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Autobiography of Ann Wride Stubbs
Stubbs Nelson Hart Pickett Home Tervort Wride Davis Bradshaw
Ann Wride Stubbs was the mother of nine Children, five sons and four daughters, seven of whom survived her, two sons dying while very young. She was very kind and affectionate mother, which made the home life ideal; Se was humble, quiet and reserved and tried to rear her children as true Latter-Day-Saints. Ann’s son’s and daughter’s were all happily united in marriage in Temples; on at Logan, one at Manti and the others in the Salt Lake Temple.
Ann Wride Stubbs died at the age of 47 practically in the prime of life, just when her children most needed her care and advice. Her youngest Frank being only 3 months and 12 day’s old. This was a very sad blow to the family, but thru the kind and loving disposition of the first wife Elizabeth, our home life was not broken up; she cheerfully and gladly, with her own family, moved to the farm home where she gave us her love and care that no woman could have given had it not been for the love and respect she had for her husband and the mother of seven children who had so suddenly been bereft of a mothers love.
Aunt Elizabeth’s noble character will ever stand as a monument in the lives of Ann’s children as a true loving and devoted mother to them. This character was shown all thru her life. She did as much for them as she did for her own. The two families grew up to manhood and womanhood with a bond of love and respect for each other that cannot be broken. After the marriages of these children, when sickness or trouble entered any of their homes. Aunt Elizabeth was the first to assist and give advice and comfort to those in need. Her very touch was a healing power; this was promised her in a patriarchal blessing and this characteristic was shown very strongly all thru her life. Her reward in the life to come will surely be filled with a crown of jewels that will surpass all earthly blessings. We all do honor, love and respect her memory and may we all so live that we will meet her in the life to come.
The following piece written by David John & published in Provo Enquire:
Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord.
Mrs. Ann Wride Stubbs, wife of Peter Stubbs of Provo, died on the 13th of August 1886 at Payson, Utah. On the 6th of August she left Provo to visit her brother Barry Wride at Payson. She expressed to her brother that she had enjoyed her visit very much and that she intended to leave for home on the 17th. At 5:15 PM of the 13th. She took a ride with Mrs. Wride and while nearing the Co-Operative gristmill at Payson they had to drive down rather a steep hill for a short distance; on the right of the road was a dug-way probably 20 feet wide. The carriage nearing the edge of the edge of this bank, Mrs. Stubbs became frightened and trembling, grasped the lines from the hands of Mrs. Wride, no doubt with the intention of turning the horse from the bank, but unfortunately she pulled the wrong way which forced the forward feet of the horse to reach beyond the bank about one foot. This danger of an upset seemed to have paralyzed Mrs. Stubbs; she gave one shout of grief and her head fell on the shoulders of Mrs. Wride & she breathed her last. The ladies could not drive the horse further. James Finlayson and Wm. Clayson and many others rendered kind assistance trying to restore her in the hope she had only fainted but an hour after the accident Dr. J. H. Greer pronounced her dead. Funeral services were held at the residence of Brother Stubbs at 3:30 PM August 15th. Elder Isaac Bullock delivered a comforting and instructive discourse to the vast assembly convened. The Provo Tabernacle Choir rendered excellent singing. The remains were interred in the Provo Cemetery among a cloud of tears. Our dearly beloved and very much respected sister and friend; how deeply we lament and feel to mourn the loss of one so meek, lowly, gentle and affectionate. The melodies of her rare voice were the harmony of many virtues. She has now gone the way of the earth. May she rest in peace to come forth in the morning of the first resurrection into eternal life, for we know that her death was the death of the righteous and we sincerely hope that when all her friends have put off this mortality, their last end may be like unto hers.
Composed and addressed to Miss Wride at Provo, Sunday May 25th 1862.
Love is a beautiful flower It flourisheth best in the heart
The most lovely of any that blows Where weeds of deceit never grow
Happiness, respose, joy and peace Of Gods richest gift it’s a part
Always marks the spot where it grows. A foretaste of Heaven below.
Its colors are varied and bright Dear lady may you ever dwell
Its flower is enchanting to view Secure within its power
Its perfume giveth constant delight And may its influence ever bring
Forming pleasures both many and new. Fresh interest every hour.
It loves not the glare of the day And may you with some happy friend
But silently blooms in the shade This blissful gift divide
Time marks not its leaves with decay And ever mutually share
Her causeth its colors to fade. All other good beside.
Children of Ann Davis Wride born 11 Dec 1839 of Lantrisant, Glamorganshire, Wales. Ann Married Peter Stubbs 10 Oct. 1862 in Salt Lake City, Utah and died 13 Dec. 1886 of Payson, Utah, Utah and buried 15 Aug. 1886 Provo, Utah County, Utah; Ann’s children include:
HISTORY OF ANN WRIDE
Pioneer of 1861
Ann Wride Stubbs, daughter of Danson and Ann Davis Wride was born December 11, 1839 at Miskin House, Llantrisant, Glamorganshire, South Wales, (White Church.) Had four brothers, Barry, Lewis, Peter and James and two sisters Mary and Jane. The family was well to do as Indicated by a letter written by her father. Which reads, in part, as follows, "I have had every thing this world can afford; I have seen its riches, its vanity, its pleasures and I was never poor. I want to seer another world that has no end, and If there be no other; I believe I have made the best of this. The wind will not blow over any of you if I can help it."
They were all devout Members of the Episcopal or Church of England. The only members joining the L.D.S. Church were Barry, Peter, Mary, Ann and Jane. It took great faith and courage to leave their native land, parents, brethren and sisters and all who were near and dear to her. To come to a new world which she knew but little of, to toll and labor under adverse conditions. To cause this land to blossom as the rose and make it a beautiful and prosperous country to rear a family so they might enjoy the blessings and advantages of their most wonderful country. And this was all clone for the Gospel Sake. She lived and died a true Latter-day Saint.
Her childhood days were spent under most favorable circumstances as her parents were well to do farmers, she really did not know the want for anything. She was sent to school and obtained a fair education; her parents were loving and kind and tried to rear their children in a most righteous way. They all observed the Sabbath Day strictly and were great readers of the Bible. She was a descendent of Owen Tudor, a Welsh gentleman, who married a widow of Henry the 5th, and this family name became the line of Kings which he founded.
Ann’s grandmother, on her mother’s sideways Ann Davis who born in Hull, England and who descended from a former Duke of Bedford. Her ancestry was of nobility.
Ann Wride Stubbs was baptized a member of the L.D.S. Church, Cardiff Branch, April 1857 and emigrated to Utah, leaving Liverpool April 16, 1861 on the ship MANCHESTER. In company with her married sister Mary and David John who were then man and wife, her Brother Barry Wride and his wife Hannah Selman, and other Saints. Elder Homer Dunkin was appointed Captain of the Company. They landed at Castle Gardens, New York on May 16, 1861, after a very tedious voyage across the ocean. On the evening of their arrival they left for St. Joseph, Missouri, and from there they sailed up the Mississippi and Missouri River’s, landing at Florence, Nebraska May 24, 1861, making the trip from Castle Gardens to Florence in nine days. They remained one month at Florence preparing for the journey across the plains. They left Florence June 25, 1861, by ox team, traveling about 10 to 15 miles per day, resting over on the plains July 24, to celebrate with song and dance and gave thanks in commemoration of the Pioneers entering Salt Lake Valley.
They arrived In Salt Lake City, September 13, 1861. Ann soon after went to Lehi, Utah for a few weeks, then moved to Provo, where she remained with her sister, Mrs. Mary John a little more than a year. In the course of this she meet Peter Stubbs, who won her love and she was married to Peter Stubbs, being his plural wife. He with his first wife, Elizabeth Dunn, who married a few years before, went to the Endowment House in Salt Lake City where they were all sealed for all time and eternity on October 4, 1862, their marriage being a very happy one.
Ann was considered by all who knew her to be a most beautiful girl of unusual good character; her disposition was loving, kind, meek and mild and all who knew her learned to love and respect her as a sister; she was affectionately called "Aunt Ann" by all her neighbors and friends.
She was the mother of nine children, five sons and four daughters, seven of whom survived her, her sons dying while very young. She was a very kind and affectionate mother, which made the home life ideal. She was very humble, quiet and reserved and tried to rear her children as true Latter-Day-Saints. Her sons and daughters were all happily untied in marriage in Temples, one at Logan, one at Manti and the others In the Salt Lake Temple.
Ann Stubbs died at the age of 47 practically in the prime of life, just when her children needed her care and advice. Her youngest child, Frank, being only 3 months and 12 days old. This was a very bad blow to the family. Through the kind and loving disposition of the first wife, Elizabeth, our home life was not broken up. She cheerfully and gladly, with her own family moved to the farm home where she gave us her love and care that no woman could have given had it not been for the love and respect she had for her husband and the mother of seven children who had so suddenly been dereft of a mother’s love.
Aunt Elizabeth’s noble character will ever stand as a monument in the live's of Ann’s children as a true and devoted mother to them. This character was shown all thru her life. She did as much for them as she did for her own. The two families grew up to manhood and womanhood with a bond of love and respect for each other that can never be broken. After the marriage of these children, when sickness or trouble entered any of their homes, Aunt Elizabeth was the first to assist and give advice and comfort to those in need. Her very touch was a healing power; this was promised her in her patriarchal blessing and this characteristic was shown very strongly all thru her life. Her reward in the life to come will surely be filled with a crown of jewels that will surpass all earthly blessings. We all do honor, love and respect her memory and may we all so live that we will meet her in the life to come.
The following piece written by David John and published on the Provo Enquirer.
“Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord.”
“Mrs. Ann Wride Stubbs, wife of Peter Stubbs of Provo, Utah, died on the 13th day of August 1886 at Payson, Utah. On the 6th of August she left Provo to visit her brother Barry Wride, at Payson, Utah. She expressed herself to her brother that she had much enjoyed her visit and that she intended to leave for home on the 17th. At 5:15 P.M. on time 13th she took a carriage ride with Mrs. Wride and while nearing the co-operative gristmill at Payson they had to drive down rather a steep hill for a short distance. On the right of the road was a dug-way probably 20 feet wide. The carriage nearing the edge of this bank, Mrs. Stubbs became frightened and trembling grasped the lines from the hands of Mrs. Wride, no doubt with the intention of turning the horse from the bank, but unfortunately she pulled the wrong way which forced the forward feet of the horse to reach beyond the bank about one foot. This danger of an upset seemed to have paralyzed Mrs. Stubbs. She gave one shout of grief and her head feel on the shoulder of Mrs. Wride and she breathed her last breath. The ladies could not drive the horse further. James Finlayson and William Clayson and many others tendered kind assistance, trying to restore her in the hope that she had only fainted, but an hour after the accident Dr. J. H. Greer pronounced her dead.
Funeral services were held at the residence of Brother Stubbs at 3:30 P.M. August 15th, 1886. Elder Isaac Bullock delivered a comforting and Instructive discourse to a vast assembly convened. The Provo Tabernacle Choir rendered excellent singing. The remains were interred in the Provo Cemetery among a cloud of tears. Our clearly beloved and very much respected sister and friend; how deeply we lament and feel to mourn the loss of one so meek, lowly, gentle, and affectionate. The melody of her rare voice was the harmony of many virtues. She has now gone the way of the earth. May she rest in peace, to come forth in the morning of the first resurrection into eternal life, for we know that her death was the death of the righteous and we sincerely hope that when all her friends have to put off this mortality, their last end may be like unto here."
Submitted by GRANDDAUGHTER MAURINE SEAGER
Typed as Iris Montague Spafford 6 January 1995 copy found at the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers Museum.
I Mary Wride, was born December 23, 1831, in the hamlet of Miskin Place, near Lantrisant Glamorganshire, Wales. My father’s name was Danson Wride. He was born in Kent County, England January 5, 1805. When he was one year old, he and his parents lived until the end of their days.
The parents of my father were Barry Wride and Ann Danson. Both were born in the area of Hull, Yorkshire, England. He was born in Cottingham and she was born in Beverly. I cannot go father back with my ancestry at the present time. However, I have been told that my Grandmother, Ann Danson, descended from a former Duke of Bedford.
This is an insert into the History of Mary and Ann Wride to continue the basic pedigree of the family.
The parent’s of my father’s father was John Wride born abt. 1748/1752 of Cottingham, Yorkshire, England and he was christened 17 March 1736 in Kirk Ella, Yorkshire, England and married abt. 1774 to Elizabeth Noble who was born abt. 1752 of Cottingham, Yorkshire, England and she was christened 2 Feb. 1736 in Bishop Burton, Yorkshire, England. Their children include:
John Wride’s father was Francis Wride born abt. 1714 and christened 26 Sept. 1714 in Kirk Ella, Yorkshire, England. Francis married on 21 Sept. 1735 in Kirk Ella, Yorkshire, England to Anne Langdale born abt. 1711 and christened 15 Mar. 1711 in Kirk Ella, Yorkshire, England and died abt. 1776. Their children include:
My mother’s name was Ann Davies and her parent’s names were John Davies and Mary Thomas. My mother, Ann Davies, was born in the borders of Merthyr Tydvil, Glamorganshire, Wales. I have been told that she descended from Owen Tudor, a Welsh gentleman who married Catherine, widow of Henry the Fifth, and this family name became the name of the line of Kings which he founded.
During my childhood days in Miskin Place, my parents used to attend various churches but never believed in any particular religion. However, when I was an infant, I was christened and then later confirmed by a clergyman in the Church-of-England. But even though I was made a member of this church, I still continued to attend other churches with my parents. My parents were great students of the Bible.
My Parents had nine children. They were as follows:
I might say—Jane the first died when she was two years old. Miskin Place near Lantrisant, the place of my birth, was an old seat of some ancient family. It was a large spacious mansion but at that time, part of it was in ruins. However, at a later date this property was sold and then it was remodeled and made into a very beautiful estate where a prominent family resided. I have many happy memories of this home and can well remember attending school near-by in Crossbane, where I learned to read and speak the Welsh language well.
In the year 1848 when I was just 16 years old, my parents moved to Whitechurch near Cardiff and here their last child was born. It was here at Craig Farm that my parents lived until the end of their days. My father, Danson Wride, was a well-to-do farmer and we always had a lovely home and always enjoyed all the comforts of life—we really did not know the want for anything. My father once said. “I have had everything this world can afford: I have seen it’s riches, it’s vanity, it’s pleasures and I was never poor. I want to seek another world that has no end and if there be no other, I believe I have made the best of this. The wind will not blow over any of you if I can help it.” Our residence at Graig Garm is just full of pleasant memories, for I spent so many happy hours there with my kindred and friends.
All my father’s family resided in the vicinity of the Parish of Lanishan and was also engaged in the farming business. My Grandfather, Barry Wride, was Head of Steward of Whynndham Lewis Esqr. Heath House in West Cardiff and after he died, my Uncle Samuel Wride gained by merit this same stewardship, then his son after him gained this position.
It was in the year 1857 when I was just 25 years of age that I heard the Gospel message from the Mormon Elders and as a result, I very eagerly joined the Church. As a matter of fact, I journeyed five miles to the Taff River to be baptized. Elder Israel Evans baptized me and then confirmed me the same night. As a result of joining the Church, I was persecuted on every side. Many of my friends discarded me and spoke evil of me. Nevertheless I continued to meet with the Elders to assist them to proclaim the Gospel in the streets and highways. In the course of a month, my brother Barry and Sister Ann were also baptized which pleased me very much but our conversion made our parents most unhappy.
About a year and a half later I had the good fortune to meet David John at a Church gathering in Cardiff, where he had gone to preach to the Saints. David John, who was a native of Pembroke Wales, had been converted to the Church there and had been sent on a mission to Cardiff. We became greatly interested in each other but three months later he was called to do missionary work up in Nottingham, England. However, this did not end our friendship, for we corresponded with each other for over a year. Then in February of 1860 he returned and we were married in Cardiff on February 8, 1860. We immediately took the South Wales Railway to Haverfordwest in Pembrokeshire, where a wedding party was given for us. From there we went over to Newcastle to stay at the home of his mother for three days. His mother was happy to see us and we had an enjoyable visit with her. David’s father had now been dead four years—as a matter of fact he died seven weeks after having driven his son David away from home because of his joining the Mormon Church.
After leaving Newcastle, we returned to my home at Graig Farm in Whitechurch where we were given another party. After staying here a few days, we started on our journey to Nottingham so my husband could continue his missionary labors and there we lived one year. It was while we were living in Nottingham that our first child was born. She was born December 15, 1860 and we named her Annie Jane John. Mother came to visit and help me for six weeks during this eventful time.
Toward the end of January of 1861 my husband was released from his mission and we started making plans to immigrate to America, but first we returned to Wales where we lived at my parents’ home for two months. During this time we went over to Little Newcastle, Pembroke Wales that was 100 miles away to visit with my husband’s mother for a short time. Then on April 13th, 1861 with sadness in our hearts, we said good-bye. My parents were very sad too for not only was I leaving them to go to America, but my brother Barry and my sister Ann were also going with us.
We arrived in Liverpool on April 16, 1861 from where we set sail for America on the Ship Manchester. We were so very happy in this thing we were doing and altogether on the Ship there were 379 Saints. Little did we know how long it was going to take us to finally reach our destination.
The sea voyage was very long and tiresome and very upsetting too, especially when a terrible storm arose which caused us a few days delay in reaching New York. This violent storm caused our ship to drift on the banks of Newfoundland. This was very trying and caused us much discomfort and anxiety—and because of the exposure to the cold, our baby became ill and never seemed to ever get strong again. Three months later she died and this happened just three weeks before we arrived at the Salt Lake Valley. She died August 20, 1861.
The Ship Manchester brought us to New York exactly one month from the time we left Liverpool. Upon our arrival there, we immediately went by rail to St. Joseph, Missouri and from they’re sailed on the Mississippi River and the Missouri River to Florence, Nebraska, which took 9 days. We remained in Florence, Nebraska one month to make our plans to journey across the Plains. Here we bought various equipment and the necessary supplies to make the journey. Then on June 25, 1861, we joined a company of 50 people called the Independent Company and left for the Plains under the leadership of Homer Duncan. It was a long difficult journey just filled with trails and hardships but the saddest part of it all was to have to bury our baby who died before we reached the Salt Lake Valley.
Our journey across the Plains took 80 days what a relief and what a joy it was when we finally arrived at our destination. In fact I thought the Valley was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen especially after a journey of 9000 miles over land and sea. But we only stayed in Salt Lake City two days and two nights, for at the end of that time we went farther south and lived in Lehi for five weeks then on to Provo arriving there the middle of October 1861 and here we settled permanently. My brother Barry and my sister Ann also settle in Provo. Ann married Peter Stubbs 10 Oct. 1862 in Salt Lake City, Utah and died 13 Dec. 1886 of Payson, Utah, Utah and buried 15 Aug. 1886 Provo, Utah County, Utah. Then a few years later my sister Jane left Wales and came to Provo. She later married John E. Tobb. My brother Peter Wride also left Wales to come to Provo. However, he returned later on to Wales to make his home.
Our first child that was born in Provo was Mary Jane John and she was born July 23, 1862. Then the following December my husband and I went to the Endowment House in Salt Lake City to have our Temple Marriage. This was on December 5, 1862. Our Civil Marriage took place in Cardiff, Wales, February 8, 1860. We had seven other children born in Provo, Utah but only four lived to adulthood.
Our lives in Provo have been very eventful and filled with wonderful experiences, which are particularly due to the fact that my husband had a very beautiful house constructed for us on Academy Avenue in the Provo First Ward. This home is truly a mansion and a place where our friends have loved to gather over the years and the associations, which we have made, have truly enriched our lives. My husband also had built another home in the Provo Third Ward for his second wife. David John was married to Jane Cree in the Endowment House on October 19, 1865 and to their union came eleven children.
