Son of Charles Henry Symons & Sarah Elsey
Married Arzella Whitaker, 7 Mar 1868, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Early Utah photographer.
LIFE OF CHARLES WILLIAM SYMONS - Written by Himself
Charles William Symons was born at Kensal Green, London, England, June 17, 1845. His parents were of humble birth and their progenitors were toilers. His father, Charles Henry Symons, was born in London, September 4, 1814, and, when grown to manhood, followed the business of bricklayer and contractor in the west of London, but never allied himself to any religious denomination; but withal was a good, reliable citizen, and in all his life never violated law. His mother, Sarah Elsey, was born September 14, 1799, in the village of Leigh, near Reigate, Surrey, England, and her parents, Joseph Elsey (born 1756) and Mary Taylor (born 1766), were members of the Church of England--good, pious people.
Sarah, however, became connected with the Methodists, but early in the 50's heard the Elders of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and was converted to the Gospel and became a devout and earnest worker, carrying the news to many of her Methodist companions, a number of them being baptized. Much influence was brought to bear to turn her from the truth, but she had a strong testimony of the Gospel and could not be shaken. She was baptized by Elder Alfred Ballam, and affiliated in the branch at Kensal, New Town, later in Notting Hill and finally Shepherds Bush, all in the west of London.
Charles William was blessed by Elder Alfred Ballam in the year 1848; baptized by Elder Theed November 10, 1853; confirmed by Elder Newman, Bayswater Branch of the London Conference; ordained a Deacon by Elder Benjamin Lang in 1859, and a Teacher by Elder James Dansie in the year 1863. He was appointed to labor with Elder George Hall, visiting saints of the Notting Hill Branch, also to distribute tracts at the homes of non-members of the Church at Kensal, New Town, and Natting Hill.
In the year 1856, the topic of emigration to Salt Lake Valley was very much agitated by the Elders and Saints and quite a number emigrated from the London Conference, many of our friends and companions in the Branch of which we were members. About this time my mother paid sufficient money to emigrate mother, my sister Sarah and myself. But my sister refused to leave London and accompany us to Zion, which caused my mother to ask for her money to be returned to her, and by the efforts of John D. Ross, who was then Pastor, and Elder James Marsden, who was President of the London Conference, the money was returned. For quite a long time it looked as though we would not be privileged to gather with the Saints in Utah.
In the year 1860, through the perseverance and industry of my mother, she had accumulated some little money, and as I was 15 years of age, having attended St. Johns National Schools till now, the subject was often discussed as to the occupation or trade I should follow. It was finally determined that I should be apprenticed for a term of five
years to the Gas Fitting and Brass Finishing Trade, owned and conducted by Samuel Pardoe of Silver Street, Notting Hill, Bayswater, London. My mother paid 30 pounds sterling as consideration for my being taught this trade, and my wages were very small in order to pay the balance considered proper for me to be instructed in this occupation. My first year's weekly salary to be 3 shillings per week, and each year to be increased 1 shilling per week, so that at the 5th years I would receive seven shillings for my services. This expense made us very poor; consequently it was necessary for my mother to continue working very hard at. the laundry work, laboring from 8 a.m. till 9 p.m. for the sum of three shillings.
My father's work would be very scarce in the winter, but when employed, he earned about 36 shillings per week. Of this amount mother would receive 20 shillings and was expected to maintain the home with necessary food and payment of rent. By strict economy and industry, sufficient means were now accumulated by mother to gather with the Saint in Zion (1963). But no tongue can really tell the great trial that awaited us both to leave home, kindred, and friends for the Gospel's sake, for not another one of our family could understand the doctrines of the Latter-day Saints, the Gospel of Christ restored again to the earth through Joseph Smith, the Prophet, Seer and Revelator of the last dispensation of the fulness of times.
Being alone in the work and receiving from our supposed best friend ridicule and calumny, we remembered well the words of Jesus when he said, "They that are not willing to forsake father and mother, brothers and sisters, houses and lands for the Gospel's sake are not worthy of me. We had obeyed the Gospel with full purpose of heart, and desired this love, and to show our worthiness of it, were willing to make these great sacrifices.
In the fall of 1863 our arrangements to leave London and emigrate to Utah were being consummated, although with many tears and heartaches, saying in our hearts farewell to our kindred and friends, visiting in Leigh, Surrey a few times, telling them (our relatives) of the Gospel, but not openly declaring our intentions of emigration for the reason that the law might have upset our plans. One year yet remained of my apprenticeship not completed, and my father was opposed to our leaving, so we had to be very careful or our plans of emigration would have been thwarted and our fares, which were paid in advance, would have been lost. Little by little were our plans completed, our meager outfit made ready, and on the 30th day of May, 1864, transferred to the docks and on board the sailing vessel "Hudson" which was to leave June 1st for New York.
It was a very interesting sight to witness the coming together of 900 Latter-day Saints, consisting of English, Scotch, Welch, Germans, Hollanders, Swiss, Scandinavian, Danish, and a very few French. At the fore end of the ship, apartments and berths were arranged for 200 consisting of mostly Irish emigrants to the United States. These were partitioned off to themselves so that there was no association with them on the ship's deck. Our people were very busy locating themselves in their berths by day, fastening their trunks and belongings to the deck so that all would be firm and not be disturbed by the ship's motion when at sea. At dusk, groups would gather and visit with each other, singing the songs of Zion and relating incidents that had occurred in getting to the big boat, and also of their history since becoming members of the Church. But oh! what a happy crowd, all bent on doing the will of the Lord and of keeping his commandments.
On board ship strict discipline was necessary; rules were made to be observed by all. Officers were appointed to enforce them, and to see that there was no delinquency. Prayers were maintained night and morning, meetings held on deck every night, and lights were to be out by 9 o'clock p.m. Arrangements were also made for the distribution of food, certain days for certain articles of food. The galley or cook house with its arrangements was completed and certain hours designated for the cook to receive them, and for the distribution of fresh water; for remember all articles of food were in a raw condition except hard tack or ship's biscuits, which were not very enticing, it being necessary to break them with a hammer, and frequently in breaking them you would see many jumpers or maggots roll out of the crevices in the biscuit. The ship's rations consisted of salt beef, salt pork, potatoes, rice, split peas, and a very small quantity of flour; tea, salt, pepper, sugar, and we each had to be supplied with a linen bag to hold each of these articles, and at the time specified we were to be at the commissary to receive them.
On June 2, 1864, anchor was weighed, a pilot boat attached to the boat by means of a heavy cable towed us down the River Thames into the English Channel; then the sailing vessel "Hudson" was left to make the journey across the Atlantic to New York City. There were many heavy sighs, and many a tear shed, when leaving the English Channel, for the last time, to take a glimpse of their native land, England, as it gradually faded from view to see no more land until reaching the shores of the United States.
My father and Mr. Pardoe (to whom I was apprenticed) heard the news of our leaving for Utah and came to prevent us, following us down the Thames and the English Channel in a tug boat. But we had too big a start, so they gave up the chase.
The ride over the ocean was not very interesting, especially on a boat similar to the one we were now on. The only points to break the monotony of our condition were the occasional sighting of an ocean liner or some other sailing vessel which was enjoyed, especially if near, also the shoals of porpoise and the blurting of the whale, which threw up bursts of water many feet high. However at midnight when about in mid ocean we were awakened by much activity of the crew on deck, and next morning we learned that we nearly had a collision with another sailing boat--so close that the rigging of each ship became entangled, and we felt, upon hearing the news, surely the Lord was mindful of us, and that he had protected us from dangers.
The next point of interest to us was when we were nearing the shores of the U. S., when early in the morning the Confederate gunboat "Georgia” hailed us and brought us to a standstill, for be it remembered the War of the Rebellion was now in full sway. After inquiries from our captain we were permitted to move on for they ascertained that 1100 British subjects were on board. Consequently they had no means of handling that many persons and the would-be prize was given up, the gunboat's band playing a farewell.
On our journey much sickness in our company was among us, such as measles, and many of the children died and were buried at sea. It was a custom that will always be remembered by us, and very sad to contemplate. The corpse was wrapped in a blanket and then placed upon a plank, and at a certain part of the ceremony the plank was raised and the body fell into the watery grave.
It was early in the morning of the 16th of July when the words, "Land Ahoy!" were heard and it was a lively rush on deck to witness the new land, and it was certainly a picture never to be forgotten. After our six weeks and over of an ocean life, to again witness land, it looked to us beautiful. In a few short hours a pilot has us in a tow and we were safely taken into the harbor of New York. Here we were interviewed by the Customs Officers and were placed in the Castle Gardens, where all were examined as to health and inquiries made to comply with the U.S. laws as to our right to land. After passing a critical examination, we were passed and permitted to go ashore.
We were directed to railroad cars to convey us to the frontiers. It was no small job to locate a company with freight, but finally two sections were formed and we were on our way. Travel on cars was not very commodious and not very clean. It was also slow for bridges and railroad tracks were torn out by Confederate armies, and freight had to be carried across rivers and creeks where train crews awaited to convey us to our destination. At Saint Joe we were placed on a Missouri River boat which carried us to Wyoming, Nebraska, an outfitting point for the journey across the plains.
For two weeks we lived in a little brush shelter awaiting prepara¬tions for the journey over the plains, the loading of wagons, with freight of 900 people being tedious and slow. It required 120 wagons with from two to four yoke of cattle. Finally one train of 60 wagons and oxen was in shape and Captain Hyde placed in charge. On account of Indian depredations they halted and waited for the next train to over¬take them so that they would be stronger in case of attack from Indians.
I was engaged to drive one of the teams to Salt Lake, the agreement being my fare and board as well as that of my mother for my services. This was new work for me as I had never seen any oxen yoked before, but by watching old teamsters it soon became easy. Experience taught me that kindness to oxen availed much for the cattle came to know my voice. While many accidents occurred, I had no trouble from the Missouri River to Salt Lake. Mother rode in the front of the company and I with the rear guard, so she had a fire started an hour before I came into camp at night and something hot ready for a meal. One night coming in I found no fire nor supper and found mother very ill. She said, "I am afraid I shall not live to get to Zion." I answered, "Yes, mother, you will live to get to Zion and will live for twenty years among the Saints, which promise was fulfilled.
John Kay, president of the company on the ship "Hudson" died on the plains and we made a rough box and dug a hole for burial. Other deaths occurred and I assisted in the burials.
We arrived at the 8th Ward Square where the City and County building now stands, on November 2, 1864 in Captain Warren S. Snow's wagon train. It was a cold reception for we had no relatives or friends to greet us. Here we remained for two days and nights while I sought employment. Mother was engaged by a family in the 12th Ward to do housework at $1 a week with board and room. I was engaged by a Mark Blazzard at $15 a month, board and room, as a wagon repairer. After a month when my clothes and shoes were worn out and I had received no pay, my employer said, "Thou hast eat thy wage." I never was paid and only the fact that mother was working for a shoemaker who made me a pair of boots, mother working ten weeks to pay for them, kept me from being barefooted.
I worked at every kind of job, in the adobe yards and as a newspaper carrier, receiving in pay flour, vegetables and meat orders, as workmen in those days seldom received cash. One day Charles W. Carter asked me to work in his photographic studio and soon this became my life's vocation and for years I was a pioneer photographer.
My marriage to Arzella Whitaker, in the Endowment House, took place March 7, 1868. My wife's parents were pioneers of 1847. She was born in a wagon box before their home was finished in Salt Lake.
The Tenth Ward brass band was organized about 1864 by Captain Parkman. I was invited to join and became a member, being given the 2nd B Flat cornet to learn. At this time Conductor Parkman went to California, which was a serious blow and almost disrupted the band. The members clung together, however, and a man by the name of Croft and his son Thomas, two able clarinetists, helped us along. After many years I was chosen by the band as its leader, and given the B Flat cornet. A quadrille band was formed with John W. Andrew, 1st violin; Stephen Alley, 2nd violin; James V. Standing, flute; and John W. Keddington, cornet; Charles W. Symons, 'cello and double bass' and Herbert Van Dam, prompter. The brass band attended the funeral of Bishop John Proctor, playing funeral dirges from chapel to graveside and also in 1877 at the funeral services of President Brigham Young.
I was called on a mission to Great Britain and on March 5, 1889, left Salt Lake for Liverpool. I returned in May, 1891. Above all my affairs in life I have enjoyed officiating in the Priesthood. I also enjoyed my Sunday School work and for twenty-eight years served as Superintendent of the Tenth Ward Sunday School. Particularly did I like the singing of the children and helping as chorister. I think I am the originator of the "silent drill" so called, which used to be held prior to the Sacrament, when perfect silence was asked for, so that you could hear the clock tick. Order was obtained in this way and the children never forgot the object lesson. I think Sunday School is the finest training in the world for both children and adults and everyone who can should always attend.
Married Arzella Whitaker, 7 Mar 1868, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Early Utah photographer.
LIFE OF CHARLES WILLIAM SYMONS - Written by Himself
Charles William Symons was born at Kensal Green, London, England, June 17, 1845. His parents were of humble birth and their progenitors were toilers. His father, Charles Henry Symons, was born in London, September 4, 1814, and, when grown to manhood, followed the business of bricklayer and contractor in the west of London, but never allied himself to any religious denomination; but withal was a good, reliable citizen, and in all his life never violated law. His mother, Sarah Elsey, was born September 14, 1799, in the village of Leigh, near Reigate, Surrey, England, and her parents, Joseph Elsey (born 1756) and Mary Taylor (born 1766), were members of the Church of England--good, pious people.
Sarah, however, became connected with the Methodists, but early in the 50's heard the Elders of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and was converted to the Gospel and became a devout and earnest worker, carrying the news to many of her Methodist companions, a number of them being baptized. Much influence was brought to bear to turn her from the truth, but she had a strong testimony of the Gospel and could not be shaken. She was baptized by Elder Alfred Ballam, and affiliated in the branch at Kensal, New Town, later in Notting Hill and finally Shepherds Bush, all in the west of London.
Charles William was blessed by Elder Alfred Ballam in the year 1848; baptized by Elder Theed November 10, 1853; confirmed by Elder Newman, Bayswater Branch of the London Conference; ordained a Deacon by Elder Benjamin Lang in 1859, and a Teacher by Elder James Dansie in the year 1863. He was appointed to labor with Elder George Hall, visiting saints of the Notting Hill Branch, also to distribute tracts at the homes of non-members of the Church at Kensal, New Town, and Natting Hill.
In the year 1856, the topic of emigration to Salt Lake Valley was very much agitated by the Elders and Saints and quite a number emigrated from the London Conference, many of our friends and companions in the Branch of which we were members. About this time my mother paid sufficient money to emigrate mother, my sister Sarah and myself. But my sister refused to leave London and accompany us to Zion, which caused my mother to ask for her money to be returned to her, and by the efforts of John D. Ross, who was then Pastor, and Elder James Marsden, who was President of the London Conference, the money was returned. For quite a long time it looked as though we would not be privileged to gather with the Saints in Utah.
In the year 1860, through the perseverance and industry of my mother, she had accumulated some little money, and as I was 15 years of age, having attended St. Johns National Schools till now, the subject was often discussed as to the occupation or trade I should follow. It was finally determined that I should be apprenticed for a term of five
years to the Gas Fitting and Brass Finishing Trade, owned and conducted by Samuel Pardoe of Silver Street, Notting Hill, Bayswater, London. My mother paid 30 pounds sterling as consideration for my being taught this trade, and my wages were very small in order to pay the balance considered proper for me to be instructed in this occupation. My first year's weekly salary to be 3 shillings per week, and each year to be increased 1 shilling per week, so that at the 5th years I would receive seven shillings for my services. This expense made us very poor; consequently it was necessary for my mother to continue working very hard at. the laundry work, laboring from 8 a.m. till 9 p.m. for the sum of three shillings.
My father's work would be very scarce in the winter, but when employed, he earned about 36 shillings per week. Of this amount mother would receive 20 shillings and was expected to maintain the home with necessary food and payment of rent. By strict economy and industry, sufficient means were now accumulated by mother to gather with the Saint in Zion (1963). But no tongue can really tell the great trial that awaited us both to leave home, kindred, and friends for the Gospel's sake, for not another one of our family could understand the doctrines of the Latter-day Saints, the Gospel of Christ restored again to the earth through Joseph Smith, the Prophet, Seer and Revelator of the last dispensation of the fulness of times.
Being alone in the work and receiving from our supposed best friend ridicule and calumny, we remembered well the words of Jesus when he said, "They that are not willing to forsake father and mother, brothers and sisters, houses and lands for the Gospel's sake are not worthy of me. We had obeyed the Gospel with full purpose of heart, and desired this love, and to show our worthiness of it, were willing to make these great sacrifices.
In the fall of 1863 our arrangements to leave London and emigrate to Utah were being consummated, although with many tears and heartaches, saying in our hearts farewell to our kindred and friends, visiting in Leigh, Surrey a few times, telling them (our relatives) of the Gospel, but not openly declaring our intentions of emigration for the reason that the law might have upset our plans. One year yet remained of my apprenticeship not completed, and my father was opposed to our leaving, so we had to be very careful or our plans of emigration would have been thwarted and our fares, which were paid in advance, would have been lost. Little by little were our plans completed, our meager outfit made ready, and on the 30th day of May, 1864, transferred to the docks and on board the sailing vessel "Hudson" which was to leave June 1st for New York.
It was a very interesting sight to witness the coming together of 900 Latter-day Saints, consisting of English, Scotch, Welch, Germans, Hollanders, Swiss, Scandinavian, Danish, and a very few French. At the fore end of the ship, apartments and berths were arranged for 200 consisting of mostly Irish emigrants to the United States. These were partitioned off to themselves so that there was no association with them on the ship's deck. Our people were very busy locating themselves in their berths by day, fastening their trunks and belongings to the deck so that all would be firm and not be disturbed by the ship's motion when at sea. At dusk, groups would gather and visit with each other, singing the songs of Zion and relating incidents that had occurred in getting to the big boat, and also of their history since becoming members of the Church. But oh! what a happy crowd, all bent on doing the will of the Lord and of keeping his commandments.
On board ship strict discipline was necessary; rules were made to be observed by all. Officers were appointed to enforce them, and to see that there was no delinquency. Prayers were maintained night and morning, meetings held on deck every night, and lights were to be out by 9 o'clock p.m. Arrangements were also made for the distribution of food, certain days for certain articles of food. The galley or cook house with its arrangements was completed and certain hours designated for the cook to receive them, and for the distribution of fresh water; for remember all articles of food were in a raw condition except hard tack or ship's biscuits, which were not very enticing, it being necessary to break them with a hammer, and frequently in breaking them you would see many jumpers or maggots roll out of the crevices in the biscuit. The ship's rations consisted of salt beef, salt pork, potatoes, rice, split peas, and a very small quantity of flour; tea, salt, pepper, sugar, and we each had to be supplied with a linen bag to hold each of these articles, and at the time specified we were to be at the commissary to receive them.
On June 2, 1864, anchor was weighed, a pilot boat attached to the boat by means of a heavy cable towed us down the River Thames into the English Channel; then the sailing vessel "Hudson" was left to make the journey across the Atlantic to New York City. There were many heavy sighs, and many a tear shed, when leaving the English Channel, for the last time, to take a glimpse of their native land, England, as it gradually faded from view to see no more land until reaching the shores of the United States.
My father and Mr. Pardoe (to whom I was apprenticed) heard the news of our leaving for Utah and came to prevent us, following us down the Thames and the English Channel in a tug boat. But we had too big a start, so they gave up the chase.
The ride over the ocean was not very interesting, especially on a boat similar to the one we were now on. The only points to break the monotony of our condition were the occasional sighting of an ocean liner or some other sailing vessel which was enjoyed, especially if near, also the shoals of porpoise and the blurting of the whale, which threw up bursts of water many feet high. However at midnight when about in mid ocean we were awakened by much activity of the crew on deck, and next morning we learned that we nearly had a collision with another sailing boat--so close that the rigging of each ship became entangled, and we felt, upon hearing the news, surely the Lord was mindful of us, and that he had protected us from dangers.
The next point of interest to us was when we were nearing the shores of the U. S., when early in the morning the Confederate gunboat "Georgia” hailed us and brought us to a standstill, for be it remembered the War of the Rebellion was now in full sway. After inquiries from our captain we were permitted to move on for they ascertained that 1100 British subjects were on board. Consequently they had no means of handling that many persons and the would-be prize was given up, the gunboat's band playing a farewell.
On our journey much sickness in our company was among us, such as measles, and many of the children died and were buried at sea. It was a custom that will always be remembered by us, and very sad to contemplate. The corpse was wrapped in a blanket and then placed upon a plank, and at a certain part of the ceremony the plank was raised and the body fell into the watery grave.
It was early in the morning of the 16th of July when the words, "Land Ahoy!" were heard and it was a lively rush on deck to witness the new land, and it was certainly a picture never to be forgotten. After our six weeks and over of an ocean life, to again witness land, it looked to us beautiful. In a few short hours a pilot has us in a tow and we were safely taken into the harbor of New York. Here we were interviewed by the Customs Officers and were placed in the Castle Gardens, where all were examined as to health and inquiries made to comply with the U.S. laws as to our right to land. After passing a critical examination, we were passed and permitted to go ashore.
We were directed to railroad cars to convey us to the frontiers. It was no small job to locate a company with freight, but finally two sections were formed and we were on our way. Travel on cars was not very commodious and not very clean. It was also slow for bridges and railroad tracks were torn out by Confederate armies, and freight had to be carried across rivers and creeks where train crews awaited to convey us to our destination. At Saint Joe we were placed on a Missouri River boat which carried us to Wyoming, Nebraska, an outfitting point for the journey across the plains.
For two weeks we lived in a little brush shelter awaiting prepara¬tions for the journey over the plains, the loading of wagons, with freight of 900 people being tedious and slow. It required 120 wagons with from two to four yoke of cattle. Finally one train of 60 wagons and oxen was in shape and Captain Hyde placed in charge. On account of Indian depredations they halted and waited for the next train to over¬take them so that they would be stronger in case of attack from Indians.
I was engaged to drive one of the teams to Salt Lake, the agreement being my fare and board as well as that of my mother for my services. This was new work for me as I had never seen any oxen yoked before, but by watching old teamsters it soon became easy. Experience taught me that kindness to oxen availed much for the cattle came to know my voice. While many accidents occurred, I had no trouble from the Missouri River to Salt Lake. Mother rode in the front of the company and I with the rear guard, so she had a fire started an hour before I came into camp at night and something hot ready for a meal. One night coming in I found no fire nor supper and found mother very ill. She said, "I am afraid I shall not live to get to Zion." I answered, "Yes, mother, you will live to get to Zion and will live for twenty years among the Saints, which promise was fulfilled.
John Kay, president of the company on the ship "Hudson" died on the plains and we made a rough box and dug a hole for burial. Other deaths occurred and I assisted in the burials.
We arrived at the 8th Ward Square where the City and County building now stands, on November 2, 1864 in Captain Warren S. Snow's wagon train. It was a cold reception for we had no relatives or friends to greet us. Here we remained for two days and nights while I sought employment. Mother was engaged by a family in the 12th Ward to do housework at $1 a week with board and room. I was engaged by a Mark Blazzard at $15 a month, board and room, as a wagon repairer. After a month when my clothes and shoes were worn out and I had received no pay, my employer said, "Thou hast eat thy wage." I never was paid and only the fact that mother was working for a shoemaker who made me a pair of boots, mother working ten weeks to pay for them, kept me from being barefooted.
I worked at every kind of job, in the adobe yards and as a newspaper carrier, receiving in pay flour, vegetables and meat orders, as workmen in those days seldom received cash. One day Charles W. Carter asked me to work in his photographic studio and soon this became my life's vocation and for years I was a pioneer photographer.
My marriage to Arzella Whitaker, in the Endowment House, took place March 7, 1868. My wife's parents were pioneers of 1847. She was born in a wagon box before their home was finished in Salt Lake.
The Tenth Ward brass band was organized about 1864 by Captain Parkman. I was invited to join and became a member, being given the 2nd B Flat cornet to learn. At this time Conductor Parkman went to California, which was a serious blow and almost disrupted the band. The members clung together, however, and a man by the name of Croft and his son Thomas, two able clarinetists, helped us along. After many years I was chosen by the band as its leader, and given the B Flat cornet. A quadrille band was formed with John W. Andrew, 1st violin; Stephen Alley, 2nd violin; James V. Standing, flute; and John W. Keddington, cornet; Charles W. Symons, 'cello and double bass' and Herbert Van Dam, prompter. The brass band attended the funeral of Bishop John Proctor, playing funeral dirges from chapel to graveside and also in 1877 at the funeral services of President Brigham Young.
I was called on a mission to Great Britain and on March 5, 1889, left Salt Lake for Liverpool. I returned in May, 1891. Above all my affairs in life I have enjoyed officiating in the Priesthood. I also enjoyed my Sunday School work and for twenty-eight years served as Superintendent of the Tenth Ward Sunday School. Particularly did I like the singing of the children and helping as chorister. I think I am the originator of the "silent drill" so called, which used to be held prior to the Sacrament, when perfect silence was asked for, so that you could hear the clock tick. Order was obtained in this way and the children never forgot the object lesson. I think Sunday School is the finest training in the world for both children and adults and everyone who can should always attend.
Son of Charles Henry Symons & Sarah Elsey
Married Arzella Whitaker, 7 Mar 1868, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Early Utah photographer.
LIFE OF CHARLES WILLIAM SYMONS - Written by Himself
Charles William Symons was born at Kensal Green, London, England, June 17, 1845. His parents were of humble birth and their progenitors were toilers. His father, Charles Henry Symons, was born in London, September 4, 1814, and, when grown to manhood, followed the business of bricklayer and contractor in the west of London, but never allied himself to any religious denomination; but withal was a good, reliable citizen, and in all his life never violated law. His mother, Sarah Elsey, was born September 14, 1799, in the village of Leigh, near Reigate, Surrey, England, and her parents, Joseph Elsey (born 1756) and Mary Taylor (born 1766), were members of the Church of England--good, pious people.
Sarah, however, became connected with the Methodists, but early in the 50's heard the Elders of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and was converted to the Gospel and became a devout and earnest worker, carrying the news to many of her Methodist companions, a number of them being baptized. Much influence was brought to bear to turn her from the truth, but she had a strong testimony of the Gospel and could not be shaken. She was baptized by Elder Alfred Ballam, and affiliated in the branch at Kensal, New Town, later in Notting Hill and finally Shepherds Bush, all in the west of London.
Charles William was blessed by Elder Alfred Ballam in the year 1848; baptized by Elder Theed November 10, 1853; confirmed by Elder Newman, Bayswater Branch of the London Conference; ordained a Deacon by Elder Benjamin Lang in 1859, and a Teacher by Elder James Dansie in the year 1863. He was appointed to labor with Elder George Hall, visiting saints of the Notting Hill Branch, also to distribute tracts at the homes of non-members of the Church at Kensal, New Town, and Natting Hill.
In the year 1856, the topic of emigration to Salt Lake Valley was very much agitated by the Elders and Saints and quite a number emigrated from the London Conference, many of our friends and companions in the Branch of which we were members. About this time my mother paid sufficient money to emigrate mother, my sister Sarah and myself. But my sister refused to leave London and accompany us to Zion, which caused my mother to ask for her money to be returned to her, and by the efforts of John D. Ross, who was then Pastor, and Elder James Marsden, who was President of the London Conference, the money was returned. For quite a long time it looked as though we would not be privileged to gather with the Saints in Utah.
In the year 1860, through the perseverance and industry of my mother, she had accumulated some little money, and as I was 15 years of age, having attended St. Johns National Schools till now, the subject was often discussed as to the occupation or trade I should follow. It was finally determined that I should be apprenticed for a term of five
years to the Gas Fitting and Brass Finishing Trade, owned and conducted by Samuel Pardoe of Silver Street, Notting Hill, Bayswater, London. My mother paid 30 pounds sterling as consideration for my being taught this trade, and my wages were very small in order to pay the balance considered proper for me to be instructed in this occupation. My first year's weekly salary to be 3 shillings per week, and each year to be increased 1 shilling per week, so that at the 5th years I would receive seven shillings for my services. This expense made us very poor; consequently it was necessary for my mother to continue working very hard at. the laundry work, laboring from 8 a.m. till 9 p.m. for the sum of three shillings.
My father's work would be very scarce in the winter, but when employed, he earned about 36 shillings per week. Of this amount mother would receive 20 shillings and was expected to maintain the home with necessary food and payment of rent. By strict economy and industry, sufficient means were now accumulated by mother to gather with the Saint in Zion (1963). But no tongue can really tell the great trial that awaited us both to leave home, kindred, and friends for the Gospel's sake, for not another one of our family could understand the doctrines of the Latter-day Saints, the Gospel of Christ restored again to the earth through Joseph Smith, the Prophet, Seer and Revelator of the last dispensation of the fulness of times.
Being alone in the work and receiving from our supposed best friend ridicule and calumny, we remembered well the words of Jesus when he said, "They that are not willing to forsake father and mother, brothers and sisters, houses and lands for the Gospel's sake are not worthy of me. We had obeyed the Gospel with full purpose of heart, and desired this love, and to show our worthiness of it, were willing to make these great sacrifices.
In the fall of 1863 our arrangements to leave London and emigrate to Utah were being consummated, although with many tears and heartaches, saying in our hearts farewell to our kindred and friends, visiting in Leigh, Surrey a few times, telling them (our relatives) of the Gospel, but not openly declaring our intentions of emigration for the reason that the law might have upset our plans. One year yet remained of my apprenticeship not completed, and my father was opposed to our leaving, so we had to be very careful or our plans of emigration would have been thwarted and our fares, which were paid in advance, would have been lost. Little by little were our plans completed, our meager outfit made ready, and on the 30th day of May, 1864, transferred to the docks and on board the sailing vessel "Hudson" which was to leave June 1st for New York.
It was a very interesting sight to witness the coming together of 900 Latter-day Saints, consisting of English, Scotch, Welch, Germans, Hollanders, Swiss, Scandinavian, Danish, and a very few French. At the fore end of the ship, apartments and berths were arranged for 200 consisting of mostly Irish emigrants to the United States. These were partitioned off to themselves so that there was no association with them on the ship's deck. Our people were very busy locating themselves in their berths by day, fastening their trunks and belongings to the deck so that all would be firm and not be disturbed by the ship's motion when at sea. At dusk, groups would gather and visit with each other, singing the songs of Zion and relating incidents that had occurred in getting to the big boat, and also of their history since becoming members of the Church. But oh! what a happy crowd, all bent on doing the will of the Lord and of keeping his commandments.
On board ship strict discipline was necessary; rules were made to be observed by all. Officers were appointed to enforce them, and to see that there was no delinquency. Prayers were maintained night and morning, meetings held on deck every night, and lights were to be out by 9 o'clock p.m. Arrangements were also made for the distribution of food, certain days for certain articles of food. The galley or cook house with its arrangements was completed and certain hours designated for the cook to receive them, and for the distribution of fresh water; for remember all articles of food were in a raw condition except hard tack or ship's biscuits, which were not very enticing, it being necessary to break them with a hammer, and frequently in breaking them you would see many jumpers or maggots roll out of the crevices in the biscuit. The ship's rations consisted of salt beef, salt pork, potatoes, rice, split peas, and a very small quantity of flour; tea, salt, pepper, sugar, and we each had to be supplied with a linen bag to hold each of these articles, and at the time specified we were to be at the commissary to receive them.
On June 2, 1864, anchor was weighed, a pilot boat attached to the boat by means of a heavy cable towed us down the River Thames into the English Channel; then the sailing vessel "Hudson" was left to make the journey across the Atlantic to New York City. There were many heavy sighs, and many a tear shed, when leaving the English Channel, for the last time, to take a glimpse of their native land, England, as it gradually faded from view to see no more land until reaching the shores of the United States.
My father and Mr. Pardoe (to whom I was apprenticed) heard the news of our leaving for Utah and came to prevent us, following us down the Thames and the English Channel in a tug boat. But we had too big a start, so they gave up the chase.
The ride over the ocean was not very interesting, especially on a boat similar to the one we were now on. The only points to break the monotony of our condition were the occasional sighting of an ocean liner or some other sailing vessel which was enjoyed, especially if near, also the shoals of porpoise and the blurting of the whale, which threw up bursts of water many feet high. However at midnight when about in mid ocean we were awakened by much activity of the crew on deck, and next morning we learned that we nearly had a collision with another sailing boat--so close that the rigging of each ship became entangled, and we felt, upon hearing the news, surely the Lord was mindful of us, and that he had protected us from dangers.
The next point of interest to us was when we were nearing the shores of the U. S., when early in the morning the Confederate gunboat "Georgia” hailed us and brought us to a standstill, for be it remembered the War of the Rebellion was now in full sway. After inquiries from our captain we were permitted to move on for they ascertained that 1100 British subjects were on board. Consequently they had no means of handling that many persons and the would-be prize was given up, the gunboat's band playing a farewell.
On our journey much sickness in our company was among us, such as measles, and many of the children died and were buried at sea. It was a custom that will always be remembered by us, and very sad to contemplate. The corpse was wrapped in a blanket and then placed upon a plank, and at a certain part of the ceremony the plank was raised and the body fell into the watery grave.
It was early in the morning of the 16th of July when the words, "Land Ahoy!" were heard and it was a lively rush on deck to witness the new land, and it was certainly a picture never to be forgotten. After our six weeks and over of an ocean life, to again witness land, it looked to us beautiful. In a few short hours a pilot has us in a tow and we were safely taken into the harbor of New York. Here we were interviewed by the Customs Officers and were placed in the Castle Gardens, where all were examined as to health and inquiries made to comply with the U.S. laws as to our right to land. After passing a critical examination, we were passed and permitted to go ashore.
We were directed to railroad cars to convey us to the frontiers. It was no small job to locate a company with freight, but finally two sections were formed and we were on our way. Travel on cars was not very commodious and not very clean. It was also slow for bridges and railroad tracks were torn out by Confederate armies, and freight had to be carried across rivers and creeks where train crews awaited to convey us to our destination. At Saint Joe we were placed on a Missouri River boat which carried us to Wyoming, Nebraska, an outfitting point for the journey across the plains.
For two weeks we lived in a little brush shelter awaiting prepara¬tions for the journey over the plains, the loading of wagons, with freight of 900 people being tedious and slow. It required 120 wagons with from two to four yoke of cattle. Finally one train of 60 wagons and oxen was in shape and Captain Hyde placed in charge. On account of Indian depredations they halted and waited for the next train to over¬take them so that they would be stronger in case of attack from Indians.
I was engaged to drive one of the teams to Salt Lake, the agreement being my fare and board as well as that of my mother for my services. This was new work for me as I had never seen any oxen yoked before, but by watching old teamsters it soon became easy. Experience taught me that kindness to oxen availed much for the cattle came to know my voice. While many accidents occurred, I had no trouble from the Missouri River to Salt Lake. Mother rode in the front of the company and I with the rear guard, so she had a fire started an hour before I came into camp at night and something hot ready for a meal. One night coming in I found no fire nor supper and found mother very ill. She said, "I am afraid I shall not live to get to Zion." I answered, "Yes, mother, you will live to get to Zion and will live for twenty years among the Saints, which promise was fulfilled.
John Kay, president of the company on the ship "Hudson" died on the plains and we made a rough box and dug a hole for burial. Other deaths occurred and I assisted in the burials.
We arrived at the 8th Ward Square where the City and County building now stands, on November 2, 1864 in Captain Warren S. Snow's wagon train. It was a cold reception for we had no relatives or friends to greet us. Here we remained for two days and nights while I sought employment. Mother was engaged by a family in the 12th Ward to do housework at $1 a week with board and room. I was engaged by a Mark Blazzard at $15 a month, board and room, as a wagon repairer. After a month when my clothes and shoes were worn out and I had received no pay, my employer said, "Thou hast eat thy wage." I never was paid and only the fact that mother was working for a shoemaker who made me a pair of boots, mother working ten weeks to pay for them, kept me from being barefooted.
I worked at every kind of job, in the adobe yards and as a newspaper carrier, receiving in pay flour, vegetables and meat orders, as workmen in those days seldom received cash. One day Charles W. Carter asked me to work in his photographic studio and soon this became my life's vocation and for years I was a pioneer photographer.
My marriage to Arzella Whitaker, in the Endowment House, took place March 7, 1868. My wife's parents were pioneers of 1847. She was born in a wagon box before their home was finished in Salt Lake.
The Tenth Ward brass band was organized about 1864 by Captain Parkman. I was invited to join and became a member, being given the 2nd B Flat cornet to learn. At this time Conductor Parkman went to California, which was a serious blow and almost disrupted the band. The members clung together, however, and a man by the name of Croft and his son Thomas, two able clarinetists, helped us along. After many years I was chosen by the band as its leader, and given the B Flat cornet. A quadrille band was formed with John W. Andrew, 1st violin; Stephen Alley, 2nd violin; James V. Standing, flute; and John W. Keddington, cornet; Charles W. Symons, 'cello and double bass' and Herbert Van Dam, prompter. The brass band attended the funeral of Bishop John Proctor, playing funeral dirges from chapel to graveside and also in 1877 at the funeral services of President Brigham Young.
I was called on a mission to Great Britain and on March 5, 1889, left Salt Lake for Liverpool. I returned in May, 1891. Above all my affairs in life I have enjoyed officiating in the Priesthood. I also enjoyed my Sunday School work and for twenty-eight years served as Superintendent of the Tenth Ward Sunday School. Particularly did I like the singing of the children and helping as chorister. I think I am the originator of the "silent drill" so called, which used to be held prior to the Sacrament, when perfect silence was asked for, so that you could hear the clock tick. Order was obtained in this way and the children never forgot the object lesson. I think Sunday School is the finest training in the world for both children and adults and everyone who can should always attend.
Married Arzella Whitaker, 7 Mar 1868, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Early Utah photographer.
LIFE OF CHARLES WILLIAM SYMONS - Written by Himself
Charles William Symons was born at Kensal Green, London, England, June 17, 1845. His parents were of humble birth and their progenitors were toilers. His father, Charles Henry Symons, was born in London, September 4, 1814, and, when grown to manhood, followed the business of bricklayer and contractor in the west of London, but never allied himself to any religious denomination; but withal was a good, reliable citizen, and in all his life never violated law. His mother, Sarah Elsey, was born September 14, 1799, in the village of Leigh, near Reigate, Surrey, England, and her parents, Joseph Elsey (born 1756) and Mary Taylor (born 1766), were members of the Church of England--good, pious people.
Sarah, however, became connected with the Methodists, but early in the 50's heard the Elders of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and was converted to the Gospel and became a devout and earnest worker, carrying the news to many of her Methodist companions, a number of them being baptized. Much influence was brought to bear to turn her from the truth, but she had a strong testimony of the Gospel and could not be shaken. She was baptized by Elder Alfred Ballam, and affiliated in the branch at Kensal, New Town, later in Notting Hill and finally Shepherds Bush, all in the west of London.
Charles William was blessed by Elder Alfred Ballam in the year 1848; baptized by Elder Theed November 10, 1853; confirmed by Elder Newman, Bayswater Branch of the London Conference; ordained a Deacon by Elder Benjamin Lang in 1859, and a Teacher by Elder James Dansie in the year 1863. He was appointed to labor with Elder George Hall, visiting saints of the Notting Hill Branch, also to distribute tracts at the homes of non-members of the Church at Kensal, New Town, and Natting Hill.
In the year 1856, the topic of emigration to Salt Lake Valley was very much agitated by the Elders and Saints and quite a number emigrated from the London Conference, many of our friends and companions in the Branch of which we were members. About this time my mother paid sufficient money to emigrate mother, my sister Sarah and myself. But my sister refused to leave London and accompany us to Zion, which caused my mother to ask for her money to be returned to her, and by the efforts of John D. Ross, who was then Pastor, and Elder James Marsden, who was President of the London Conference, the money was returned. For quite a long time it looked as though we would not be privileged to gather with the Saints in Utah.
In the year 1860, through the perseverance and industry of my mother, she had accumulated some little money, and as I was 15 years of age, having attended St. Johns National Schools till now, the subject was often discussed as to the occupation or trade I should follow. It was finally determined that I should be apprenticed for a term of five
years to the Gas Fitting and Brass Finishing Trade, owned and conducted by Samuel Pardoe of Silver Street, Notting Hill, Bayswater, London. My mother paid 30 pounds sterling as consideration for my being taught this trade, and my wages were very small in order to pay the balance considered proper for me to be instructed in this occupation. My first year's weekly salary to be 3 shillings per week, and each year to be increased 1 shilling per week, so that at the 5th years I would receive seven shillings for my services. This expense made us very poor; consequently it was necessary for my mother to continue working very hard at. the laundry work, laboring from 8 a.m. till 9 p.m. for the sum of three shillings.
My father's work would be very scarce in the winter, but when employed, he earned about 36 shillings per week. Of this amount mother would receive 20 shillings and was expected to maintain the home with necessary food and payment of rent. By strict economy and industry, sufficient means were now accumulated by mother to gather with the Saint in Zion (1963). But no tongue can really tell the great trial that awaited us both to leave home, kindred, and friends for the Gospel's sake, for not another one of our family could understand the doctrines of the Latter-day Saints, the Gospel of Christ restored again to the earth through Joseph Smith, the Prophet, Seer and Revelator of the last dispensation of the fulness of times.
Being alone in the work and receiving from our supposed best friend ridicule and calumny, we remembered well the words of Jesus when he said, "They that are not willing to forsake father and mother, brothers and sisters, houses and lands for the Gospel's sake are not worthy of me. We had obeyed the Gospel with full purpose of heart, and desired this love, and to show our worthiness of it, were willing to make these great sacrifices.
In the fall of 1863 our arrangements to leave London and emigrate to Utah were being consummated, although with many tears and heartaches, saying in our hearts farewell to our kindred and friends, visiting in Leigh, Surrey a few times, telling them (our relatives) of the Gospel, but not openly declaring our intentions of emigration for the reason that the law might have upset our plans. One year yet remained of my apprenticeship not completed, and my father was opposed to our leaving, so we had to be very careful or our plans of emigration would have been thwarted and our fares, which were paid in advance, would have been lost. Little by little were our plans completed, our meager outfit made ready, and on the 30th day of May, 1864, transferred to the docks and on board the sailing vessel "Hudson" which was to leave June 1st for New York.
It was a very interesting sight to witness the coming together of 900 Latter-day Saints, consisting of English, Scotch, Welch, Germans, Hollanders, Swiss, Scandinavian, Danish, and a very few French. At the fore end of the ship, apartments and berths were arranged for 200 consisting of mostly Irish emigrants to the United States. These were partitioned off to themselves so that there was no association with them on the ship's deck. Our people were very busy locating themselves in their berths by day, fastening their trunks and belongings to the deck so that all would be firm and not be disturbed by the ship's motion when at sea. At dusk, groups would gather and visit with each other, singing the songs of Zion and relating incidents that had occurred in getting to the big boat, and also of their history since becoming members of the Church. But oh! what a happy crowd, all bent on doing the will of the Lord and of keeping his commandments.
On board ship strict discipline was necessary; rules were made to be observed by all. Officers were appointed to enforce them, and to see that there was no delinquency. Prayers were maintained night and morning, meetings held on deck every night, and lights were to be out by 9 o'clock p.m. Arrangements were also made for the distribution of food, certain days for certain articles of food. The galley or cook house with its arrangements was completed and certain hours designated for the cook to receive them, and for the distribution of fresh water; for remember all articles of food were in a raw condition except hard tack or ship's biscuits, which were not very enticing, it being necessary to break them with a hammer, and frequently in breaking them you would see many jumpers or maggots roll out of the crevices in the biscuit. The ship's rations consisted of salt beef, salt pork, potatoes, rice, split peas, and a very small quantity of flour; tea, salt, pepper, sugar, and we each had to be supplied with a linen bag to hold each of these articles, and at the time specified we were to be at the commissary to receive them.
On June 2, 1864, anchor was weighed, a pilot boat attached to the boat by means of a heavy cable towed us down the River Thames into the English Channel; then the sailing vessel "Hudson" was left to make the journey across the Atlantic to New York City. There were many heavy sighs, and many a tear shed, when leaving the English Channel, for the last time, to take a glimpse of their native land, England, as it gradually faded from view to see no more land until reaching the shores of the United States.
My father and Mr. Pardoe (to whom I was apprenticed) heard the news of our leaving for Utah and came to prevent us, following us down the Thames and the English Channel in a tug boat. But we had too big a start, so they gave up the chase.
The ride over the ocean was not very interesting, especially on a boat similar to the one we were now on. The only points to break the monotony of our condition were the occasional sighting of an ocean liner or some other sailing vessel which was enjoyed, especially if near, also the shoals of porpoise and the blurting of the whale, which threw up bursts of water many feet high. However at midnight when about in mid ocean we were awakened by much activity of the crew on deck, and next morning we learned that we nearly had a collision with another sailing boat--so close that the rigging of each ship became entangled, and we felt, upon hearing the news, surely the Lord was mindful of us, and that he had protected us from dangers.
The next point of interest to us was when we were nearing the shores of the U. S., when early in the morning the Confederate gunboat "Georgia” hailed us and brought us to a standstill, for be it remembered the War of the Rebellion was now in full sway. After inquiries from our captain we were permitted to move on for they ascertained that 1100 British subjects were on board. Consequently they had no means of handling that many persons and the would-be prize was given up, the gunboat's band playing a farewell.
On our journey much sickness in our company was among us, such as measles, and many of the children died and were buried at sea. It was a custom that will always be remembered by us, and very sad to contemplate. The corpse was wrapped in a blanket and then placed upon a plank, and at a certain part of the ceremony the plank was raised and the body fell into the watery grave.
It was early in the morning of the 16th of July when the words, "Land Ahoy!" were heard and it was a lively rush on deck to witness the new land, and it was certainly a picture never to be forgotten. After our six weeks and over of an ocean life, to again witness land, it looked to us beautiful. In a few short hours a pilot has us in a tow and we were safely taken into the harbor of New York. Here we were interviewed by the Customs Officers and were placed in the Castle Gardens, where all were examined as to health and inquiries made to comply with the U.S. laws as to our right to land. After passing a critical examination, we were passed and permitted to go ashore.
We were directed to railroad cars to convey us to the frontiers. It was no small job to locate a company with freight, but finally two sections were formed and we were on our way. Travel on cars was not very commodious and not very clean. It was also slow for bridges and railroad tracks were torn out by Confederate armies, and freight had to be carried across rivers and creeks where train crews awaited to convey us to our destination. At Saint Joe we were placed on a Missouri River boat which carried us to Wyoming, Nebraska, an outfitting point for the journey across the plains.
For two weeks we lived in a little brush shelter awaiting prepara¬tions for the journey over the plains, the loading of wagons, with freight of 900 people being tedious and slow. It required 120 wagons with from two to four yoke of cattle. Finally one train of 60 wagons and oxen was in shape and Captain Hyde placed in charge. On account of Indian depredations they halted and waited for the next train to over¬take them so that they would be stronger in case of attack from Indians.
I was engaged to drive one of the teams to Salt Lake, the agreement being my fare and board as well as that of my mother for my services. This was new work for me as I had never seen any oxen yoked before, but by watching old teamsters it soon became easy. Experience taught me that kindness to oxen availed much for the cattle came to know my voice. While many accidents occurred, I had no trouble from the Missouri River to Salt Lake. Mother rode in the front of the company and I with the rear guard, so she had a fire started an hour before I came into camp at night and something hot ready for a meal. One night coming in I found no fire nor supper and found mother very ill. She said, "I am afraid I shall not live to get to Zion." I answered, "Yes, mother, you will live to get to Zion and will live for twenty years among the Saints, which promise was fulfilled.
John Kay, president of the company on the ship "Hudson" died on the plains and we made a rough box and dug a hole for burial. Other deaths occurred and I assisted in the burials.
We arrived at the 8th Ward Square where the City and County building now stands, on November 2, 1864 in Captain Warren S. Snow's wagon train. It was a cold reception for we had no relatives or friends to greet us. Here we remained for two days and nights while I sought employment. Mother was engaged by a family in the 12th Ward to do housework at $1 a week with board and room. I was engaged by a Mark Blazzard at $15 a month, board and room, as a wagon repairer. After a month when my clothes and shoes were worn out and I had received no pay, my employer said, "Thou hast eat thy wage." I never was paid and only the fact that mother was working for a shoemaker who made me a pair of boots, mother working ten weeks to pay for them, kept me from being barefooted.
I worked at every kind of job, in the adobe yards and as a newspaper carrier, receiving in pay flour, vegetables and meat orders, as workmen in those days seldom received cash. One day Charles W. Carter asked me to work in his photographic studio and soon this became my life's vocation and for years I was a pioneer photographer.
My marriage to Arzella Whitaker, in the Endowment House, took place March 7, 1868. My wife's parents were pioneers of 1847. She was born in a wagon box before their home was finished in Salt Lake.
The Tenth Ward brass band was organized about 1864 by Captain Parkman. I was invited to join and became a member, being given the 2nd B Flat cornet to learn. At this time Conductor Parkman went to California, which was a serious blow and almost disrupted the band. The members clung together, however, and a man by the name of Croft and his son Thomas, two able clarinetists, helped us along. After many years I was chosen by the band as its leader, and given the B Flat cornet. A quadrille band was formed with John W. Andrew, 1st violin; Stephen Alley, 2nd violin; James V. Standing, flute; and John W. Keddington, cornet; Charles W. Symons, 'cello and double bass' and Herbert Van Dam, prompter. The brass band attended the funeral of Bishop John Proctor, playing funeral dirges from chapel to graveside and also in 1877 at the funeral services of President Brigham Young.
I was called on a mission to Great Britain and on March 5, 1889, left Salt Lake for Liverpool. I returned in May, 1891. Above all my affairs in life I have enjoyed officiating in the Priesthood. I also enjoyed my Sunday School work and for twenty-eight years served as Superintendent of the Tenth Ward Sunday School. Particularly did I like the singing of the children and helping as chorister. I think I am the originator of the "silent drill" so called, which used to be held prior to the Sacrament, when perfect silence was asked for, so that you could hear the clock tick. Order was obtained in this way and the children never forgot the object lesson. I think Sunday School is the finest training in the world for both children and adults and everyone who can should always attend.
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