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My Aunt Doris

Doris Berrett

Doris Berrett Wright 1922 – 2019

My Aunt Doris died January 30, 2019.  She was the sibling next to my dad in family order and was four years older than he was.  With her death, Dad is now the last of Tom and Hattie Berrett’s children still alive.  Theirs was a large and spread out family with the first child born in 1903 and the 8th (my Dad) born in 1926.

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Mark and Doris Berrett – about 1929/30

Doris Berrett - 1945

1945 – “To Mark Richard — Love, your Sis”

Doris on mission 1946

Doris as a missionary in 1946

Aunt Doris’ death has left me with a feeling of loss that I didn’t expect.  She and I didn’t spend a lot of time together, and in my adult years our interactions were limited to family reunions or visits with my dad to her apartment in a senior residence facility.  As I’ve thought about these feelings, I’ve realized that my sadness comes because Aunt Doris was my last living link to generations of strong Brown/Berrett women.   I never really knew my Grandma Berrett who died when I was only 10, and the generations before her I am acquainted with only through old pictures and written histories they left behind.  Aunt Doris was living proof of the strength, faithfulness and love that my ancestral grandmothers shared.  And I loved her for that!

Mark, Myrtle, Maurice, Doris, 1989

Berrett Siblings, 1989 – Maurice, Myrtle, Doris, Mark

It’s humbling to realize that with Aunt Doris’ passing, I have become one of the current generation of strong Brown/Berrett women.
I hope I can make them proud.



Picturing a successful marriage

Berrett, Harriet & Thomas wedding

Hattie and Tom Berrett – 7 May 1902

For as long as I can remember, I have loved this photograph of my paternal grandparents, Harriet Lydia Brown and Thomas Francis Berrett, on their wedding day.  The original, on display in my dad’s living room, is a round, metal picture, and I’ve always called it a tintype, having no idea if it really is.

Hattie was 18 years old and Tom was 20 when they were married on 7 May 1902 in the LDS temple in Salt Lake City, Utah.  They didn’t travel any distance away for a honeymoon, but quietly settled into the important business of homemaking and farming on part of his father’s farm.  The Berretts had 8 children, 7 of whom lived to be adults, and they had been married 55 years when Tom passed away in 1957.

I love the way Grandma Berrett is sitting, leaning towards her adored husband.  She looks confident, calm, and at the same time, just a little bit spirited.  I only knew my grandmother as an older lady – serious, proper and reserved.  But this picture reminds me that she was once young and in love and probably bubbling with personality.  Her dress and head piece are beautifully simple, and I’m assuming she and/or her mother made her ensemble.  I love to think about her picking out the fabric and trim to make the perfect dress for her special day.

Remember that creating a successful marriage is like farming:
you have to start over again every morning.
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.


Save the last dance for me

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Undated photo of a dance in North Ogden.
That young man in the upper center in front of the wooden box/pallet appears to be a very handsome Mark Berrett.

School and church dances were a big part of my dad’s high school years, and he and his peers used dance cards to plan those evenings.  A dance card was a booklet with a decorative cover and included on the inside pages dance titles, sponsoring organization, chaperones, and a list of those with whom the lady intended to dance.   Dance cards were used mainly at formal dances in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s, but continued in some high school settings until the early 1950s when Rock and Roll led to much more informal dances.


Dance Card for the North Ogden Harvest Ball held November 19, 1943

V. Persis Dewey’s 1918 pamphlet “Tips to Dancers: Good Manners for Ballroom and Dance Hall” explains proper etiquette for dance cards.

“The programs are distributed at the door, in the cloak room, or during a grand march. It is the duty of the man to make out the programs for the lady whom he has escorted to the dance and for himself. It is best to make out the programs all at once and as early in the evening as possible.

“In filling out a program, the man should write his name on the first line of his lady’s program, and her name on his. To indicate their dances, a double cross xx should be used.

“At a program dance where the men and women come separately, each one keeps his or her own program. When the man invites a lady to dance he writes his name on her program after the number they decide to dance together.”


Dance Card from the Easter Parade Dance
April 7, 1944


Note the catchy names  – no political correctness here!


I’m not sure if this card was Dad’s or his date’s, but it appears that the rules for dance cards had relaxed a bit since 1918.


More recently the expression “dance card” has been used figuratively, as when someone says, “pencil me in to your dance card,” or “my dance card is full” indicating interest or lack thereof in pursuing a relationship.

Put me on the stage

Dad JH ID card

Junior High Identification Card 1941-42

The last couple of weeks I’ve been transcribing my dad’s mission journal.  Today I realized that I had the remnants of Dad’s high school scrapbook.  75 years old, filled with yellowed newspaper clippings and deteriorating photos the scrapbook gives a look at Dad before he became our father, grandfather and great grandfather.

I think I was most surprised to find out that Dad had been in the Junior High play “Keep Smiling.”  On stage?  Acting?  Costumes?  I would never have believed it if I hadn’t found this proof.

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That’s a very young Mark Berrett in the center of the back row.

Dad in junior high cast

Mark (the tall one in the back row) and fellow cast members in front of the stage in the school auditorium

Who knew Dad had a secret life as an actor!
I wonder what else we’re going to learn about him?

Sailing on the Amazon

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The Amazon

On June 4, 1863, the Amazon set sail for America with the Brown family on board.  Eliza, her father, John and brother, George were among the 800+ Mormon immigrants bound for a new life.  As the ship left the dock, the mood was one of celebration and excitement. However, they soon discovered that they would face some real challenges on the slow sailing vessel.

Raw provisions were dealt out each week in meager quantities and they took turns using a small number of stoves that were available for cooking.  Included in their provisions was their daily ration of a pint of “fresh” water. They mainly used the water for cooking since they could hardly drink it because it was so foul and blackish.  The passengers’ water supply had been put in new barrels, and after a short time it became warm and stagnant and practically undrinkable.  It tasted like the new wood and gave off a terrible odor.  Eliza said that she only had one drink of good water during the whole trip, and that drink was given to her by a kind-hearted sailor who got it from the crew’s limited supply.

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Passenger list – The Brown family is about halfway down the page.

The trip took 44 days, and sea sickness was common.  Some days the wind would blow the ship in the right direction, but then would change direction and blow the ship back towards England for a couple of days.  But the travelers knew they would eventually reach land, and this helped keep their spirits up.

Eliza and her family arrived in New York on July 18, 1863, right in the thick of the Civil War. They took a boat up the Hudson River and then began their land travel to the west.  Many of the railroad passenger cars were being used to transport soldiers and were not available for civilian travel.  The Saints were continually delayed because of the War, and the atmosphere was one of tension and excitement.  They were ten days making the trip from Albany, New York to St. Joseph, Missouri,  including two days and a night they had to stand up in filthy cattle cars since they couldn’t get a passenger train.  From St. Joseph they traveled up the Missouri River to Florence, Nebraska where they were met by a caravan of ox-teams and made ready to continue their journey across the American plains to Utah.

This information is taken from a history
recorded by Eliza’s son, Nephi James Brown.

Uncommercial Travelers

On 20 May 1863 Eliza, her father John Brown, and her brother George left their village of West Lavington to begin their trip to Utah.  It took about two weeks to get to London and make preparations for their journey.  Their ship, The Amazon, was anchored in the Thames River and a group of 882 Saints went on board.


Passenger list from the Amazon – bound for New York.
The Brown family is listed about halfway down the page.

Emigrant ships full of travelers going to America were not an uncommon sight at the docks.  However, this ship caught the interest of the English writer, Charles Dickens, and he went aboard the ship before it sailed.  He was curious to know why and where such a large group of emigrants was going and to find out what was the motivation behind their travel.  Family history reports that among those Dickens interviewed were Eliza and George and their father. His impressions of his visit that day of June 4, 1863 appeared in his book, “The Uncommercial Traveler.”  (And whether or not it really is our Eliza who is featured, the link is to an excerpt from the book that is very interesting and worth at least a quick read.)

The following excerpt is the conversation as Dickens published in his book.

“But nobody is in an illtemper, nobody is the worse for drink, nobody swears an oator uses a coarse word, nobody appears depressed, nobody is weeping, and down upon the deck in evercorner where it is possible to find a few square feet to kneel, crouch, or lie in, people, in everunsuitable attitude for writing, are writing letters.

“Now, I have seen emigrant ships before this day in June. And these people are so strikingldifferent from all other people in like circumstances whom I have ever seen, that I wonder aloud, Whawould a stranger suppose these emigrants to be!
The vigilant bright face of the weatherbrowned captain of the”Amazon” is at my shoulder, anhe says, ‘What, indeed! The most of these came aboard yesterday evening. They came from various partof England in small parties that had never seen one another before. Yet they had not been a couple ohours on board, when they established their own police, made their own regulations, and set their owwatches at all the hatchways. Before nine oclock, the ship was as orderly and as quiet as a manofwar.’

“Similarly on this same head, the Uncommercial underwent discomfiture from a Wiltshire laborer: simple fresh colored farm laborer, of eightandthirty, [Eliza’s father, John] who at one time stood beside him looking on anew arrivals, and with whom he held this dialogue:

“UNCOMMERCIAL: Would you mind my asking you what part of the country you come from?
     WILTSHIRE: Not a bit. Theer [there]! (Exultingly) Ive worked all my life o Salisbury Plain, righunder the shadder o Stonehenge. You mightnt think it, but I haive [have].
UNCOMMERCIAL: And a pleasant country too.
     WILTSHIRE: Ah! Tis a pleasant country.
UNCOMMERCIAL: Have you any family on board?
     WILTSHIRE: Two children, boy and gal. I am a widderer [widower], I am, and Im going out alonger mboy and gal. Thats my gal, and shes a fine gal o sixteen (pointing out the girl who is writing bthe boat). Ill go and fetch my boy. Id like to show you my boy. (Here Wiltshire disappears, anpresently comes back with a big shy boy of twelve, in a superabundance of boots, who is not at all glato be presented.) He is a fine boy too, and a boy fur [for] to work! (Boy having undutifully bolted,Wiltshire drops him.)
UNCOMMERCIAL: It must cost you a great deal of money to go so far, three strong.
     WILTSHIRE: A power of money. Theer [There]! Eight shillen a week, eight shillen a week, eighshillen a week, put by out of the weeks wages for ever so long.
UNCOMMERCIAL: I wonder how you did it.
     WILTSHIRE:recognising [recognizing] in this a kindred spirit). See there now! I wonder how I donit! But what with a bit o subscription heer [here], and what with a bit o help theer [there], it werdone at last, though I dont hardly know how. Then [p. 227] it were unfortnet for us, you see, as wgot kep in Bristol so longnigh a fortnight, it wereon accounts of a mistake wi Brother HallidaySwallerd up money, it did, when we might have come straight on.
UNCOMMERCIAL:(delicately approaching Joe Smith). You are of the Mormon religion, of course?
     WILTSHIRE: (confidently). O yes, Im a Mormon. (Then reflectively). Im a Mormon. (Then, lookinround the ship, feigns to descry a particular friend in an empty spot, and evaded the Uncommercial forevermore.)”

Maybe we really are published!

Weekly Family History Calendar


This week in our family history we can celebrate two birthdays.

20 February 1767 – Robert Comfort:  my fourth great-grandfather through my mother’s line was born in Ulster, New York.  That’s 219 years ago!  He was 8 years old when the Revolutionary War started.

The pedigree:
Joyce Pratt Berrett -> Madalene Roberts Pratt -> Ezra Nahum Roberts ->
Annie Elizabeth Slingerland Roberts -> Nancy Comfort Slingerland -> Robert Comfort

 *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

20 February 1834 – F. Edward Toone:  my second great grandfather through my dad’s line was born in 1834 in South Molton, Devenshire, England.  He was born 183 years ago.


F. Edward Toone – undated photo

The pedigree:
Mark Richard Berrett -> Thomas Francis Berrett ->
Annie Elizabeth Toone  -> F. Edward Toone 

Weekly Family History Calendar

I’m going to try a new weekly feature that I saw on another family history blog.  Each week I’ll post a calendar of births and marriages in our family history, and I’ll try to include a little information about those individuals.


February 14, 1878 – My great-grandparents through my father’s paternal line, Annie Elizabeth Toone and Richard Thomas Berrett were married on Valentine’s Day, 139 years ago.


Richard Thomas Berrett and Annie Elizabeth on their wedding day, 1878


February 18, 1820 – My 3rd great-grandfather through my mother’s maternal line, Taylor Buker was born in Bishops Mills, Ontario, Canada.  I have no pictures and very little information about him, but I’ll keep searching!

Let’s celebrate!

Her greatest hope

Eliza’s parent, John Brown and Sarah Mundy, were the first in their locality of West Lavington, Wiltshire, England to embrace the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints – – the Mormons.  They were baptized in about 1845-46 after being taught by missionaries in their area.   Eliza’s decision to be baptized in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as a young girl, was probably the greatest influence on the experiences of her adult life.

It was while working at the silk factory when she was just past eight years old, that she, her sister Sarah, and a friend Annie Draper were baptized in May 1856,  by Elder Edward Hansen, a missionary from Salt Lake City, Utah.  Of course there was no church building in the little village, so  Eliza was baptized in a boat canal.  Family history tells that she was baptized in the “darkness of the night.”  I’m not certain of the religious climate of the little villages in Wiltshire in the mid 1800s, but perhaps night baptisms were to avoid harassment or persecution from townspeople who were opposed to the Mormons.


If Eliza was working at the silk factory in Devizes, this canal, the Kennet and Avon Canal may be the one in which her baptism took place.  photo credit 

While Eliza was being baptized, the Elder somehow lost hold of her and she floated down stream.  Can you imagine the concern that must have caused among the onlookers?  She was rescued by the excited group and revived with some difficulty. Her life was spared through their quick action, faith and prayers.


Not the same canal Eliza was baptized, but perhaps it looked something like this. photo credit

Eliza was true to her religion, and regardless of where she was working she found the Church meeting place and regularly attended meetings.  In her early teenage years she had to walk five miles to Sunday meetings of the LDS group, but continued faithful attendance. At that time her greatest hope was to immigrate to Utah and join with the Saints in that great free country.  She helped her father as best she could to save money to make the trip.

Finally when she was 16 years old, Eliza, along with her father and her brother George, left England for Zion.   But that’s another story for another day.

170 years ago today

In honor of my great-grandmother’s birthday,
I’m repeating a post from my personal blog.

Eliza Brown White Brown

For as long as I can remember, I have giggled at this great grandmother’s name (my father’s maternal grandmother).  After all, “Eliza Brown White Brown” has quite a rhythm – she was born Eliza Brown, married John White, then married Thomas Brown.  But after reading – really reading – her history, my feelings have been focused, and her unusual name has become a standard of hard work and perseverance and deserves my greatest respect.

As I read the account of her life, I found myself studying her picture and pondering.  How I wish I had known her!  My heart was touched when I thought about that little girl living in an unfamiliar home as a housekeeper and nanny when just a child herself.  What a heartbreak that must have been for her parents, and what a difficult experience for her.

In honor of her birthday, the following is an excerpt from her history written by her son, Nephi James Brown, detailing her early years.  In later posts I’ll share events of her adult life.  She truly was a remarkable woman.

Eliza was born in the country town of West Lavington, Wiltshire, England– the daughter of John Brown and Sarah Mundy.  When she was about three years old, her mother died of a sudden illness at just 34 years old.  Eliza went to live with her maternal grandparents, William and Elizabeth Mundy, who were very kind to her.  About the first things she remembered while she was living with them was having a little red chair and two or three very meager toys to play with.  The grandparents were not really in a position to keep her very long.  About a year later, Eliza’s father married Jane Wilkins, and Eliza then returned home to live with them.  When she was about five years old, she began to go to school in a little thatched roof schoolhouse where the morning was spent in reading, writing, and spelling.  In the afternoon she was taught sewing.  Owing to the poor circumstances of her father, she was only permitted to go to school a short time after she was eight years old.  It seems incredible that she ever learned to read and write as well as she could during her lifetime with such a meager amount of school.  At that time in England it seemed that child labor was encouraged rather than restricted, unlike later years when they were compelled to keep children in school until 14 years of age.  Eliza always greatly regretted that she only had about two and a  half years of schooling.

Her first employment commenced when she was a little past eight years old in a silk factory [winding silk threads on little spools] – hard work, and long hours for the unbelievable small amount of 10 cents a day – a ten hour day – one cent an hour – 6 days a week.  She continued her work at the silk factory for about 9 months.  She paid 12 cents a week for a place to sleep.

Eliza next went to Bristol as a servant girl for her Aunt Ann Dyer.  She lived there and at two other places in Bristol, working hard for her board and lodging.  She received however, in addition thereto, a salary of 12 cents a week. At the last two places, her work was very hard, and food in very scanty quantities.  From Bristol, she returned to West Lavington and worked in a bakery, where she was given quite fair treatment.

Old houses and church in Potterne, England – 1898
from ecard

From there she went to Potterne and worked in a grocery store.  Here she endured the greatest hardships of any place she worked in England.  Besides her daily grinding routine of hard work, she had the care of four children, including a pair of twins.  Her living consisted of only bread and molasses, and was dealt out to her in meager quantities.  Her strength was so reduced, and her undernourishment through lack of food so apparent, she left and went back to her father and stepmother.  After regaining her health and strength at home through having sufficient food, she again went out into servitude.  At one home where she worked for a period of 6 months she was given her board and room, and in addition an increased salary of 24 cents a week.

Eliza worked at the silk factory and a driving, unrelenting housework for six years, from the time she was eight years old until she was fourteen.  She left the driving routine which had hounded her youthful years in March, 1861 – and also the harsh discipline of her hard-hearted bosses, and returned to her father’s home to live.  Her prior employers had demanded all work from her without giving her any time to play.  This change [move home] was made necessary because of the death of her stepmother, Jane Wilkins Brown.  Eliza kept house for her father and her brother George, , a rented house in the beautiful peaceful country town of West Lavington for a little more than two years.

Granddaughter, Myrtle B. Maathuis (my aunt) recalled that Grandma had marks on the back of her hands where she had been whipped for picking up scraps from under the table at one of the early places where she worked.

Granddaughter Afton B. DeHaan related that Grandma told her that while working in homes the days were hard and she had very little food.  In one home she had to sleep in the attic.  The lady of the house would give her one slice of “current bread” a day.  She [the lady] would butter it, then scrape the butter off – “bread and butter scrape.”

I am humbled.

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