Ancestral Histories!

Daniel Mark Burbank was born December 3, 1814 somewhere in the western part of New York. In his own record, he says, as far as it can be transcribed, (Dethy Co.) But no such County can be found in New York. He was the historian of the family and it is through his little leather-covered record book that I obtain the quite complete records of his father. For his younger days read the records of his father, Major Daniel Burbank. I start his record from his book, at the time his father died, while he was in Cincinnati, Ohio learning the trade of carpenter.

His record: so then in the year of 1833 late in the fall, I left my trade and came on down to the Ohio river to Shawneetown, Illinois then out to my two sister (meaning Sophia and Loisa Maulding who married the brothers, Ennis and William who lived in or near McLeansborough, Hamilton Do. Illinois). There I stayed until in the spring of 1834, when I left and went home to my sister Avelines, where my younger brother Augustus lived, in the town of Naples, then Morgan now Scott So., Illinois.

At the town of Naples I lived with my sister Aveline for some time. Her husband Orlando Kellogg being chosen as guardian for my younger brother Augustus. I entered into service with my brother on the farm for a while then went on a steam boat as Bar Keeper for my brother-in-law, Orlando Kellogg at $10.00 a month, then as Steersman until late in the summer then I left him and went for myself at $50.00 a month, so in this business continued as Pilot for some time mostly on the Illinois River, When in 31 December 1835 I was married to Lydia Vanblaricom, one mile south east of Naples. In this town I then moved and then continued to follow Piloting the river seeing my wife twice a week. My wages was from $100.00 to $125.00, yet some transient trips I get much more.

In 1836, my wife had the smallpox, and lost her child and came very near losing her own life. On 12 January 1838, my son Augustus Ripley was born and 8 months later, September 18 1838, my wife Lydia died leaving me with a small baby which my sister Margaret took to raise, but it soon pined away and died 28 Sept 1838, dying 10 days after its mother, aged 8m-16d.

I sold all out and continued Piloting the river until August 3 1839 at Naples was again married to Abigail King, widow of Elijah H. King of Boston, Mass. We lived at Naples until the spring of 1841, we went to Nauvoo, Illinois being about 90 miles west on the Mississippi River and on the eastern bank and in pr.,11, 1841 was baptized in the Mississippi by William Smith at the place called the Nauvoo House. Here in the North part of the City three blocks from the Temple, I lived until the fall of 1845, when I moved Northeast three miles to a farm.

Whilst living in Nauvoo, times was very hard for the Saints to live whilst building the temple our labors were great for we had to labor days and guard nights. There was many attempts made to burn the temple, sometimes by false brethren to kill the prophet, Joseph Smith—kidnap him and run him into Missouri and there hang, burn or otherwise destroy him. So many times we had to turn out and take the prophet away and fetch him home again. At one time while at Poppaw Grove on Rock River on a visit the Mob Sherriff and Possey took him and much maltreated him. Bro. Hiram Smith sent out Col. Charles Kitch,, Col. Steven Markam and others each with a party of horsemen—one to head toward the Mississippi and the other east to head toward the Illinois river while some 30 others went to by water o’board the steam-boat “Maid of Iwoa” This boat was commanded by Da. Jones, while the Possey was commanded by Feneral Jon C. Dunham; John Taylor, Chaplain; John Venhise, surgeon; Daniel Mark Burbank, Pilot and 1^st Sargent; George Langley, 2^nd Sargent; Thomas Briley, Steersman.

We started down the Mississippi then turned up the Illinois River. We soon found that there was a boat that had been manned out at St. Louis to receive Joseph and the mob at Ottawa, which is on the west side of the river at the mouth of Fox river, and run him into St. Louis then back into the country and there destroy him at their own pleasure. This boat had an armed force and two swivels on board. Her name was Chicago Bell, a very large and strong built boat with some hundred men well armed. When we got this news, we crowded all steam for the Bell was some 40 miles ahead. At the town or Bary, west bank, we had to stop and buy some bricks and mound up our back wall of our furnace, but this was soon done and we again was under way, crowding our little boat day and night until one morning about 3 o’clock we came in sight of the town of Pekin east bank.

When in about one and a half miles of Perkin, we saw a boat leaving the wharf running out across the river west for a small Island shoal or chute, which was the main passage and channel. In her rounding into the right into this channel, she caught fast on a sand bar and there she was fast and could not back off, so nearing her we found it to be the Bell. We stopped and hailed her with a speaking trumpet from the Pilot stand—if she would not let us pass. She wanted to know what boat we were. We told her. She then answered that she would not let us by. She then swung around with her stern in the willows and there made if fast. We then asked if she would not cast off her line and let us pass. They sore that they would not. At this time her decks was black with men. When the Spirit of God whispered to the Pilot (D. M. Burbank) which was at the wheel, to go around her through the brush or Island, so at this moment the Pilot rang the bell, sang out through the lower speaking trumpet to the engineer to put on the steam. On we went through the woods till we reached the main river above the Bell—so one we went and at the twilight in the morning we was at the town of Perry. Here we go news from the brothern that went by land, so on we went to Peru, a town on the West side, at the mouth of the canal. Here we got word again that our brothern by land had retaken Joseph and they were on their march for Nauvoo, and for us to return to Quincy, Ill. And wait there until further orders. So back we went passing the Bell again at Kimond Island on a place known as the Buckhorn wood-yard, lying to a wooding.

On to Quincy we went from this place on up to Nauvoo. Joseph was then undergoing his trial. He called to us to wait, we wanted to see us and in a little while he and brother Hiram came into our midst and they blessed us in the Name of the Lord and we again went to our homes. Then for a while we lived in peace will about the time that Joseph gave himself up to go to Carthage, being charged with treason against Government. This was only a sham, as he was always true and loyal. They only wanted to destroy him and this was the desire of the whole and entire Government, and then after the Governor Ford, promised him protection by their own men and while in prison they shot him and brother Hirum.

Daniel, Mark Burbank, JR. was born June 10 1846, Farmington Iowa. His father was enroute to the Great Salt Lake Valley and had stopped here to work for food and clothing, and it was while here that he was born in that rude fronties home with scarcely the necessaries of life. In the fall of the same year, his parents moved on again to a place called Old Agency, where they spent the winter. In the spring they moved to the Bluffs called Hanerville. The remained in this vicinity about five years always working and planning to go on west where the Saints were gathering. This was realized in 1952, when Daniel Jr. was 6 years old, they started west with the Saints for Salt Lake Valley.

As they were crossing the plains in the alkali desert of Wyoming, Cholera broke out among the company, and his Mother was among the first to die of the plague. She was hurriedly placed in a shallow grave, wrapped in a quilt for a coffin and covered over, burning a fire over the grave to keep the coyotes from digging up the body. He with his three sisters, one older and two younger, was left Motherless, but were fortunate in having a step-mother who gave to them a mother’s care. A few months later they arrived in Salt Lake Valley, and moved on south to Springville, in Utah County. In April 1853, they moved to the Fort, Grantsvilli. In 1860, Daniel Jr. crossed the plains again to assist others who were coming to Utah. When Daniel was 17 in June of 1863, the family moved to Brigham City, Boxelder Co., Utah.

On 20 April 1867, he married Sarah Adeline Lindsay at Salt Lake City, Utah. She was born November 6, 1852 in Pottawattaie Co., Iowa the daughter of Edwin Reuben & Tabitha (Craigun) Lindsay. He made his first home in Brigham City along with the first settlers there. Less than 4 years later, 2 Jan. 1871, he took a second wife, Mary Jane Lindsay, a sister of his first wife. They were also married at Salt Lake City, Utah. Both marriages were performed at the Endowment House, and as far as the writer knows, this is the first and only polygamist marriage in the Burbank family.

About the year 1874/75, he moved to Dewyville, Utah, again a pioneer to a new county. Here he lived for about 12 years helping to build up a new country. When the Government began hunting and persecuting those who had entered into plural marriage, he took his first wife and moved to Bear Lake County, Idaho, and settled at what was later called Bennington. After the persecution had quieted down his second wife and family were moved to Bennington. His home was built upon a hill near a spring of clear cold water. The town was built below him about two miles. Later he bought a lot in town and built a home there. He lived here until his death February 12 1931, age’s 84y-2m-2d, and was buried three days later at the same place, besides his two wives and others of the family who had gone before. His wife Sarah Adeline (Lindsay) Burbank died 16 November 1919, Bennington, Idaho and the other Mary Jane (Lindsay) Burbank died 5 January 1918, same place.

He was at one time a body guard of President Brigham Young. He did a great deal of missionary work among the Indians and learned their language almost as fluently as themselves. He was well acquainted with Brother Warner, the Indian. When living in Brigham City, he served as policeman for some time. He served in many capacities in the Church, especially in Sunday school as a ward teacher. His last days were spent doing Temple work for his departed ancestors. He did the men’s names himself and then when he couldn’t get the women’s names done any other way he would hire it done. He has the courage to do any work which came to him to be done.

My Personal History: Elementary through High School

My Personal History

                In my family history class, we are required to write a paper on a section of our life’s history.  I have decided to start with writing about my elementary school years and then progress up to my high school years because that is what I mostly remember.  I also think it would be a great charm to have in the later years of my life to go back and read.

 When I was six years old, I started kindergarten. I was so excited to start and be able to make new friends but also I was nervous. My teacher was Mrs. Hansen and I absolutely loved her. My kindergarten class started in the morning and ended just after lunch. I remember we would stand up every day and learn the pledge of allegiance and the importance of it. I also remember every day at recess we would get treats just before we started running to the playground. My favorite treats were the Oreo’s. About halfway through the year something happened to me that made my teacher very concerned about me. We were all out at recess just releasing our energy when all of a sudden these two boys, Holden Price and Cody Hess, were chasing me. I was running for my dear life and I couldn't figure out why they were chasing me! I eventually had to stop to catch my breath when all of a sudden they both came up and kissed me on the cheek! After that, I didn’t say a word to anyone because, after all, boys had cooties and what they did to me was a horrible thing. A few days later, Mrs. Hansen sent a note home to my mom asking to have me write a list of things I like about school and things I don’t necessarily like about it and then wrote that she was able to get me to talk and even smile a little bit. Looking back, I don’t remember being that mad about it, but obviously I was mad enough to make the teacher concerned.

 At 7 years old, I was able to attend 1^st grade which meant I went to school all day just like everybody else. I remember feeling pretty cool about being able to go to the elementary school and being there with all the older kids. My teacher was Mrs. Golsen and she was the best teacher ever! One thing I remember about Mrs. Golsen’s class was the teddy bear. Every weekend, a class member had the privilege of taking home the teddy bear and taking it on an “adventure.” I was so excited when it was time for me to take home the teddy bear. I took it with me to feed the calves every morning and tried so hard not to spill the milk on him. I also remember I would always bring Mrs. Golsen gifts every now and then simply because she was the nicest person I had ever met. She would always send notes home to my parents telling them how good of a student I was and how I was just such an angel.  1^st grade was probably one of my favorite years of school.

  Once I reached 8, I was able to advance to 2^nd grade where I had Mrs. Hawkes. I remember how much I loved her class and learning how to write. She was a super nice teacher but always made sure we were on our best behavior. I remember always hearing kids that were in Mrs. Hess’s class talk about how strict she was about writing and then I was thankful I had Mrs. Hawkes. But now looking back, Mrs. Hess is a great teacher and I absolutely would have loved her.

                In 2000, at 9 years old, I was able to have Ms. Hull for my 3^rd grade teacher. This year is really memorable to me for a few reasons. My first reason is my best friend Whitney Hunt was in the class with me and I was so excited. Ms. Hull even let us sit by each other sometimes, even though it always ended with a fail because we would get in trouble for talking. The second reason is we had to learn cursive and I absolutely hated it. Ms. Hull would always tell us how much we will always use it in high school and college so we needed to learn it very well. I can say now, I have not used it once since then (except to write my name) because technology has grown in education. For my third reason, this was the year 9/11 occurred. I just remember getting to class and Ms. Hull wasn’t there to start right on time like always. All of us kids were a little worried and a little happy that class was late. After about ten minutes, Ms. Hull came into the class room and turned on the television to show us what had happened. I don’t remember thinking it was a big deal but then again I wasn’t very old. All I remember is all of the teachers couldn’t get their eyes off the television and seemed really down all day. I will never forget the year of 2000.

                In 4^th grade, I had the privilege of being in the class of Mrs. Horsley. She was my most favorite teacher ever. Mrs. Horsley was the nicest teacher and always looked out for me. My favorite activity of this year was learning about baby chicks and ducks and being able to hatch them in class. It was such a fun experience learning how they are born and watching them form inside the egg. I got to take home 3 ducks and 2 chicks. We also, as a class, put on a rendezvous for the entire school and city. I remember having tee-pee’s everywhere around the playground with different activities in each of them. One of them we learned about gold nuggets and how they used to mine for them. 4^th grade was easily my favorite year of elementary simply because I had the best teacher ever.

                5^th grade was also a great year. My teacher was Mrs. Hannah; she was amazing. I honestly don’t remember a lot about 5^th grade except I had some kids from the stone school in my class and I thought that was pretty cool. Also, in 4^th and 5^th grade, I had the opportunity to be a peer tutor to the younger kids in the school. That was a great experience being able to help them with their readings and writings.

In elementary, they like to give out awards to students to make them feel accomplished and motivated to be a better student. Throughout my elementary years I was able to receive many awards including: the citizenship award (1999-2000), the presidents education award for outstanding academic achievement with a letter from the president of the United States, George Bush (2003-2004 and 2004-2005), the perfect attendance award (2001-2002 and 2003-2004), the excellent attendance award (2002-2003), the academic excellence award (2002-2003 and 2003-2004), the accelerated reader 100 point club award (2002-2003 and 2003-2004), and the accelerated reader MARS 250 point club award (2003-2004). In 2^nd grade, my grade also put on a Christmas pageant for the community. Out of my whole grade I was chosen to play Mary while Cody Hess was picked to play Joseph.  I was such an honor for me to be able to play Mary and get to hold the “baby Jesus.”

                I would write a lot about middle school but I honestly don’t remember a lot about it. My 6^th grade year started out great! I was the class secretary. Having 7 classes a day was a huge change for me to get used to though. I remember loving my math class and how easy it was. A few weeks into the school year I got really sick with bad stomach pains. There was no food or drink that I was able to keep down because I was throwing up so bad. It seemed like every weekend I was going to doctor appointments to get tests taken only to have them come back negative. I even had to have a scope with a camera on the end of it put down my throat to take pictures of my stomach. They found nothing. I even had to be hospitalized for a few days because I was so dehydrated from not eating or drinking anything for days. The day I got out of the hospital, my family got word that my great uncle Frank passed away in a four-wheeler accident. We attended his funeral and afterwards, I had to go downstairs for something. Of course, because I was so weak from being in the hospital for a few days, I fell down the stairs and hurt my ankle. Back to the hospital we went only to find out that I had fractured my foot and would be on crutches for a while with a cast. This was pretty much my whole 6^th grade year.

                In my 7^th grade year I was voted to be the class secretary again. I don’t remember doing a whole lot for it though. Like I mentioned before, I don’t remember a lot about middle school. In 8^th grade I was voted to be student body secretary. I also remember my 8^th grade year was the year my aunt Tonya and her family moved away from Malad. We were sad to see them go but Uncle Blaine got a job offer in Blackfoot that he couldn’t turn down. In both 7^th and 8^th grade I was able to start playing sports. I played both basketball and volleyball. I remember having early morning practice for basketball and I hated every minute of it.  But I enjoy playing sports and middle school was a great start to my sports career.

                When I started high school I was once again at the bottom of the totem pole. 9^th grade was a pretty good year for me. There isn’t much about 9^th grade that I remember but I was able to play volleyball, basketball, and softball. Volleyball was such a blast and I learned a lot. I remember breaking my nose at the end of the season when I slid into my teammate’s shin leaving a bruise. I had to wear a mask for the rest of the season and absolutely hated it. When softball season came around, I worked as hard as I could to get a varsity spot. I didn’t end up getting it because there were too many seniors that needed to get playing time, but I did get asked to play at district which was an honor because freshman usually don’t get to go. The day of our first district game, I broke my foot in P.E. on a big blow up obstacle course. My parents were in Reno, Nevada with my sister Tori at the time for National BPA for the week and I was home alone with my brother. The doctor in Malad x-rayed my foot and told me that I had just sprained my ankle really bad. So a few days later it was not better at all and actually getting worse. A friend of mine brought me to a foot specialist where we decided my tibia was chipped off and tore all my ligaments and tendons. I was in a cast and crutches for the next 3 months it seemed like and not able to play in district softball. That summer I taught swimming lessons at the swimming pool. The water therapy on my ankle miraculously healed and I was able to play volleyball that fall, my 10^th grade year.

I don’t remember much about the rest of my High School career except how we did in sports and what awards I received. In softball, my team placed first in the district all years except my senior year because we tied and had to flip a coin. At the state tournament in Lewiston, Idaho my 10^th grade year, we took second at place only losing by 1 point. My junior year we took 3^rd place at the Meridian, Idaho state tournament. My senior year, state was in Orofino, Idaho and unfortunately we didn’t place because our pitcher didn’t have the experience we needed to get us farther. It’s crazy how important a pitcher is in softball. I also lettered all four years in softball. I will never forget playing softball with my wonderful team and coach. Because of them, I learned how to play softball but more importantly I learned life lessons that will carry on with me throughout my life. I also played volleyball all four years but only lettered my senior year.

                

 Throughout my high school years, I was able to compete in BPA (Business Professionals of America). I participated for 3 years. My senior year (2011) I was able to be secretary of the club which meant I had a responsibility. I competed in desktop publishing and took 5^th at regionals my junior year. Through the years I also competed in basic office systems & procedures and placed 1^st at regionals; I also competed in advanced word processing skills and took 2^nd place at regionals; then went on to place 2^nd at state which allowed me to advance to nationals that took place at Disneyland.

                Some other awards I received were my food handlers license, my CNA license, and my CPR license. These licenses have and will continue to help me throughout my life. My junior year I received a certificate for being on the junior prom committee which was a lot of fun. My senior year I was voted to be student body historian which also meant I was on the student council. During homecoming, the student body voted me to be homecoming queen which was an honor. I didn’t really feel like I had deserved it, but it was a great blessing to know how many people looked up to me and also reminded me what kind of person I needed to continue to be. A few months later, I was voted again to be Mrs. Mirror. Again, I didn’t feel like I deserved it but felt blessed to know that so many students had looked up to me.

The Roots of Family History

In the article "The Roots of Family History", Elder D. Todd Christopherson starts off by telling us how much more easier and faster family history is for us today. We didn't always have the Internet and the speed it brings us to whatever we want. We should probably take advantage of this technology and do our family history work. He later on explains "it is vital that we maintain a firm doctrinal foundation in family history. Otherwise, we might focus only on tools and techniques and become simply hobbyists." Some people do their family history work, but don't really get into it. We must be led by the spirit so that we may learn more about our family and we also may be guided in the right direction. I love how he also states that the most important relationship we have to establish is the one between us and our heavenly father. He knows us best, and he will help us in our times of trouble. Heavenly Father has a great plan for us, but we will only be blessed with it as long as we keep his commandments.

Testimony!

Hey all! I have started a blog, not by choice, but for my Introduction to Family History class at BYU-Idaho. I am super excited for this class. I am first asked to share my testimony so here it goes :)

I know this church is so true. I am not sure where I would be without knowing this! I know Joseph Smith is a true prophet. I know that our Savior died for every one of us and that we will be able to live with him again. I know that if we keep the commandments we will be able to receive the blessings that God has in store for us. I know that Thomas S. Monsen is our prophet on this earth today and I know he won't lead us astray. I know that the scriptures we have are so true and they are here for us to read, learn, and understand more about this gospel. I love my family. They are so great! I absolutely love doing temple work, even though right now I can only do baptisms. I am thankful for the Rexburg temple and that it isn't even a mile away from where I am living. I am thankful for this opportunity I have to be here at BYU-Idaho and get the education that I have always wanted. Like I stated before, I am excited for this class and to be able to learn more about family history! :)