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Monday, January 30, 2017

Miracle of the Empty Flour Barrel

James and Margaret Houston arrived in Utah Territory September 1848, a few months after the infamous “cricket war” and when the “miracle of the gulls” happened. During that time, pioneers were threatened with starvation because of severe crop destruction from drought, frost and crickets. Fortunately, James and Margaret arrived with ample provisions and were blessed to make it through the trying times of 1848. However, little did they know that events similar to those of 1848 would come back in later years with a vengeance -- but worse.


James and Margaret Houston
1817-1864 and 1825-1912

A severe drought during 1855 occurred throughout Utah Territory, and it apparently forced massive numbers of grasshoppers into the valleys. The grasshoppers' arrival was quite an intimidating sight:

 "The Deseret News reported one massive appearance in which 'the grasshoppers filled the sky for three miles deep, or as far as they could be seen without the aid of Telescopes, and somewhat resembling a snow storm.' These locusts were known to fly overhead several hours a day for a period of two or three weeks. When they landed they could be even more troublesome."


The noise from the grasshopper swarms was also noteworthy:

"To a person standing in one of these swarms as they pass over and around you, the air becomes sensibly darkened, and the sound produced by their wings resembles that of the passage of a train of cars on a railroad when standing two or three hundred yards from the track."


When the grasshoppers arrived, they fed on practically anything -- grass, wheat, corn, oats, potatoes, etc. Orchards and vineyards were also targets, and the grasshoppers would even eat the bark of trees. Grasshoppers would stay for weeks, even through bad weather.

Heber C. Kimball, a leader in the church and community, wrote describing the extent of the devastation in 1855:

"[...] The grasshoppers have cut down the grain, and there is not fifty acres now standing of any kind of grain in Salt Lake Valley, and what is now standing, they are cutting it down as fast as possible.

In Utah county the fields are pretty much desolate; in Juab Valley not a green spear of grain is to be seen, nor in Sanpete, nor in Fillmore.

In Little Salt Lake they are still sowing, also at Cedar City, that county being so much later the grain is not yet up, but the grasshoppers are there, ready to sweep down the grain as soon as it comes up.

In the north as far as Boxelder the scenery is the same.... and to look at things at this present time, there is not the least prospect of raising one bushel of grain in the valleys this present season.... I must say there is more green stuff in the gardens in G. S. L. City than there is in all the rest of the counties; still there is a great many of the gardens in the city entirely ruined.

Brother Wm. C. Staines told me this morning that he had 500,000 young apple trees come up and they are all cut down to the ground, and many gardens where the peach trees were full of peaches, every leaf and peach are gone."

It has been estimated that 70 percent of the cereals, vegetables, and fruits were destroyed, making 1855 stand out as a year of crippling losses. Research also shows the peak period of grasshopper invasions and devastation was 1855, being the worst year of the entire century. All this put Utah pioneers at risk of starvation and many suffered.

On top of the grasshoppers and the earlier drought, the winter of 1855-1856 was very severe. Animals such as cattle, horses, and sheep froze to death or died of starvation because of the scarcity of provisions. In various parts of Utah, snow was even measured to a depth of eight feet.

To further complicate things, an influx of 5,000 "Mormon" immigrants (members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) arrived in Utah Territory during 1855 to settle. This was a very large number given Utah's resident population was reported as being 11,380 in 1850. Furthermore, gold hunters en route to California passed through the valleys of Utah in relation to the California Gold Rush. A large number of these gold hunters were also destitute of food and had scant supplies.

The people in Utah Territory were encouraged to exercise faith amidst these challenges. The Deseret News remarked on May 23, 1855 that 'through faith and obedience they can prevail in the grasshopper war, at least as well as they did in the cricket war of 1848.'

The grasshoppers were finally gone by the time James and Margaret planted corn and potatoes on June 10, 1855 on their farmland in Salt Lake City. They were told by others that their crops would not mature. However, the crops did come up, albeit small in size, and they had something to harvest. James and Margaret were among the very few who had anything for the winter.

James and Margaret also had a very young family at this time. On December 1, 1855, Margaret Jr. was born. By the end of 1855, the names and ages (years) of their other children were as follows: Thomas (2), Joseph (4), James Jr. (5), John (7), and Elizabeth (9). 

In spite of the great challenges James and Margaret and other Utah pioneers faced, James and Margaret were generous with their harvest and shared with others:

"The corn was small and only nibbins, but James threw the corn into the loft. Winter came, and Margaret shared with others and still there was more corn. She kept dividing and it was wonderful how it lasted. She made corn cakes also, and divided them with others."

How is it that something like small "nibbins" of corn could sustain a large family through such hard times? How could this humble harvest also be divided among others who were in such great need and distress?

After the trial of faith, came the blessings.

Gladys Banks, a granddaughter of James and Margaret, recorded details of a miraculous event in the form of a skit. It is entitled "The Empty Flour Barrel" and based on a true incident in James and Margaret Houston's life.

<Start of skit>

The Empty Flour Barrel

Scene 1

(Margaret is seen standing at the flour barrel* with a pan in her hand bending over the flour barrel in the act of dipping flour out. Her husband comes in at this time. She is dressed in the pioneer style and as she bends low in the barrel to get the flour her stockings are seen below her skirt.)

(Enter James)

James: Well, well, Margaret. I saw your stockings when you stooped to get flour from the barrel.

Margaret: (Coming forward with a small amount of flour in the pan.). Yes, James, we will be needing some more. This is all we have and still you keep sending our friends in to get some flour or some bread. Only yesterday, I baked three loaves and Brother Black came last night and said you said he could get a loaf as his wife was sick and couldn't bake. Early this morning while you were milking, Sy Perkin's little Pete came and asked for a loaf, he said they had all gone to bed without supper because they did not have any bread. I gave them the second loaf. James, you sure beat the world in giving stuff away.

James: Margaret, do you know that Brother Brigham [Young] told us last night at our Priesthood [church] meeting that if we [who] had food would divide with those that did not have, we would never miss what we gave away? I promise you that as long as we divide our flour with our friends there will always be some in the barrel.

Margaret: James, how impractical you are. When the flour is gone, it's gone. I scraped all there was in the barrel.

James: We shall see my dear. But never let us turn a hungry child from our door.

Scene 2
(Same as Scene 1)

(Margaret making hot cakes and has some piled on a plate)

Margaret: Well, this is the last of the flour. Whatever will we do when it is gone?

(Enter Libbie)

Libbie: Oh, Mother, I am so hungry. May I have a hot cake?

Margaret: Yes, you may have one, but not any more, because Father and John have not had dinner yet.

Libbie: (She takes a cake in her hand and shakes her head as if in deep thought). Oh, maybe I'm not very hungry for I had breakfast this morning but Maggie Jones didn't. May I give this to her if I don't have any?

Margaret: Well, of all things, there it goes again. Yes, of course, Libbie child. (Pats her on the head). Take one to your friend and you have two if you want them. (Libbie takes a cake and starts eating it and joyously runs out with one for her friend).

(Enter John and Billie)

John: Mother, we sure are hungry. Got anything to eat?

Billie: Hmmmmmmm. Them cakes sure do smell good. My Ma can't make any. She hasn't had flour for a long time. My Pa is sick in bed.

Margaret: Yes, of course, John, boys are always hungry. (Shakes her head and looks at both boys as she gives them the cakes). Billie, you say your Pa is sick! Well, you had better take some cakes over to him and your Ma. (She wraps cakes that are left on plate in a clean cloth and gives them to Billie). Run quick, now, and take them to your Ma, Billie.

Billie: Thanks Sister Houston. I know this will make my Pa better.

Margaret: (At her wits end). Well, whatever will I do for bread for James? (She looks at empty plate). Oh, me, Oh, my.

(Enter James)

James: Well, my dear, is supper ready?

Margaret: Yes, when you milk the cow because that is all there is.

James: Where is the bread?

Margaret: You gave it all away and I used the last flour for hot cakes and ours and the neighbor's children ate them.

James: Have you looked in the barrel since you got the last flour?

Margaret: James, how stupid you are!

(Margaret goes to the barrel and scoops out some flour)

Margaret: James, your faith is a wonderful blessing. We will have supper after all.  (She rushes to his side with the coveted flour. They both look glorified).

(Enter Mary Brown)

Mary: Oh, Brother Houston, I wonder if I could borrow some flour. Jack has been working for Brother Knight and he promised to let us have some flour, but we haven't got it yet. We are right out now, but we will pay you back as soon as we can get it. They say you are the only ones in the ward [neighborhood] with flour.

James: Well, Sister Brown, you may get it if I have it. Get the flour, Margaret.

Margaret: James, you saw me scrape the barrel.

James: Margaret, there is flour in that barrel. Get it!

(She goes to the barrel and scoops out some flour which she gives to Sister Brown).

Margaret: The Lord has surely blessed us.

James: We shall never want as long as we divide with our neighbors.

<End of skit>


The fact that James and Margaret would share under such difficult and trying circumstances is a miracle in itself, to have such character and charity. The other miracle, of course, is that the family did not go without after they shared with others the little they had. Through faith, and obedience to the counsel given by church leaders, miracles were wrought. The empty flour barrel kept on giving and provided life-sustaining nourishment!

Adapted by Thomas S. Hartley, 3rd great grandson, January 2017

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Skit Characters:

James Houston -- Father
Margaret Houston -- Mother
John -- a small boy (son)
Libbie -- a young girl (daughter)
Mary Brown -- a neighbor
Billie -- a small boy
Mary -- a friend
Time -- In Salt Lake in early pioneer time
Scene: A pioneer home with a large flour barrel, in corner stove, rude table and chairs. Yet it has an air of hominess about it.

* The flour mentioned in the skit may be referring to either corn flour or wheat flour. It is my opinion the family records point more strongly to the flour being corn flour.


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Story adapted and information obtained from the following sources:

James Houston and Margaret Crawford Descendants and Ancestors. Pages 179, 246, 250-251, 283-285, 410-411



"Pestiferous Ironclads: The Grasshopper Problem in Pioneer Utah":


U.S. Census Bureau: Utah Resident Population


"Time Line: U.S. Migration, Mormon Emigration, and the Handcart Experiment"


"Miracles of the Gulls":


"The Grasshopper War of 1855 and the Provo Sugar Miracle":


"The Gold Rush of 1849"


Source of grasshopper images:


Friday, January 20, 2017

My Ancestors Who Personally Knew Joseph Smith

I have come across a number of my ancestor's memories and descriptions of their personal associations with the Prophet Joseph Smith. I am humbled when I read what they wrote, and it helps strengthen my faith in the divine calling of Joseph Smith -- to be the prophet of the restoration of the gospel and church of Jesus Christ.

My ancestors who personally knew Joseph Smith and wrote of their associations were James Houston, Albert Miner, Tamma Durfee Miner, and Moroni Miner:

James Houston
1817 - 1864
James Houston - Next House Neighbor to Joseph Smith

My third great grandfather James Houston (1817-1864) was from Paisley, Scotland. He recorded in an autobiography[1] when he first heard about Joseph Smith and also some personal experiences with Joseph Smith.

When James was around age 18 (the year 1835 or so), elders from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints ("Mormon") came to Paisley preaching a peculiar message. James didn’t have a chance to listen to the elders properly initially. However, he soon spoke with someone else who had listened to the elders, and that person told James about an angel coming to a Joseph Smith and also what this angel had said.

This conversation had a great impact on James. He recorded that when he heard of Joseph Smith and the angel, “the power followed the word -- and it ran through me from head to foot. I began to stand up for it and was surprised at myself.” James continued to learn more about the church. A book entitled '[A] Voice of Warning' was particularly influential on him. He believed what he had read and heard from the elders, but he did not yet feel ready to get baptized.

James Houston later sailed for America in October 1840 with a small company of church members, even though he himself was not a member. The journey took nine weeks and was described as “pleasant.” James first arrived in New Orleans, Mississippi and then made his way to Springnell, Illinois at the invitation of an Elder Mulliner. Elder Mulliner led the company from Scotland and also had a home in Springnell. There in Springnell in 1841, James Houston was baptized and became a member of the church.

In the spring of 1841, James learned a person was needed to help drive cattle to Nauvoo, Illinois in relation to the construction of the Nauvoo Temple and Nauvoo House the church was involved with. James volunteered and arrived in Nauvoo April 30, 1841. It was there in Nauvoo that James came to meet Joseph Smith personally and lived next to him. James recorded:

“Suffice it to say that I saw the Prophet of the Lord, Joseph Smith. A few days later I took up my abode in the next house to the prophet's. I lived there nine months and I can assure you the Prophet was all he professed to be. I knew he was a true Prophet of God, for I have heard him speak and prophesy as he was led by the Holy Ghost.  He was a good and great man.”

Joseph Smith homestead in Nauvoo, Illinois

Joseph Houston (1851–1935), son of James Houston and my second great grandfather, also recounted
[2] that James Houston “had many, many talks with Joseph Smith. [James] knew him to be a prophet of God.”


Tamma Durfee Miner
1813 - 1885
Albert and Tamma Miner - Close Associates and Bodyguard (Albert) to Joseph Smith

Albert Miner (1809-1848) is a third great grandfather of mine and Tamma Durfee (1813-1885) a third great grandmother. They had close association with Joseph Smith. A lot of information is provided in biographies[3] [4] [5] about Albert and Tamma, so in some instances I have just copied the information verbatim to provide their background and associations with Joseph Smith.

Albert was born in Jefferson County, New York. His family moved to New London, Ohio when he was 6. At age 22 (and still living in Ohio), Albert met Tamma Durfee.  Tamma was interested in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints ("Mormon"), but she delayed her baptism until after she and Albert were married. They married in August 1831, and Tamma was baptized December 1831. Tamma's parents and most of her siblings had previously been baptized some time before her.

Albert's family was strongly opposed to him joining the church. He told them that “the more they had to say, the sooner he would be baptized.”  He ignored the bitterness of his family and was baptized in February 1832.  It was so cold they had to cut a hole in the ice on a river in order to baptize him. He would not wait until spring to be baptized.

Around late 1832 or early 1833, Albert, Tamma and the Durfees moved to Kirtland, Ohio, then the headquarters of the church. Albert and Tamma were faithful church workers and were constantly in close communication with the Prophet Joseph Smith. They assisted very materially in building the Kirtland Temple, and attended the dedication ceremony of the temple in 1836 and saw and felt the marvelous [and divine] manifestations that took place.

In the spring of 1834, the Prophet Joseph Smith called for elders to go to Jackson County [Missouri] and redeem Zion. Albert Miner and a certain Dennis Lake decided to draw cuts to see which one of them would go and which one would stay behind in order to take care of both their families. It fell to Albert to stay behind. Dennis Lake went, but he was not strengthened by the experience. When he returned he fell away from the church and sued the Prophet for three months work, or $60. Because of the hatred toward the Prophet, Albert and his brother-in-law, Edmund Durfee Jr., served as bodyguards for Joseph Smith.

Time passed and Albert and Tamma went through many of the hardships and challenges associated with the persecution of Mormons during that era. Tamma recorded in her autobiography[6] about the time when Joseph Smith, and his brother Hyrum Smith, were martyred and also times when Joseph Smith had preached. She wrote:

 "[I] was there in 1844 when Joseph and Hyrum were Martyred. I went and saw them after they were taken to their homes. I had been aquainted with them for 12 years. In May I heard them both preach and talk to the Saints a great many times. I heard Joseph once talk and preach for five hours to a congregation, no one was tired, this was in Kirtland before they built the first temple."


Moroni Miner
1835 - 1935
Moroni Miner - Blessed by Joseph Smith and Lived in Nauvoo with Joseph Smith

Moroni Miner (1835-1935) was a son of Albert and Tamma Miner, so he is a second great grandfather to me. Moroni was born in Kirtland, Ohio. He was blessed as a child by the Prophet Joseph Smith, and his mother Tamma wrote[7] that the Prophet said the following:

"That he would be as great as Moroni of old, and people would flee unto him and call him blessed."

Later in life, Moroni recalled[8] when he was nine years old and living in Nauvoo, Illinois at the time Joseph Smith was martyred. Moroni said:

"Nauvoo was a beautiful city -- so clean and thriving. It seemed that all the women sang all the time. The homes were large and well built, the yards and fences and out-buildings well kept. Truly the city of 'brotherly love.'

Though only nine years old when the Prophet Joseph and his brother Hyrum were martyred, I can remember the prevailing sadness of that occasion -- the men gathering in groups about the streets, and my mother and the other women weeping.

I can remember the handsome majesty of the two as they visited with us, preached to us and walked among us.

I remember them leading the Nauvoo Legion. I loved to watch it parade and longed for the time when I would be one of them in a shining uniform.

 I remember them also, as they lay in their coffins, side by side, so still and lifeless."

Lastly, Moroni wrote[9] of his and his parents' association with Joseph Smith:

"I knew that Joseph Smith was a Prophet of God.  I have seen him in person.  He came to our home and visited my parents.  My parents were closely associated with the Prophet."






Friday, January 6, 2017

My Great Grandmother - Ethel Bunker Miner - "Sis, How Did You Know?"

Ethel Bunker Miner
This is a true story about my great grandmother Ethel Bunker Miner and great granduncle Ralph Clyde Bunker. There are many lessons one can learn from this story, but the biggest lesson for me is a reconfirmation that divine intervention is real and it happens. It helps strengthen my faith in God and prayer. Here are my father Jim Hartley's words who prepared this and made it available through FamilySearch.org:

"For people of faith, there are often “coincidences” in life that cannot be explained except by divine intervention. Those coincidences can involve feelings and actions that defy all reason and common sense, yet they are so powerful, miracles happen. Through them, God’s personalized love and tender mercies are manifest, and there can be no other explanation. Such was the case with Ethel and Clyde Bunker.

Ethel & Clyde in
their younger years
Ethel and Clyde were the children of Edward Bunker, Jr. and Arimenta Zarada McClellan. There were 13 children born into their family, but only six lived beyond early childhood. Ethel and Clyde were the youngest of the surviving children. Clyde was six years younger than Ethel, so it’s reasonable to assume that while growing up, Ethel was as much a little “mother” to Clyde as she was his sister. That could explain why Clyde turned to Ethel in a time of extreme need.

In 1914, when the United States entered World War 1, the call was given to “go to war or take a farm.” Ethel and her husband bought a farm. Clyde was drafted into the Army.

On December 20, 1912, Ethel Bunker married Paul Chase Miner. When America entered the war, Paul was 25 years old and considered to be too old to be drafted. So Paul and Ethel bought a large number of acres in Manila, Utah, a remote area in the extreme northeastern corner of the state. There, they planted many acres of field and garden crops and raised 1,000 chickens, 500 turkeys, and some ducks and geese. They had a few horses, including Ethel’s favorite horse, “Buckskin.” They also had a pet Jersey cow named “Flossie.” They didn’t own a car or a tractor, so “Buckskin” and the other horses were their only “horsepower” for plowing, hauling, and transportation.

In January 1917, 22-year old Ralph Clyde Bunker registered for the military draft. Eight months later, he married Evelene Sorensen. Then, eight months after his marriage, on April 28, 1918, he was called up to join the Army. Sadly, he left Evelene one-month pregnant with their son. Because of the war, Clyde would not see his first-born until the boy was five months old.

Private 1st Class Bunker was assigned to the Army’s 362nd Infantry Regiment and the 91st Division—the “Wild West Division.”

On September 7, 1918, Clyde’s unit joined approximately 550,000 other Americans fighting the Germans at the Battle of St. Mihiel in France. The four-day offensive that began on September 12th was successful, but it cost the Allies approximately 7,000 casualties.

But the Battle of St. Mihiel was only a warm-up for the largest and most decisive battle of World War 1, the Battle of Meuse-Argonne. It was the final Allied offensive of the war and it spanned the entire 400+ miles of the Western Front through Belgium, France, and part of southwestern Germany. That brutal 47-day battle was fought from September 26th until the Armistice on November 11th 1918. Along with British, French, and Belgian troops, it involved 1.2 million American soldiers. The battle took more than 26,000 American lives and wounded nearly 96,000 others, making it the largest and bloodiest operation of the war for the American forces.

At one point during the battle, on October 3, 1918, Clyde’s unit was pinned down under nearly 10 hours of intensive enemy artillery fire. Without adequate cover many were wounded or killed that day. In addition to explosives, both sides outfitted artillery shells and grenades with mustard gas and the battle fields were blanketed with clouds of poisonous gas. Clyde was among those who were gassed. Nevertheless, he was able to continue with his regiment until the end of the war.

On April 16th, 1919, five months after the war ended, Clyde and the “Wild West” 91st Division returned to the states. Thirteen days later, on April 29, 1919, Clyde’s 362nd Regiment was demobilized at Fort David A. Russell [now Francis E. Warren Air Force Base] in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

But, Clyde wasn’t ready to face his wife and son yet. Shortly after arriving in the States, Clyde sent a letter to his sister, Ethel, asking if he could stay with her and her family for a while. He had been gassed during the war and his nerves were very bad.

More than 124,000 tons of chemical weapons had been produced during the war and were heavily used by both sides, especially during the final two years, 1917 and 1918. Phosgene Gas was code named “White Star.” Chlorine Gas combined with Phosgene Gas was code named “Red Star.” And, the most widely used and most damaging gas, Mustard Gas, was code named, “Yellow Cross” because Germans would mark their mustard gas artillery shells and grenades with a yellow cross. An estimated 1.3 million soldiers were poisoned with gas during World War 1. Few were actually killed; the gasses were meant to injure and disable.

Mustard Gas, for example, caused severe burning and blistering of the skin, eyes, throat, and lungs. It was absorbed into the body through inhalation, ingestion, or by coming into contact with the skin or eyes. Victims required many weeks to recover. Sadly, some remained permanently disfigured or blind. Others developed respiratory diseases or infections that were fatal. The gas also damaged DNA in human cells, rendering victims at great risk for certain types of cancers. The effects of the poisonous gas and the trauma of the war were physically and emotionally disabling for many who returned home. Clyde was one of them.

When demobilized from Fort Russell in Cheyenne, Wyoming, Clyde and hundreds of other soldiers boarded trains for home. For those traveling west, the first railroad transfer point was Green River, Wyoming. From there, trains headed either northwest or southwest. Clyde hoped that he wouldn’t have to transfer at all. Instead, he hoped that his sister, Ethel, would pick him up at Green River. But a terrible storm rolled in that damaged telephone lines between Green River and Manila. Clyde couldn’t get a call through to notify her. He had no other option but to endure the night at the station and on the next day, travel home in his fragile, weakened condition.

That next morning, across the border in Utah, Ethel announced to her husband, Paul, that they weren’t going to Sunday School that day. She insisted that they had to borrow a car and drive to Green River and get Clyde. She told how she saw her brother in a dream during the night. She saw that he was trying to reach them, but for some reason couldn’t. A dream? Paul said, “Ethel, it is 60 miles and we can’t go there on a wild goose chase!” Ethel began to cry and insisted that she absolutely knew that Clyde was at the train station. Very reluctantly, Paul agreed to go and he borrowed a neighbor’s car.

As they came into view of the railway station, a distant train was approaching from the east. “Drive faster, Paul,” Ethel exclaimed. “We must get there before that train does because Clyde will leave on it.” Paul just shrugged his shoulders and drove a little faster. They arrived at the station before the train and found hundreds of soldiers milling around. Frantically, Ethel and Paul circulated among the soldiers inquiring after Clyde Bunker. Just when they were about to give up, Ethel spotted her brother and yelled, “Clyde Bunker, I’m here!” There was immense joy as they fell into each other’s arms. Clyde was astonished. “Sis,” he asked, “how did you know I was here?” Ethel then told him of her dream. Clyde responded, “The Lord truly heard and answered my prayer! I vowed that if I didn’t see you here before this train came in I would have to go on.”

Clyde stayed with Ethel and her family for a few weeks while he recuperated and gained strength.

How did Ethel know her brother was at the Green River railroad station? In circumstances like this, there is no such thing as coincidence. It was divine intervention pure and simple—a providential response to the desperate prayer of a sick and lonely soldier."

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Adapted by James E. Hartley from an autobiography, “Life and History of Norma Miner Hartley,” written by Norma Miner Hartley (daughter of Ethel Bunker Miner). (Norma was with her parents at the Green River railroad station when “Uncle Clyde” was miraculously found there.)