KELLEY MONTGOMERY AND ZILPHA COCK MONTGOMERY
Kelley Montgomery and Zilpha Cock were the parents of Ephraim Puckett, whose first wife died in childbirth after he blew and blew on a ram's horn, trying to raise help, during a storm on the mountain on which they lived. Ephraim was the father of my great grandfather, Paola Puckett. Kelley was born in North Carolina, on February 16, 1813. His parents were James Montgomery (1782-1843) and Jane White (1786-1850). He was the 4th of 12 children. Kelley's parents were born in colonial America. His grandparents emigrated from Scotland and Ireland, but met in North Carolina where they were married. Kelley married Zilpha Cock (Cox) on December 24, (Christmas Eve) 1835 in Patrick Virginia.
Zilpha was born in Patrick County, Virginia, on August 23, 1813, and died on her 50th wedding anniversary, December 24th, 1885. Kelley lived another 11 years and died on January 9, 1896. They were the parents of 11 children, Emillie, my great great grandmother, being the 6th. Zilpha's parents were Reuben Cock (1760-1840) and Rhoda Phillips (1770-1842). Both her parents were also born in the United States. In fact her grandfather was also born in Colonial America in 1724, and her grandmother as well, in 1726. So they were long time Americans.
Look up the touching story of Ephraim and Emillie Puckett in your Ruth and Rudge book. It is in the back with the ancestor information. It is the story of tragedy, and love. Grandpa Hiatt heard that story from his mother, just before she died. He had never heard it before, but thankfully, she remembered to tell it to him before she took it with her. It's a wonderful story and gives a picture of their lives in the mountains. Aunt Orlean Puckett, who had the Puckett cabin in the October blog, is Ephraim's sister-in-law. She was a midwife who brought over a thousand babies into the world, and never lost a mother or a child. She, herself, however, lost more than 20 of her own babies and never had a posterity. My guess is that she had trouble carrying them to term and without the wonderful modern advances in neonatal care that we enjoy, the early-term babies couldn't survive.
PARLEY PARKER PRATT AND MARY ANN FROST PRATT
(This is long, but worth the read. I learned some things I didn't know)
(This is long, but worth the read. I learned some things I didn't know)
With most of our ancestors, I had trouble finding very much information, but my problem with these ancestors is there is just too much! I couldn't possibly include everything I could find about them. I hope you will take the time to read what I have included, though. They lived very interesting lives.
Parley Parker Pratt was born on April 12, 1807 in Burlington New York to Jared Pratt (1769-1839) and Charity Dickinson (1776-1899). He was the 3rd of 5 children, and his younger brother, Orson, was the 4th. He married Thankful Halsey, 10 years his senior, and had one child, Parley Jr. Thankful never recovered from her confinement and died when Parley Jr. was just a baby. Soon after he was married to Thankful, he left his home and property to search out The Everlasting Gospel, as he called it. He was sure that there had to be a church that taught the Gospel in the same way that Christ did when He was on the earth. He was introduced to the Book of Mormon by Samuel Smith, the brother of Joseph Smith, and he read unceasingly for three days, having no desire to eat or sleep. He testified of its truthfulness all the rest of his life. He and his wife journeyed with the Saints to Kirtland, Ohio, where she died. That same year, May 9, 1837, Grandfather Parley married a widow, Mary Ann Frost Stearns, our grandmother, needing a mother for his son.
Mary Ann was born on January 14, 1809, in Groton Vermont to Aaron Frost (1779-1860) and Susanna Gray (1780-1861). Her family moved to Maine when she was just 3 years old. She married Nathan Sterns and by him had a daughter named Mary Ann. He died within a year of their marriage. Mary Ann was baptized by David W. Patten in 1835 after having been a widow for 2 years. She and her child moved to Kirtland, Ohio and there she met and married Parley Pratt, a widower with a young son. Parley and Mary Ann soon were the parents of four more children: Nathan, Olivia(our grandmother), Susan, and Moroni. They had a loving, happy marriage and she even joined him in his prison confinements, whenever she could. When their first child was just 3 months old, and she was lying in bed, sick with a fever, her husband was arrested by an armed mob and taken to prison in Missouri. As soon as she was able to leave her bed, she and her children joined him, remaining in the dreary dungeon for six weeks. Her daughter, Mary Ann, broke her arm on the trap door, so she had to leave to get medical help. Parley used this circumstance as an opportunity to smuggle out of the prison a manuscript he had been working on, containing history of the Church as well as of their imprisonment. Although the guards, knowing Parley had been writing, threatened to search anyone leaving the prison, she was able to hide it on her person and later deliver it to a friend, preserving a valuable part of church history. Consequently, she was banished from the state with her helpless children while her husband remained in prison. She settled in Quincy, Illinois. On the 4th of July, the next year, Parley escaped from prison and joined Mary Ann in Quincy. They then moved to Nauvoo. She was a loving, devoted wife; she went with him on his mission to England, being the first woman in the Church to go to a foreign land as a missionary, and was a great help in the work there. Their daughter, Olivia was born while they were in England, and Susan was born on the ship bringing them home. It's interesting to me that they named their first son "Nathan" after her first husband and their first daughter Olivia Thankful after his first wife. Nathan and Susan did not survive childhood, however, both dying within a short time.
According to sources, Parley and Mary Ann "demonstrated a deep companionship in their marriage." Parley wrote this tribute about his beloved wife, Mary Ann.
Things didn't always stay rosy for them, however. Parley took at least 12 polygamous wives, after Thankful and Mary Ann, and several others which are more or less undocumented. Mary Ann couldn't abide Polygamy, so she divorced Parley after they were in Utah. At first, Parley tried to get her to go west with him, but she refused and stayed in Nauvoo. She soon sold her house to a Catholic priest and went back to Maine for a while before moving to Utah. In fact, the house in Nauvoo is still owned by the Catholic church as a residence for priests. She arrived in Utah in 1852, where she received her divorce, granted by Brigham Young, and settled in Pleasant Grove. Grandma Hiatt always told me that whenever I mentioned that Parley was my grandfather to be sure not to say which of his wives was my grandmother. I always do though.
In 1830, Joseph called Parley on a mission to the Indian tribes in Missouri. During the trip west, he stopped to visit Sidney Rignon, his former minister of the Reformed Baptist Society. He converted Sidney and 130 members of his congregation. On a mission to Canada, Parley converted John Taylor and his whole congregation as well. Parley and Joseph were close friends, experiencing together persecution and imprisonment, including Richmond jail. As a Zion's Camp recruiter, he convinced Wilford Woodruff to join.
Parley was a great missionary, serving in New York, New England, Eastern Canada, Southern US, California, England, Pacific Islands and South America. He introduced the church to his brothers Orson and Anson, Sidney Rigdon, Frederick G. Williams, John Taylor, Isaac Morley, Joseph Fielding and his sisters, among many others.
He was a noted religious writer and poet. Many of his writings are the only accounts from important American and Mormon events, such as the Haun's Mill massacre and the events and conditions of imprisonment with Joseph at Richmond jail. His posthumous Autobiography of Parley P. Pratt is a comprehensive account of the early history of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He also published a book of poetry, the first collection of poems by a Latter Day Saint. Many of the hymns in the LDS Hymnbook were written by Parley Pratt.
Parley was murdered by a jealous, crazed ex husband of his last wife, Eleanor. She had fled to California from her abusive husband, taking her 4 children with her. When Parley was serving a mission in California, with one of his wives, they became friends with Eleanor and learned of her history. Her husband tracked her down and followed her wherever she went, finally kidnapping her children and hiding them from her. She found them, further angering her husband. After two years, she and Parley were married in 1855 and she lived in Utah with his other families. He was called to serve a mission in the southern states (where he converted our grandmother, Mary Polly Taylor Hiatt). Eleanor's husband followed him and caught him alone one night in Arkansas. He shot and stabbed him and left him to bleed to death. As he was dying, he asked that his body be sent back to Utah. Some sources say that he is buried in Salt Lake City, but his grandson says that although they searched for his body, they couldn't find it, so he stayed buried somewhere in Arkansas. His death was on May 13, 1857.
Parley Parker Pratt Mary Ann Frost Stearns Pratt
Our December birthdays are as special and joyous as the month in which they were born.
Alex turned 5 on the 8th.
DeWitt was 25 on the 10th.
Rachel's birthday was the 17th.
Thomas turned 14 on the 19th.
Hyrum turned 12 on the 30th.
December is actually the month that we get to enjoy the cool, crisp, autumn days that other places have in October. We had some warm days, too, but enough cold ones that our trees turned golden then finally bare and we have snow on the mountain. We even got a little snow flurry at the last of the month.
Of course, Christmas is the focus of the whole month of December. We decorated, went to Christmas concerts and programs, gave gifts, sang Christmas songs and watched Christmas movies. Of course, our thoughts turned even more often to Jesus Christ, not only His birth, but His mission and His glorious sacrifice and resurrection. Even the marriage of Shadrach and Hannah led us to remember that because of Jesus Christ we can be together forever as families. One of the things I enjoyed this month is how often the leaders of the Church posted beautiful Nativity paintings. I made a small collection of these that I would like to share.
One of my favorite pictures from our family this year is of Victoria mesmerized by Jeremy and Erika's Christmas tree.
~OUR DECEMBER~
We started December by filling our house with Christmas cheer.
We had a pizza party to bribe everyone to come over and decorate our house on the Monday after we got home from our Grand Canyon reunion. I was surprised that everyone came! Hooray for pizza!
All of Rachel's family, including sons-in-law, and Thomas' and Mary's families all came and pitched right in. Rebecca's family was still in Gilbert after the reunion.
Mary found the ornament that I made many years ago for each child. It was the first of the homemade ornament tradition. I think all the other ones got broken.
Of course, the highlight of the evening was when we set out the trains. Dad put two trains on the table and one under the tree. All the boys...and even the girls...were fascinated...old and young alike.
Then, my favorite decoration: The Mary and Joseph and Baby Jesus that go on the lawn.
The next day was Alex's fake birthday. They were going to be gone to SLC on his birthday, so Mary told him that the 3rd was the 8th. You can get away with that until they are 6. He turned 5 this year and was glad it was his birthday no matter what day it was. They invited us for dinner and cherry cha cha.
One of Thomas' employees was in charge of decorating the Catholic Church for their festival of trees, and she asked him to help again. In the spirit of brotherhood, he prevailed upon Rachel to help him make it beautiful, borrowed my outdoor nativity, and set up a beautiful stage for the festival.
Afterward, they called us and asked us to join them for lunch. Here, Rachel is holding up the new menu. She photographed all the delicious food.
Our friend, John Wayne Lines, passed away and his funeral was on Thursday the 5th. Since that is our temple day, we just went to the viewing on Wednesday night. He and his wife Karen worked with us in the Temple until she became unable to do it any more. She also served as my Stake Young Women secretary for a while. They are the parents of Rachel's good friend Sherry Lines. Such good people.
On the 6th, Rebecca and Allison and her babies came to visit. It was a beautiful, warm day, so they were able to play outside on Grandpa's playground. They loved it, especially the roller coaster. In fact, when Rebecca and Scott sent them money for Christmas, they used it to buy an identical one for their house in Washington. They also liked seeing the trains whiz past each other on the table.

That night was our ward Christmas party. We had a very nice meal and a spiritual program. It is always good to see friends at a ward gathering. The lady in the pictures with Jenn and me is Mary Alice Claridge. See more in Thomas' section.
The 8th was the First Presidency Christmas Devotional which we watched from home in our recliners. But Mary and Tyson and their four oldest kids went to watch it in the Conference Center. This picture is one they took from their 3rd row seats! See more in Mary's section.
Isabel and Logan came over on the 9th to watch Logan's dad participate in the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas. It was a 10-day event and Isabel and Logan were there for 3 or 4 days. This is a picture that Isabel took of Matt Sherwood at home in Pima, practicing the team roping for the rodeo finals.
Tuesday the 10th of December was full of concerts and programs. Since we have kids in Safford and Thatcher, and since they don't consult with each other when they schedule their programs, we were double booked all day. Hyrum's band concert and Brianna's voice recital were at the same time. We tried to go to both of them, hoping that Hyrum's group would be first and we could still make it to Brianna's but the orchestra was first and then two other bands before Hyrum's 6th grade band played. We missed him altogether, but left his stuffed animal for Henry to give him. He plays the trumpet.
Brianna's voice recital was amazing! She sang so beautifully. If I weren't actually watching her, but just heard her, I would think she was a grown up woman with a mature, trained voice. She had such stage presence too. We were so proud of her. Carson also had a concert that night but we weren't able to go.
We were able to go to a couple of Thomas' basketball games this month, one of which was on the 11th. He's a very good player and I think their team is almost undefeated. I say almost because they lost to a team which they later beat.
Thursday the 12th was Alex's preschool program. It was a temple day, but early enough in the morning that I could make it. They acted out The Polar Express for their parents and grandparents. He, of course, was the cutest one. That night was Lindsay's program but we were in the Temple.

On the 13th, I got my early Christmas present, an electric recliner. I love it because it doesn't make noise when I put it up or put it down. So now I can sit in my chair if I can't sleep and not feel that I am waking up Dad each time I have to get up to go to the bathroom. I have been going into the family room so that I don't disturb him with my noisy chair. But this one is quiet.

On the 14th, we had a funeral for my dear friend, Doris Montierth. She and her husband, Gerald, are some of the first people to welcome us into the 5th ward when we moved from Safford and continued to be our friends throughout the years, often bringing us apricot pies and jams, which our kids loved as much as we did. As compassionate service leader, I was in charge of her funeral luncheon, and I was still nervous even though I had done one for her husband just two months before. But it went much smoother and I was happy to do it for her and her family.
On Sunday, the 14th, we spoke in the combined singles wards, including all of Safford, Thatcher and Pima Young Single Adults who were still in town for the Christmas break. It turned out to be a huge crowd. Rylie and Polly came, which made us very happy.
Thomas and Jenn invited us to dinner that day and we were so impressed with the progress he had made in his beautiful corner fireplace.
That night, Rebecca had to go to the ER. She had been sick with a cold, cough, fever and thought she was getting better, but took a turn for the worse on Sunday, so Scott insisted that she go to the hospital. They diagnosed her with pneumonia! Thankfully, she is better now, but it was scary for a while.

















































































































































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