7, Vol., 3, November 1842:
“In his grave they have laid him, he slumbers in peace.
While his spirit in paradise sweetly shall rest.
till the hour when the angel shall sound his release,
In the first resurrection with Christ to be blest,
O! Weep not, dear sister, more blessed is he,
Thy partner in life, tho’ he lie with the dead;
And the bond of affection that bound him to thee,
Is not severed because that his spirit has fled.
Yet a short time shall pass, when, lo! Gathered in one,
All the saints of the Lord doth in heav’n and earth,
With thee and thy young ones, and partner that’s gone,
May rejoice in the hour of a glorious birth.
O! Then let us be glad in the light that has come,
Even the gospel’s bright fullness, its Priesthood of Power;
While we look for a city a glorious home,
and to meet all the sanctified dead in that home,
Then O Father above, let thy blessing descend,
Let thy spirit its sweet consolation impart
To the widow, the Mother, the sister and friend,
Let the joys of salvation enliven her heart,
Let her vision be clear of that glorious day,
when the son shall descend with His angels of Light,
When sorrow and pain, and all tears pass away,
And truth stands revealed in heaven’s own light.”
[iii] Birth record of Elizabeth Agnes Kendall from England. Elaine Nichols found this document for us.
[iv] Passenger List of the Ketoka, which left Liverpool 5 September, 1843, arriving in New Orleans on 27 October 1843. (thanks to Wilburta Moore who pointed the way to finding the ship on which the Kendalls came to America.
[v] Holzaphel, Richard neitzel and Jeni Broberg Holzaphel, Bookcraft, SLC, UT, p. 16. This source mistakenly accepts Vida Smith’s data, placing the Kendalls in Nauvoo in February 1843, which is disproved by the documentary evidence in the Ship list, as well as the birth record of the baby, Elizabeth Agnes Kendall, in May 1843, in Ulverstone, Lancashire, England. Vida wrote her story from her heart without any real documents and her mother was too young when her own mother died to pass on entirely accurate details.
[vi] Paul A. Wellington, A Family Record of Jonathan Wellington and His Descendants, Copyright by Paul A. Wellington, printed in the United States of America—this Wellington history was given to the author by Paul A. Wellington in Independence, Missouri in 2004.
[vii] Vida E Smith, Two Widows of the Brick Row, Journal of History, Vol.,3, page 202-212, Community of Christ Archives, Independence, Missouri. See also: Richard Neitzel Holzaphel and Jeni Broberg Holzaphel, Bookcraft, SLC, UT, p. 16. There is a photograph in this book of the row of brick apartments built for widows, on the southwest corner of Main , and Kimball in old Nauvoo.
[viii] Marriage License and Certificate, Carthage, Hancock County, Illinois
[ix] Marriage License and Certificate, Hancock Co., Illinois. The marriage took place in Nauvoo on December 23rd 1847, performed by Rev. Haney, a Methodist Minister.
[x] Death record Hancock County; Engraving on the stone in the cemetery; family history records compiled by Paul A.Wellington, given to the author in Independence, Missouri in 2004. See also Nauvoo Records office files for Elizabeth Millican Kendall. See Nauvoo Temple Records for her endowment record.
[xi] Elizabeth Agnes Kendall is not registered there in the 1850 Census but does appear in the Bidamon household in 1860, age of 17. Young Lizzie was never sure of her true birth date and confusion has occurred because she was actually a year younger than she thought she was. We are indebted to Elaine Nichols for ferreting out the birth documents for Elizabeth and her siblings, as well as the death record for her father, in England.
[xii] Lucy Mack Smith spent the last five years of her life bedridden, in Emma’s care. She died May 14, 1856.
[xiii] Paul A. Wellington was for many years the editor of the Reorganized Church’s newspaper, The Saints’ Herald; he was also author of many books and articles concerning the RLDS doctrines and scriptures.
[xiv] Paul A. Wellington compiled a thorough ancestry and descendancy record for the Matthias Wellington’s family. (Author has a copy of this History). The Wellingtons remained friendly with the Bidamons and Smiths until the families scattered after the turn of the century. (1900)
Thoughts of Emma: Frederick A. Smith on my Grandmother
- Published on Thursday, 17 May 2012 15:51
- Written by Mike Kennedy
Frederick Alexander Smith,Emma’s Grandson, said of Emma -- that she wore a small-sprigged lavender-calico dress with a clean unhemmed flour sack pinned around her. She was an exceptional and substantial cook. He remembered her cooking pastries, pies, cookies, doughnuts and chicken and that she cooked over an open fire in the fireplace with a crane that held the covered kettle in which she would roast her meat.