Tamma Durfee

(not a direct ancestor of mine, but the later wife of a direct ancestor)

Tamma DurfeeBIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION:

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FAMILY HISTORY

Following is a short biographical sketch of the lives of Albert Miner

and his wife Tamma Miner, (nee Durfee)

Albert Miner was the fourth child of Asel and Sylvia Monson Miner.

 

His parents were farmers and lived in the State of New York. In the

year 1815 when Albert was six years of ages his parents moved to New

London, Huron Co., Ohio. Here they lived for the balance of their lives

following the avocation of farming. They lived to a ripe old age, both

having died on the farm, and there buried side by side,

In August of the year 1851 Albert married Tamma Durfee, daughter

of Edmund and Dalancy Pickle Durfee, who lived near New London, During

this year Albert and his wife were for the first time greeted with the

sound of the Gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. In obedience

to the Divine mandate Tamma was baptized in December, but Albert did

not embrace the Gospel until February of the following year.

In May 1835 Albert and his wife moved to Kirtland, Lake Co., Ohio,

along with Brother Durfee and family who had also embraced the Gospel,

Here Albert and wife worked jointly together in tilling the soil and

in assisting each other in their daily work.

 

Tamma Durfee 2Albert and Tamma were faithful Church workers, and were constantly

in close communication with the Prophet Joseph Smith. They assisted

very materially in the building of the Kirtland Temple. They were

present when the First Quorum of the Twelve Apostles in this dispensation

were chosen and ordained. They also attended the dedication of

the Temple, Their narrations of the manifestations seen at the Temple

by the Prophet Joseph and Oliver Cowdry when Moses and Silas revealed

to them the keys of the gathering of Israel from the four parts of

the earth and the leading of the ten tribes from the land of the North,

and the committing of the dispensation of the Gospel of Abraham saying:

“that in us and our seed all generations after us should be blessed, etc.”

These and many other incidents which took place have been

powerful testimonies and guiding stars in the lives of their posterity.

 

It was about this time that Brother Miner was taken extremely sick

and his wife was under the necessity of procuring a sleigh in which

be was placed upon a bed. She got into the sleigh, holding her youngest

child upon her lap, and with an umbrella protected his head from

the bitter storm of snow and rain which prevailed at that time. Thus

they made their way back to New London, the home of his father.

 

The next fall they moved to Far West, Mo., and there shared in

all the persecutions the Saints were compelled to endure. Soon after

their arrival at Far West, they found themselves, and others, without

flour, and in rather a bad condition generally, for the mob had them

pretty well surrounded and were breathing threats of maltreatment. A

council was held by the Saints to decide who should go for some flour.

Albert was selected and when returning the mob captured him and took

him to their camp. After Albert explained that his family and others

had no bread to eat, he was permitted to deliver the flour under

guard sent by the mob to bring him back to their camp. Here he was

held as a prisoner until they broke camp, taking his best horse, and

leaving him with the other to get home with his wagon the best he

could.

 

Tamma Durfee 3Under the exterminating order of Gov. Boggs of Missouri, the

Saints were forced to move their families into Illinois. This was

in the fall of 1858 when winter weather was coming on and the Saints

poorly prepared for such harsh treatment. Brother Miner, being one

of the leading spirits among his brethren, was appointed as one of

the committee who signed a pledge that they would not move from Missouri

until every family of the Saints had been safely planted from

beyond the boundary lines of that State. While fleeing from Missouri

where they had suffered so much they crossed the Mississippi River

and located near the City of Quincey, Ill., A kind reception was

extended to the Saints by the people of Quincey and much aid was

given them, for their physical condition was verging on to starvation,

Here Bro. Miner and family remained for a few years, farming

and doing such work as was necessary for the comfort of his family.

 

In the year 1842 they moved to Nauvoo, settling on a tract of

land four miles east of the Temple site, and here they resided four

years. At intervals during this time Bro. Miner assisted in the

erection of the Nauvoo Temple, and therein he and his wife received

their endowments just prior to the atrocities heaped upon them and

the rest of the Saints, and their final expulsion from Nauvoo.

Prior to this Bro. Miner was one with others who assisted in

guarding the Prophet Joseph Smith, at the time he and his brother

Hyrum were martyred at Carthage.

 

In the fall of 1844 the mob, having renewed their energies,

though unjust and cruel they were, the Saints were in constant turmoil

and fearful of their lives, continued to gather around them

what little was left of their effects and ungathered crops. At this

time Bro. Durfee was permitted by a treaty between the mob and the

Leaders of the Church, to return and gather his grain. When the

grain was stacked the mob set. it on fire. Bro. Durfee in attempting

to put it out was shot by a man by the name of Snyder, who

did it to win a bet of two gallons of whiskey. Snyder boasted of

what he had done and it was told some years after to a missionary

traveling in that locality. Later, in a drunken row, Snyder was

shot and the wound never healed, he actually rotted alive, with the

stench so offensive that his friends forsook him, although he linger-

ed for months before he died. Durfee died a martyr for the cause

of Truths from the shot he received from Snyder.

 

The mob forces having about completed their depredations by

driving from the State of Illinois, all those who professed Mormonism

or were friendly Inclined toward them, continued their unlawful acts

until the Saints, finding themselves unprotected by the Governor and

State Officials, agreed to leave the State as soon as possible. Before

this time, however, some engagements took place, and Bro. Miner was

right to the front. He was placed on the mouth of the cannon to load it.

The number killed and wounded is not known. Edmund Durfee, Jr. a brother-in-law of Albert, was wounded In the ankle and was unable to walk.

After the Saints agreed to leave the State they were compelled to surrender their arms, with the understanding, that they would be returned later, but such was

not the case.

 

In the fall of 1846 Albert, with his family, Edmond Durfee and

his family, fourteen in number, and in one wagon owned by Albert,

left Nauvoo, crossing the Mississippi River, landing near Montrose,

Iowa. where they remained for a short time only, then they left for

Iowaville, where they resided until 1848. While enroute to Iowaville,

(This has also been spelled Iowavale ) on Oct, 5th, 1846, Bro. and

Sister Miner were deeply grieved in the loss by death of their seven

months old baby girl Melissa. The child was buried on the banks of

the Des Moines River, under a big cottonwood tree.

 

Montrose, as mentioned above, is where the Saints camp was

filled with innumerable flocks of Quail, sent as it were from heaven,

and so tame that they were caught very easily and prepared for food

and thus the feeling of hunger was relieved by this miraculous occurrence.

At this point in the life of this family. Sister Miner went through the

most heart-rending trial yet allotted to her, in the loss by death of her earthly protector, her husband. Brother Albert Miner died January 5, 1848,

leaving her with but little means, and a family of seven children,

the oldest of whom was fourteen years. Undaunted and full of faith

in the Gospel of Christ, Sister Miner continued on in the work of the Lord.

She paid off the $90.00 funeral expenses of her husband and in the month of May moved her family to Council Bluffs, Iowa. Many trying scenes did this family pass through, one after the other, as such was the case with the Saints in general. In the Spring of 1847 when the Saints began that wonderful pilgrimage to the valley of the fountains, under the Leadership of Brigham Young,

Sister Miner, having a firm testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel, and a great desire burning within her soul to go where the Saints were once again gathering. She began at once making preparations for that thousand mile journey.

 

In June of 1850, Sister Miner, having in readiness all her earthly possessions, which consisted of two yoke of oxen, and two yoke of cows, with one wagon, supplied with a limited amount of provisions, and the same of clothing, bid

goodbye to her brother Edmond, friends and all relatives, and with her family, started on this long journey.

 

In her comparative helpless condition she wended her way westward In

Wm. Snow’s company of 100 until in October of the same year she arrived

in Salt Lake City, Utah. The journey was not made, however,

without some trying experiences, and only those who passed through

those trying times, can give an Inkling of the feelings of joy and sorrow

that took possession of their souls while pressing on for the

cause of Truth.

 

Shortly after the arrival of Sister Miner and her family In Salt Lake City,

she met and married Brother Enos Curtis. The family then moved on

a farm owned by Lorenzo Snow on the Jordan River west of

Union Fort. During the winter they made chairs for a livelihood.,

Here the cruel hand of death robbed her of her oldest son Orson and

be was buried on a knoll near the home where they were living. Soon

after the death of Orson, which occurred March 5th 1851, the family

moved to Springville where Sister Tamma enjoyed her long sought rest.

 

In 1855 she lost her second husband. From this marriage she

had four children, two of which were twins. In Springville Sister

Miner, as stated above, spent the remainder of her life in peace

and happiness, and had the privilege of seeing her family grow up

in comparative peace, and prosper in land.

 

January 30, 1885 Sister Tamma passed this life at the age of

71 years, 10 months, and 24 days, leaving nine children, 75

grandchildren and 17 great grandchildren. besides a vast circle of

friends to mourn her loss. By a life of virtue and unflinching

integrity, as well as by her many excellent traits of character,

she had endeared herself to all. She died as she had lived, in full

faith of a glorious resurrection. The funeral services were held

at the old meeting house in Springville, Monday Feb. 2nd, l885.

 

At this writing November 19, l913, Mormon and Moroni Miner are

the only children living of Albert and Tamma Durfee Miner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

” A MEMORIAL “

 

Written by Tamma Miner March 15, 1880 in Springville, Utah.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY of Tamma Durfee Miner. Written for the Relief Society

and filed in the Jubilee Box in 1880, and opened in May 1950 by officers

of Utah Stake Relief Society. It was handed to Frances Carter Knight,

daughter of Polly Miner Carter, The history has Since been resealed

in a box to be opened again in another fifty years.

 

My father’s name was Edmond Durfee. He was born in Rhode Island

Oct, 5, 1788. Father was of Irish descent I think. Mother was born

June 6, 1788 of Dutch descent. Her name was Lanna Pickle, Her father

and mother from Holland, I think High Dutch.

 

I was born in the State of New York, Madison County, Town of Lenox,

June 6, 1815, and we lived there until I was about nine years old and

then we moved to Oswego County, Town of Amboy, in a new County.

Father bought some land, built him a house, made a small farm, and

worked at his trade that was mostly carpenter and millwright. We lived

there till the first of June 1850, and then bought more land. There were

lots of maple trees on it and we made lots of maple sugar. Then father

wanted to go west, so he sold his sugar bush and farm and everything and

started for the State of Ohio. We went through Camden Village to the Canal,

went on the Canal to Buffalo, went across Lake Superior and landed at

Portland, From there we went to Huron County, Township of Buggies.

Father bought some land and went to work to make a home and the next

winder, in 1851, we heard about the Mormons, and the gold Bible. The

next spring, Solomon Hancock came along preaching about Joseph Smith,

said that the Lord and the Angel Moroni had revealed them to him.

Solomon Hancock came and joined in with us, the Methodists, and the

Campbellites, and he would preach in our meeting house. We would go

to hear him and were all astonished for it was so much different from

what it had been reported. This was sometime in April 1851, and my

father Edmond Durfee was baptized about the middle of May, and my

mother and sister Martha and brother Edmond were baptized about the

first of June by Solomon Hancock. I believed it the first time I

heard him preach it and told us the Book of Mormon was true,

I was a Mormon in belief but was not baptized till Dec. 1851 and

will tell you the reason I was not baptized. I was keeping company

with a good young man, as I thought, and I was told he said he would

not have a Mormon wife, so I waited till after I Was married I went

to the Mormon meetings and sometimes to the Methodist till the ninth

of August 1851, when I was married to Albert Miner. Afterwards we

got along first rate and we went to meetings sometimes to one place

and sometimes to the Mormons till Dec, 1851 when my father was going

on a Mission to the State of New York, and he baptized me before going

on his mission.

 

Albert’s mother, brothers and sisters, had a great deal to say about the

Mormons as they did not believe In the Book of Mormon, but

he told them that “The more they had to say, the sooner he would be

baptized.” He waited till the first of February 1832 when they cut

a hole in the ice and baptized him.

 

My oldest daughter Polly was born on May 1, 1832. My father

gathered some of his Carpenter tools and see grain and farming tools

and in company with others he started for Jackson County, Missouri.

He left on the first of February 1832 to build a place for all his

family to go to and he came back the 20th of May. Then he went back

to The States on a short mission and came home in the fall of 1832.

He sold his farm and all his possessions and started for Kirtland,

Ohio on the first of May 1833. The Lord said he would keep a stronghold

for five years in Kirtland. We bought a farm, built us some houses and prepared to live.

 

I was here on the fourth of July when they wanted twenty-four

Elders to lay the corner stone to the Kirtland Temple, and they ordained

George A. Smith and Don Smith to make the 24, six to each corner,

and my husband Albert Miner helped to haul stone every Saturday for a

long time to build the Temple. My oldest boy was born Oct. 22, 1855.

We named him Orson. The next Spring the most of the Elders were called

to volunteer to go and redeem Jackson County, Albert told Mr.

Dennis Lake he would draw cuts to see which would go or which would

take care of the families. Dennis Lake went with the Company to redeem Jackson County and when he got back he apostatized and sued Joseph

Smith for three month’s work, $60.00. Brigham and a man with him,

came to our house and asked him for his license and he refused to

give it to them. Brigham Young said: “It made no difference. They

could publish him and he told Albert Miner that he would receive his

blessing.” This was in the fall of 1834.

On the 4th day of June 1835. I had a son born, called his name

Moroni, and Joseph Smith blessed him and said: “he should be as great

as Moroni of old and the people would flee unto him and call him

blessed.” They were still building the Temple. There were some of

the brethren who came from a distance and stayed until the next Spring.

Some stayed with us and received their endowments and were there to

the dedication of the Temple in March 1836. After that a good many

began to apostatize and broke up the Kirtland Bank, I had a girl born

June 18, 1836. We called her name Silva. A great many things transpired

that I haven’t time to write, and so long ago that I can’t place them,

Land came up and sold for a large sum of money and they had a

great speculation and a great many left the Church of Latter-day Saints.

I had a boy born Sept. 26, 1837, called him Mormon, In the Spring

of 1837 my father sold his farm and all he possessed and started for

Caldwell County, Iowa. and we stayed that summer and fall. Those that

left the Mormons grew worse till Joseph and Sidney and Father Smith

had to leave in January in the middle of the winter. That fall Albert

had a very bad sick spell. The last of January he got some better so

he could ride in a sleigh on a bed and I held the umbrella over him

and with two children on my lap, we went 80 miles from Kirtland to

Hurin Co, New London, where Albert’s folks lived. The four days on

the road had been pleasant and warm but it turned fearfully cold winter

weather. Albert got better and we stayed there until May.

 

Albert went back to Kirtland and sold his farm, put some of his

means in to help the Kirtland Camp, and with the balance, Albert Miner,

wife and children, started for Missouri far west, about the middle of

June 1838, bidding his mother, brothers and sisters, all farewell for

the Gospel’s sake. His father died 1829. We traveled until we got

short of means and then we stopped and worked till we got some more

money and then went back to the camp to pay them a visit and then we

went on to Missouri and got to Dewit the last of August, The children

were all sick and I had been so sick that I could not walk, and Albert

had been so sick that he could not harness his team nor take care of

It, but he soon got better. We stayed one week In Dewit and then we

started for Far west all alone. We got to my father’s about the first

of September, The children were all sick but father said they would

get better and they did so in a few days, all but Silva, who got worse

and died about the first of October, 1838.

 

The mob gathered and killed a number at Hans Mill and gathered

and drove ail the Mormons from Adam Diamon to Far west; then not being

satisfied, the whole State, with the Governor at their head, gathered

by the thousands to drive them from Far west. They wanted Joseph Smith

and Sidney Rigdon, our leaders, and the Twelve, and all they could get

and put them in prison, and they got many. Some were bailed out,

Others had to stay and take up with such fare as they could get. They

were even given human flesh to eat, but Joseph told them “not to eat

It, for the Spirit of the Lord told them, through him, that it was

human flesh.” Thus we were plundered, smitten and driven and our lives

threatened, and we were ill-treated on every side by our enemies.

enemies to the truths of heaven. They would come one to five hundred,

right to our houses, and nobody around but women and little children.

They would take our men prisoners without any cause whatever, only

because they were Mormons and believed in the truths of the Gospel.

They wanted to know if we had any guns or pistols or ammunition or

butcher knives and all such things. No one can describe the feelings

of the Saints and what they passed through. No tongue can tell, only

those that experienced it and was an eye witness, when they came to

our homes in this kind of way.

 

Those men that were at liberty and had teams, had to help others

to the Mississippi river and then go back after their own families.-

Father’s folks had lived there one year. He left in 1857, and Albert

Miner and wife and five children got to Missouri the first of Sept.

1838 and lived on what they called Log Creek, six miles from Far west.

I was there when they killed David Patten, when they took lots of

prisoners, and when the saints had to lay down their arms for their

enemies.

 

Mr. Miner was one who had to take a load to the Mississippi

River so we did not get away until the first of April 1839. We had

witnessed a good many leaving in the cold and dreary winter. We

crossed over to Quincy, went up the river to the place called Lima,

prepared to live there a short time. But the devil wasn’t dead yet.

In a short time there were some who would go to Lima and get drunk,

and come back swearing and tearing enough to frighten men, let alon®

women and children. I told Mr. Miner that I did not like to live there.

I did not like to see those drunkards and hear them swear.

 

While at Lima I had a girl born January 12, 1840 and we called

her Matilda. We stayed there until one year from the next September.

We got along the best we could, every fall and Spring go thirty miles

to Conference and then on the Fourth of July to training. I had a

boy born Sept. 7, 1841. We called him Alma L. The next Spring we

sold out and my husband bought a place four miles east of the Temple

in Nauvoo and we lived there where we could go to meeting and back

at night. I had a boy born June 12, 1843 and we called him Don C.

Miner. We were there in 1844 when Joseph and Hyrum were martyred.

I went and saw them after their deaths and when they were brought

back to their home. I had been acquainted with them for 12 years.

I had heard them both preach In May. I had heard them talk to the

Saints a great many times. I once heard the Prophet Joseph talk to

a congregation for five hours and no one was tired. This was in

Kirtland before they built the first Temple. A great many incidents

I had passed through but have not time to name them all. we still

lived in Nauvoo.

 

The Nauvoo Temple was completed, then the mobs became violent

again. They threatened and told around how they would kill and drive

the Mormons out. They did kill several and drove them from Lima.

They shot my father Edmond Durfee and killed him Instantly on November

19,1845. He who had never done them any harm in his life, but on

the contrary, had always taught them good principles of truth and

uprightness and greatness and morality and industry, all the days of

his life. But before this they drove them all out of Father Morley’s

settlement, turned their sick ones out, drove them all out to live or

die, rolled my brother Nephi up in a bed and threw it out doors when

he was sick, went to the Oat stack, got two bundles of oats, put a

brand of fire on them, and threw them on top of the house and said

they would be back next morning. Father was trying to move some

place and they came back and shot their guns and ran them all off.

They plundered, made fires, burned houses, furniture and clothing,

and looms, yarn, cloth and carpenter tools. The iron from the tools

they picked up and filled barrels. Everything all burned to ashes,

and the mob went from house to house driving them out, sick or well,

it made no difference, until they burnt every house in town, that was

owned by the Mormons.

 

The men from Nauvoo got their teams and started for Lima. They

traveled all night and day to get the families that had been turned

out doors. My husband was one that traveled all night and he got ^

sick, took a chill, and was very sick for a long time. The mob said

they could come back and gather their crops, and when they were very

near done, they decided to stay over Sunday. When it got dark Saturday

night, they built a fire close by the barn and stables. The Mormons thought

they meant to burn their horses, and the men ran out to stop the fire.

The mob stood back in the timber and our men got between them and the fire, and they shot off about a dozen guns but my father was the only one killed.

 

They built a fire in different places. One fire they built in a corn crib where the shucks were very dry. The fire burned a little and then went out, so you see they could not go any farther than the Lord would let them. This was in the fall of1845 and they still kept gathering and threatening all the fall and winter. The Saints worked hard all winter. In the Temple they gave endowments and sealed others,

They worked at repairing and building wagons, getting ready to leave

Some of them left before the ice broke up in the river and the rest soon after.

 

A little over one year before, my husband had his farm bought

from under him, by a man by the name of Ephraim S. Green, with all he

had worked and done and paid on it and was turned out doors with a

family of little children, so he rented one year and turned out one

span of horses and bought piece of land in order to make another

home.

 

On March 5, 1846, I had a girl born, called her Melissa. We

remained there for a time. The mob gathered every little while and

threatened all the time how they would drive out the Mormons. At

last a great many left, not knowing where they were going, to hunt a

place in the wilderness among the savages and wild beasts, over the

desert beyond the Rocky Mountains, where white men had never lived,,

In the Spring the mob began to get together once a week and threaten

to drive what was left. The first of May we moved to town, sold our

place for a yoke of cattle and wagon, thinking to start in two or

three weeks, but the mob gathered every week, right on the public

square close by the house. The Mormons told them they would go as

fast as they could get ready and get teams to go with. It was mostly

women and children that were there and they did not want any more of

the men to leave for fear of what might happen, so we stayed, and my

oldest brother was with us, and family. Albert Miner was born in the state

of New York, Jefferson County, March 31, 1809. His fathers name was

Asel Miner, His mothers name was Sylvia Monson.

 

At last the mob gathered in full and reports came that they were

camped outside the town about a mile, about 2,000 of them. One

afternoon they started to come in to town, cross-lots. There were only

fifty of our men to go out to meet them, but they drove them back

that night . In the morning at 2 o’clock, it was moonlight, and the

Mormons went and fired right in their camp. They fired guns and

cannon on both sides until 2 o’clock in the afternoon. They killed

three Mormon men. One was named Anderson, and he and his son were

both killed by one cannon ball. One man was killed by a cannon ball

while he was in the Blacksmith shop. Three men were slightly wounded,

My brother was wounded between the cords of his heel, by a gun. There

were only fifty of the Mormons against 2,000 of them. In the mob, ten

of them had to be on guard, two on top of the Temple with spy glasses.

They went into Law’s corn field and there they had their battle. They

were seen to fill three wagons with the wounded and dead. And the

next morning a woman stood in the second story of a house and saw the

mob put seventy-six bodies in calico slips with a draw string around

the neck and feet, before they left for home.

 

The Mormon women rolled the cannon balls up in their aprons,

took them to our boys, and they would put them in the cannon and would

shoot them back again when they were hot. It was a fearful time,

I could have crossed the river but I would not leave my husband. In

about two days they had to surrender, lay down their arms, I saw the

mob, all dressed in black, ride two by two on horseback. It looked

frightful. They said there was about 2,000 of them around the Temple

in Nauvoo.

 

The men had to ferry the boat over five times for each family,,

My husband had to ferry it over ten times, five for my brother that

got wounded, and five for us. We got over and stayed there two weeks.

We slept on the ground, waiting for help. There were fourteen of

us to one wagon. My baby got sick, but we started and in three days

my baby died on the first of October 1846. We traveled on one day

and the next morning we burled her. She was seven months old. Her

name was Melissa Miner. We went on three days and came to lowaville.

We stayed there through the winder and there my husband worked at

hauling and running a ferry boat.

 

When my baby died I took sick and never sat up only to have my

bed made, for nine months. My husband thought of moving to the Bluffs

but a good many came back to get work, so he cut and put up some hay

for his stock and then said he would go back to Ohio to see all of

his folks. He started afoot to the Mississippi River all alone,

short of means. He went two or three miles when he looked down on

the ground and right there before him was about $5.00 In silver. He

went on and found his folks all well, but no one believed in the Gospel.

All opposed him. He was gone ten weeks. He came home very unwell,

and being gone so long, he was homesick and tired, and had walked in

the rain all day.

 

Polly, my oldest girl, who was fourteen years old, took care of

the family of nine and waited on me while I was sick and while her

father was gone, Not feeling very well when he came home, he thought

he would feel better after he got rested but he grew worse. He would

try to work a half a day and go to bed the other half. He came home

about May 17,1847. He would be first better then worse till at last

he dropped off very suddenly.

 

That was a hard blow for we thought that he was getting better.

I and the children thought a better man never lived, a kind, good

natured disposition, free-hearted, industrious. He won many friends

and was a genius at doing anything he saw any one else do. Alma and

the little boys said: “Which way shall we go. We will not know the way.”

They thought their father was so perfect that he could not do anything

wrong and that he knew everything.

 

Albert Miner was born in the State of New York, March thirty first,

1809, Jefferson County. His father’s name was Asel Miner, His mother’s

name was Sylvia Monson.

 

Polly and Orson were the oldest, they bad to take the lead and go

ahead and plan. His folks had offered him everything if he would

stay with them and not go with the Mormons, but the Gospel and the

truth of the Book of Mormon and the Holy Priesthood was all that he

wanted, Polly was a true and faithful girl to her mother and all the

children. Albert, my husband, died Jan, 3, 1848. He had been so

very anxious to go to the Bluffs and keep up with the Church, so myself

and children went to work and got things together and the next July

1846 came to Council Bluffs. We stayed there about two years. We

worked and got things together to come to the valleys.

 

I and my five boys and two girls started, with one hundred wagons

June 10, 1850, We traveled across the plains with ox teams. We had

many a hard struggle although we got along much better than we had

anticipated. The first of September we landed in Salt Lake without

any home or any one to hunt us one. We ware very lonesome indeed. We

stayed with father and mother Wilcox two weeks, when Enos Curtis came

along and said he would furnish me and the children a home. That was

what we needed for it was coming winter. We were married October 30,

1850. We lived on the Jordan the first winter and I and my children

all had the irricipliss in the throat and my oldest boy died with it

on March 5, l851. He had driven the team across the plains for me

and he was as kind and good natured a boy as ever lived.

The next April we moved to Springville, got a farm and a place

to build. We got along first rate. We had gone into the wilderness

trying to build up the Kingdom. On October l8th. 185l. I had a girl

born and called her Clarissa Curtis, We lived there and the boys grew

up and Mr. Enos Curtis, my husband, his boy, and mine, all worked

together, raised wheat and grain and stock-paid their tithing. I had a

girl born February 25, 1855. We called her Belinda Curtis. The next

Spring Enos Curtis went to Iron County with Brigham Young and Company.

When they got back they made a party for the company, June 12, 1854.

One year from that day I bad a pair of twin girls naming one Adelia

and one Amelia Curtis.

The next Spring my husband was complaining of not being very well.

But he kept on working for awhile till at last he gave up. After awhile

he began to take something and thought he was better, then he

got worse, lived till the first day of June 1856, when he passed away,

just like going to sleep without a struggle or a groan. His children

were all with him but two, one of his boys was on a Mission in England,

Myself and four boys were left to keep house, and three little girls.

One boy was twenty years old, the other fourteen, and the other twelve,

One was seventeen. We still lived in Springville City, farmed and raised our wheat and stock and paid our tithing, I raised the little girls, all but one.

She took sick and died before her father. She was Adelia, one of the

twins.

 

In 1857 I married John Curtis at April Conference and I had a

girl born Jan. 16, 1858, calling her Mariette Curtis. I had five

boys and four girls by Albert Miner, and I had four girls by Enos

Curtis, and I had one girl by John Curtis. I had fifty-eight grand

children and 11 great-grand-children. I had fourteen children in all

and they are all very good and kind to me.

Albert Miner was Joseph Smith’s life-guard in Kirtland, My

brother was also, but he left the Church. In those days there

was but a handful in comparison to what there is now.

 

I have passed through all the hardships and drivings and burnings a

and mobbings and threatenings and have been with the Saints in all

their persecutions from Huron Co., to Kirtland, and from Kirtland to

Missouri and back to Illinois. For want of time I have passed over

some things of importance. I hope my children will appreciate these

few lines for I do feel highly honored to be numbered with the Latter day

Saints and I pray that our children will all prove faithful, that they may

receive a great reward.

 

This from Tamma Miner and Albert Miner and Tamma Miner and Enos

Curtis.

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“January 50s 1885, Tamma Durfee Miner passed this life at the

age of 71 years, 10 months, 24 days, leaving 9 children, 75 grand-

children, 17 great-grand children, besides a vast circle of friends to

mourn her loss. She died at the home of her daughter Polly Miner

Garter in Provo, Utah, who had cared for her in her declining years.

By a life of virtue and unflinching integrity, as well as by her many

excellent traits of character, she had endeared herself to all.

She lived and died in full faith of the Gospel and the glorious

resurrection.

 

The funeral was held in “The Old White Meeting House” in the

town of Springville, Utah, Monday February 2, 1885. She was buried

in Springville City Cemetery.

 

Sketch by Joseph W. Nobel, Son-in-law.

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Tamma Durfee

Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.320 The following is taken from the autobiography of Tamma Durfee: "My father’s name was Edmond Durfee. He was born in Rhode Island October 3, 1788. My mother was born June 6, 1788. Her name was Lanna Pickle. I was born in the State of New York, Madison county, town of Lenos, March 6, 1813 and lived there until I was nine years old and th n we moved to Oswego county. Father bought some land, built a house, made a small farm and worked at his trade that was mostly carpenter and millwright. We lived there until the 1st of June, 1820 and bought more land. There were many maple trees on it and we made lots of maple sugar. Then father wanted to go west so he sold out and started for Ohio … We went to Huron county and went to work to make a home and the next winter, 1831 we heard about the Mormons and the gold Bible. The next spring Solomon Hancock came in and joined with us, the Methodists and Campbellites and he would preach in our meeting. This was some time in April, 1831, and my father Edmond Durfee was baptized about the middle of May. My mother and sister Martha and brother Edmond were baptized about the first of June by Solomon Hancock. Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2,p.320 "I was a Mormon in belief but was not baptized until December, 1831, and will tell you the reason I was not baptized. I was keeping company with a good young man, as I thought, and I was told he said he would not have a Mormon wife; so I waited until after I was married. I went to Mormon meetings and sometimes to the Methodist ’till the ninth of August 1831, when I was married to Albert Miner. Afterwards we got along first rate and we went to meetings sometimes to one place and sometimes to the Mormons, ’till December, 1831, when my father was going on a mission to the State of New York and he baptized me before going. Albert was baptized the first of February, 1832. Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.320 "My oldest daughter Polly was born May 1, 1832. Father sold his farm and all his possessions and started for Kirtland, Ohio on the first of May, 1833. We bought a farm and built us some houses and prepared to live there. My husband helped to haul stone every Saturday for a long time to build the temple. My oldest boy was born October 22, 1833. We named him Orson. On the 4th day o f June 1835, I had a son born. We called him Moroni and Joseph [p.321] Smith blessed him. They were still building the temple. I had a girl born June 18, 1836. We called her Silva. I ha d a boy born September 26, 1837 whom we called Mormon … That fall (1837) Albert had a sick spell. The last of January he got some better so he could ride in a sleigh on a bed and I held the umbrella over him and, with two children on my lap, we went 80 miles from Kirtland to Huron county , New London, where Albert’s folks lived. Albert got better and we stayed there until May. Albert went back to Kirtland and sold his farm. We started for Far West about the middle of June 1838. Silva died about the first of October, 1838…. " Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.32 1 Albert Miner, wife and five children got to Missouri the first of September 1838 and lived on Log Creek, six miles from Far West, but due to further persecutions they crossed over to Quincy and went up the river to a place called Lima. The story continues:" While at Lima I had a girl born January 12, 1840 and we called her Matilda. We stayed there one year from the next September and got along the best we could. I had a boy born September 7, 1841 and called him Alva L. The next spring we sold out and my husband bought a place four miles east of the temple in Nauvoo … we lived there where we could go to meeting and back at night. I had a boy born June 12, 1843. We called him Don C. We were there in 1844 when Joseph and Hyrum were martyred. The Nauvoo Temple was completed, then the mobs became violent again. They did kill several and drive them from Lima. They shot my father Edmond Durfee and killed him instantly on the night of November 19, 1845 … The men from Nauvoo got their teams and started for Lima. They traveled all night and day to get the families that had been turned out-of-doors. My husband was one that traveled all night and day to g et the families that had bee n turned out of doors. He took a chill and was sick a long time . Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2 ,p.321 "On March 5, 1846 I had a girl born and called her Melissa. The mob gathered every little while and threatened all the time how they would drive out the Mormons. At last a great many left, not knowing where they were going to hunt a place in the wilderness beyond the Rocky mountains. The first of May we moved to town, sold our place for a yoke of cattle and a wagon thinking to start on in two or three weeks, but the mob gathered every week right on the public Square close by our house…." Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.321 During the time of the exodus from Nauvoo, Melissa Miner died at the age of seven months. The Miners then went on to Iowaville where they stayed through the winter and where Albert found work hauling and running a ferry boat. Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2 , p.321 "When my baby died I took sick and never sat up only to have my bed made for nine months. My husband thought of moving to the Bluffs but a good many came back to get work so he cut and put up some hay for his stock and then said he would go back to Ohio to see all hi s folks. He started afoot to the Mississippi River [p.322] alone, short of means … He was gone ten weeks … He came home very unwell and being gone so long he was homesick and tired and had walked in the rain all day. Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.322 "Polly was now fourteen years old and took care of the family of nine and waited on me while I was sick and while her father was gone. Not feeling very well when he came home he thought he would feel better after he got rested but he grew worse. He would try to work a half a day and go to bed the other half. He came home about May 17, 1847. He would be first better then worse till at last he dropped off very suddenly. That was a hard blow for we thought he was getting better. I, and the children, thought a better man never lived, a kind good-natured, free hearted, industrious man. He won friends and was a genius at doing anything he saw anyone else do. Alma, and the little boys said, "which way shall we go? We will not know the way." Albert was born in New York March 31, 1809 in Jefferson county. His father’s name was Azel Miner. His mother’s name, Sylvia Monson. Our Pioneer Heritage , Vol. 2, p.322 "As Polly and Orson were the oldest, they had to take the lead and go ahead a nd plan. Albert, my husband, die d January 3, 1848.He had been so anxious to go to the Bluff s and keep up with the Church, so my children and myself went to work and got things together and the next July, 1848, came to Council Bluffs. We stayed there two years and got things together to come to the valley. Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.322"I, and my five boys and two girls, started with one hundred wagons June 10, 1850. We traveled across the plains with ox teams. We had many a hard struggle although we got along much better than we had anticipated. The first of September we landed in Salt Lake without any home or any one to hunt us one. We were very lonesome indeed. We stayed with Father and Mother Wilcox two weeks, when Enos Curtis came along and said he would furnish me and the children a home. That was what we needed for it was coming winter. We were married October 20, 1850. We lived on the Jordan the first winter and I, and my children, all had the erysipelas in the throat and my oldest boy, Orson, died with it on March 5, 1851. He had driven the team across the plains for me and he was as kind and good natured a boy as ever lived. Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.322 "The next April we moved to Springville, got a farm and a place to build. We got along first rate. We had gone into the wilderness trying to build up the Kingdom. On October 18, 1851, I had a girl born and called her Clarissa Curtis. We lived there and the boys grew up and Enos Curtis, my husband, his boys and mine all worked together raising wheat and grain and the stock paid their tithing. I had a girl born February23, 1853. We called her Belinda Curtis. The next spring Enos went to Iron county with Brigham Young and company…In 1855 I had a pair of twin girls naming one Adelia and one Amelia. Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.322 "The next spring my husband complained of not feeling well but kept on working for awhile till at last he gave up. After a [p.323] time he began to take something and thought he was better, then he got worse. He lived until the first day of June, 1856, when he passed away just like going to sleep. Myself, and four boys and three little girls, were left to keep house. We still lived in Springville City, farmed and raised our wheat and stock and paid our tithing. I raised the little girls all but one. She took sick and died before her father died. She was Adelia, one of the twins. Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.323 "In 1857 I married John Curtis at April conference and I had a girl born January16, 1858, calling her Marriette, I had five boys and four girls by Albert Miner, four girls by Enos Curtis and one Girl by John Curtis. Belinda Curtis died November 17, 1873. We still lived in Springville. Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol.2, p.3 2 3 "I have passed through all the hardships and drivings and burnings and mobbings and threatenings and have been with the Saints in all their persecutions from Huron county to Kirtland and from Kirtland to Missouri back to Illinois and then across the desert. I write this that my children may have a little idea of what their parents passed through. I

hope my children will appreciate these lines for I do feel highly honored to be numbered with the Latter- day Saints…." Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 2, p.323 On January 30, 1885, Tamma Durfee Miner pass ed away at the age of nearly seventy-two years leaving a large posterity. By a life of virtue And unflinching integrity she had endeared herself to all. -Jos. W. Nobel integrity she had endeared herself to all. -Jos. W. Nobel

Tamma Durfee, Other

“Moroni Miner – 100 Years

…His mother (Tamma Durfee) was baptized and became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. The Durfee family moved to Ohio where she met Albert, who lived in New London, and they were married August 9, 1831. This young couple later moved to Kirtland, Ohio, where Mr. Miner helped build the Kirtland Temple, the dedication of which the young couple attended.

In August, 1838, the Miners, in company with Mrs. Miner’s parents, Edmund and Delaney Pickle Durfee, moved to Nauvoo, Illinois, where together they purchased farm land about one and one-half miles east of the city. They became very successful and prosperous farmers. Edmund Durfee built large barns and planted one of the first orchards in that locality. At harvest time, in 1845, Edmund Durfee’s large stacks of hay and grain were set afire by the mob who harassed the Saints. Mr. Durfee ran from his house to try to protect his property and was shot and killed instantly. About February, 1846, the two families, now consisting of fourteen members, were forced by the mob to leave their homes and all of their possessions. They, along with many other Saints, gathered on the banks of the Mississippi River at the two places wehre crossings could be made. Albert Miner ferried across the river ten times carrying passengers. Moroni, age twelve at the time, and his brother, Mormon, age nine, drove the cattle to another crossing. Night came and the boys slept in a stack of straw; it was late afternoon of the following day before their parents found them.

The family moved on with the saints. Albert Miner (Moroni’s father) became ill from exposure and exhaustion and died January 4, 1848, on the Iowa plains. His wife (Tamma Durfee) was left with seven children, four boys and three girls. One baby, Melissa, two years of age, had died during their persecution. Tamma put her older children out to work for their board and keep, and she worked to earn money to buy a wagon and teams for the journey to Utah. The family lived in Garden Grove until June of 1850 when they started to Utah. Mrs. Minor had two yoke of oxen and two yoke of cows. Her eldest son, Orson, drove one team and she drove the other. Moroni and Mormon walked all the way and drove their cattle.

The Miners arrived in Utah in September, 1850, and settled on land near the Jordan River. Here Mrs. Miner suffered another tragedy when her son, Orson, age seventeen, died of fever. moroni, now fifteen years of age, took over the many duties his brother had carried. A short time later Mrs. Miner married Enos Curtis who had lost his wife in death and had been left with a large family. Enos Curtis was a patriarch and was closely associated with President Brigham Young. Moroni remembered walking with his mother to President young’s office to seek advice. the family moved to Springville in February, 1851. Mr. Curtis died in 1856 and his children continued to live with their step-mother and her family.”

Kate B. Carter, Our Pioneer Heritage, DUP, pg. 416-17

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