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Joseph Kirkham

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Joseph Kirkham

Birth
Lehi, Utah County, Utah, USA
Death
7 Dec 1881 (aged 3)
Lehi, Utah County, Utah, USA
Burial
Lehi, Utah County, Utah, USA GPS-Latitude: 40.4026881, Longitude: -111.8436261
Plot
27_2_7
Memorial ID
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Taken from the journals of George Kirkham - Joesph's father

Thursday Dec 8, 1881: The weather was fine and clear. My father-in-law dug his grave. The day was a dreary one for us. At 3 o'clock a number of our friends, besides our relations, came to bury our dear little Joseph, who was born while I was working out his mother's and his aunt's emigration in Salt Lake City on the tabernacle. He was now 3 years and 3 months old, and he was a star of our family, and the Lord saw fit to take him and we have to submit to it, for the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, and blessed be the name of the Lord. It seemed as though we had suffered great during the past summer, having lost 3 children and a mother, but all we could do now was to try and get over it, and acknowledge the hand of the Lord in it. He told his mother just before he took sick, he was going on a mission up to the graveyard, and many other things he said, which were or did not seem natural for a little boy like him to say. We could remember so many things he said, and how good and bright he was, and willing to do anything he was told to do, but when I think how he suffered and fell away to nothing, as you might say. When I came home in the evening and saw him being washed by his grandmother, about 10 minutes after his death, I thought I would have sunk. It was a dreadful sight to see. His bones could have been counted almost. As I write about him my heart is sad, but I said the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, and blessed be the name of the Lord.
--submitted by Kathy Kirkham Reed
Taken from the journals of George Kirkham - Joesph's father

Thursday Dec 8, 1881: The weather was fine and clear. My father-in-law dug his grave. The day was a dreary one for us. At 3 o'clock a number of our friends, besides our relations, came to bury our dear little Joseph, who was born while I was working out his mother's and his aunt's emigration in Salt Lake City on the tabernacle. He was now 3 years and 3 months old, and he was a star of our family, and the Lord saw fit to take him and we have to submit to it, for the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, and blessed be the name of the Lord. It seemed as though we had suffered great during the past summer, having lost 3 children and a mother, but all we could do now was to try and get over it, and acknowledge the hand of the Lord in it. He told his mother just before he took sick, he was going on a mission up to the graveyard, and many other things he said, which were or did not seem natural for a little boy like him to say. We could remember so many things he said, and how good and bright he was, and willing to do anything he was told to do, but when I think how he suffered and fell away to nothing, as you might say. When I came home in the evening and saw him being washed by his grandmother, about 10 minutes after his death, I thought I would have sunk. It was a dreadful sight to see. His bones could have been counted almost. As I write about him my heart is sad, but I said the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, and blessed be the name of the Lord.
--submitted by Kathy Kirkham Reed


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