Sunday, September 13, 2015

Leaving Liverpool

Why leave a comfortable life in England, and risk a fifty-day voyage to America?  During the period of emigration from 1840 to 1890, employers, family, and friends tried to dissuade Latter-day Saints (known as Mormons) from leaving Liverpool for “the promised land.” 

“The British Saints launched their first maritime immigration to Nauvoo, Illinois (via New York) with the voyage of the Britannia on 6 June 1840, ... from the port of Liverpool ...  Twenty-one-year-old convert Thomas Callister left his homeland, the Isle of Man, 9 January 1842, to embark for Nauvoo.  He wrote, ‘I left all my relatives and friends for the gospel sake.’  …   Robert Crookston … recalled, ‘We had to sell everything at a great sacrifice. But we wanted to come to Zion and be taught by the Prophet of God.  We had the spirit of gathering so strongly that Babylon had no claim on us.’  Continual guidance was given in minute detail …” to help the emigrants make the journey.  “By mid-nineteenth century, it was considered the most active international port of emigration in the world.”  – The Tide of Mormon Migration Flowing Through the Port of Liverpool, England, Volume 1 (©2013 published in the United Kingdom) by Fred E. Woods.

Near the River Mersey docks (area now called the Waterfront) of Liverpool was the residence of the boy George Q. Cannon and his parents, George and Ann (Quayle) Cannon from the Isle of Man.  Elder John Taylor, father George’s brother-in-law, was called from Toronto to serve a mission in England for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  Arrived in Liverpool 11 January 1840, he taught the gospel to the Cannon Family including five children, and found comfort in their home at 43 Norfolk Street as headquarters during his ministry in England, Ireland, and the Isle of Man.  To this hospitable home the Apostle brought his companion, Elder Parley P. Pratt, who had arrived in England three months later.  George Cannon gave notice to his Liverpool employer 3 September 1842.  “He had previous to this offered me five shilling a week more wages …  Saturday morning about nine o’clock, 17th of Sept., 1842, we hauled out of the Waterloo dock on board the ship Sidney [450 tons], Captain Cowan [with 180 LDS passengers bound for New Orleans], and were towed by a steamer past the light ship …  On Sunday, the 18th, we all left Liverpool in good spirits …  We are now launched on the bosom of the mighty deep, and sea-sickness has made the passengers for the most part very ill.  My dear Ann is dreadfully affected with this nauseous sickness, perhaps more so on account of her pregnancy.”  As reported in the Millennial Star January 1843, Ann Quayle Cannon died aboard the ship 28 October 1842.  – Cannon Family Historical Treasury (©1967 published by George Cannon Family Association) edited by Beatrice Cannon Evans and Janath Russell Cannon.

“By 1851, the British census noted that Liverpool had a population of 367,000, the second largest city in all of England.  Nearly 90,000 Latter-day Saint converts [including many Scandinavians] migrated through the city during the nineteenth century.”  – Pioneer, Volume 62, Number 2, 2015, published by the Sons of Utah Pioneers, "Gathering Early Saints through Liverpool", by Fred E. Woods, BYU Department of Church History and Doctrine.

“Between 1830 and 1930 about forty million people left Europe in search of a new and better life.  About nine million of them sailed from Liverpool, mainly travelling to North America, Australia and New Zealand …”
– www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/kids/games-quizzes/emigrants/

Since I drove a sleek VW diesel out of Liverpool 17 August 2015, and endured a few hours of travel home to Utah, my heart has filled with gratitude for sacrifices made by my ancestors and others.  I will never forget leaving Liverpool.

Docks at Liverpool Waterfront and River Mersey



View of Norfolk Street in Liverpool, and River Mersey

View up Norfolk Street, approximately from #43; (all old commercial now)

Monday, August 31, 2015

What's OK in UK

OK, I know it’s been over a month since my last post – a relief for readers, a break for worn-out me.  To prepare for my two-week Hilton genealogy trip to the UK, my sweetheart asked me to clear the garage, and convert my office to a guest bedroom for grandchild sleepovers.  After six years of carefully collecting all that I shall ever need, it was a chore.  Backyard improvement and finding the garage door opener also faced the deadline.  So that explains my neglect and ... bad back.  Good luck!

Having sufficiently recovered (walking, not running) just in time, I flew 8/7 (7/8 in UK) with my generous client neighbor to Amsterdam and Manchester, enduring the pain with the help of some smashing on-board movies.  I learned a lot.  Delta or KLM lost a lot, namely my big checked bag, dutifully delivered to our hotel two days later.  I managed OK in UK, as I was savvy enough to have packed critical items in my carry-on luggage.  No problem, mate.

As you know, “The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, commonly known as the United Kingdom (UK) or Britain, is a sovereign state in Europe.”  – Wikipedia
And, of course, “The U.K., made up of England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, is an island nation in northwestern Europe.  England – birthplace of Shakespeare and The Beatles ...”  – Google
(We passed the carriageway exit to Shakespeare’s birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon, in my hurry to get on with research straight away.  Mrs. Cannon, my favorite English teacher, would have stopped to pay homage to the "Bard of Avon."  The Beatles Story museum below our hotel in Liverpool was a must-see, however – just a few steps away.  OK, with limited time in UK, it was a matter of priority.)

What else is OK in UK?

The blessing of lovely, cool weather for two weeks, with a few nice sprinkles of rain in England.  Good fortune to have my patched, second-hand London Fog jacket from Salvation Army, to not look like a tourist.

My driving our VW on the wrong (I mean left) side of the road most of the time – quickly correcting at other times to avoid head-on collisions.  (My PTSD has finally abated.)
Super-fast traffic flow, as we were in a hurry to find our way to libraries, etc.
A plethora of roundabouts (traffic circles) with endless opportunity to see the four or five exit signs over and over again, then decide which way by process of elimination.
A shared sense of humor and calming of nerves.

British-speak, a sort of foreign, fast language with slang you can now learn on YouTube:
bloke (man)
half six (6:30)
football (soccer)
motorway (freeway)
smashing (very good!)
rubbish, dust bin (trash can)
bob in, pop in (arrive unexpectedly)
mate (buddy  usually a male stranger)
lovely, straight away, sorry (excuse me)
gent’s toilet or lavatory (men’s restroom)
booking (hotel or restaurant reservation, e.g.)

All-I-can-eat buffet “cooked” breakfast at Premier Inn hotels, our favorite research headquarters.
McDonald’s fast food, familiar service and toilets, saving time for more research – “I’m lovin’ it.”
Poundworld stores (like my beloved Dollar Tree in America) where everything costs a pound, and tourists find things forgotten at home or not allowed through airport security.
Staples office-supply store across the street from our Preston hotel – so helpful!

Unlimited photography allowed at Lancashire Archives in Preston the first week, for a reasonable fee of five pounds per day.  (With fast, free photos in other libraries added to that, I captured a couple thousand images of ancient documents and books that apparently have never been microfilmed/digitized.) Such a deal!

A metered parking place by a football field over a mile away from the British Library and train station in busy central London – OK because I was smart to have bought new walking shoes before the trip.  Energy fare at McD by the station – our comfort food.

North Wales, a beautiful world with everything bilingual (Welsh and English) – especially in the library at Prestatyn (pron. Pres-STAW-ton) town on the coast.  The best fish-&-chips shop and eight-room hotel in all of UK.

Walking up and down Norfolk Street where my ancestors, the George Cannon Family, lived by the Liverpool Waterfront.  (The neighborhood is now old commercial; a new 4th-floor terrace provides a commanding view of the area,)

Last but not least, the historic Liverpool Ward of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, where we made an unexpected contact with a Hilton family member, and gained some new friends Brother Hilton and I will never forget.
Feeling the Spirit there.  Memories to last an eternity.

OK, not so fast, I know; but I felt compelled to share as I forget the painful moments, and recall the lovely times.




Liverpool Waterfront, River Mersey, and ferry to Isle of Man

Friday, July 24, 2015

Pioneer Day

Recalling “The Rich Trek” I posted 20 July 2014: “This week, Utahns celebrate Pioneer Day ...”
The Riches and Cannons made the trek a few months after that first group of pioneers.  “From Winter Quarters, now Omaha, Nebraska, to what was to become Salt Lake City, Utah, is approximately eleven hundred miles, as the pioneer companies went.  Leaving Elkhorn, the rendezvous for the trekkers a few miles out from the river, on the twenty-first of June, the Riches [and Cannons] arrived at their destination exactly one hundred and three days later, on October 2, 1847.  They had bettered the time made by the pioneer company by a full week.  The company in which the Rich family traveled to the West numbered about two thousand persons.”  (Charles Coulson Rich, p. 131)
“The situation in which this small colony of Mormons found themselves, from the autumn of 1847 to the summer of 1848, was extremely critical …  Perhaps no group of people in pioneer America was put so clearly and certainly on the spot.  …”  (Charles Coulson Rich, pages 142-143)

Relating to the purpose of the 1847 pioneer treks, George Q. Cannon wrote 36 years later, “I was much impressed by a remark made to me lately by an eminent man.  ‘It is very wonderful,’ said he, speaking of the Latter-day Saints, ‘that a colony of religious exiles in the heart of the continent should be contending to-day for precisely the same principles of liberty that the men of our American revolution battled for.’  He could see our true position.  …”  (April 1, 1883, Juvenile Instructor 18:99)
Gospel Truth - Volume  2, Discourses and Writings of President George Q. Cannon, compiled by Jerreld L. Newquist, p. 347.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Freedom!!!

On this Independence Day of the United States of America,
I remember the cry of freedom that God heard.


Monday, June 1, 2015

Comments by Text or Email

Just a fast comment to thank LFF readers for five years of wonderful comments -- all saved and treasured by Blogger and my Notepad.
Since I disabled Blogger's user-unfriendly Comments feature 5/30/2015, (changed Embedded to Hide) to simplify the blog for everyone, readers may text or email comments.

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Again, sincere thanks to all!


View of Cannon Beach from Ecola State Park

Cannon Beach, Oregon

Pool art at Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesin West, Scottsdale, AZ

Who says the horizon should be level?

Our frontier winter clouds

Our frontier memory grove replaced by new homes

Brothers – best friends forever


Photo by proud papa, plus six pics by Kay & Ned, not previously posted.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Ancestors: Get Acquainted!

Our ancestors want us to know more about them.  I am reminded especially at this time of year.  In the FamilySearch Blog, Diane Sagers posted this last Wednesday, May 20:
“...  Flowers were everywhere. We dressed in our new summer clothes, played with cousins we didn’t often see, had picnics and potluck dinners, and heard family stories over our ancestors’ headstones. In our community, Memorial Day was about remembering everyone who had died.”

Memorial Day is the perfect time to remember the importance of genealogy and family history research
By Barry Ewell , founder of MyGenShare.com
For the Deseret News,  published May 25, 2013.
“Summary: As this Memorial Day approaches, I feel an appreciation and love for my family — living and past. My thoughts turn to my family, my heritage, my linage[lineage] and the difference each person in the chain of time has made to who I am.”

“... the final Monday of May. Formerly known as Decoration Day, it was established after the U.S. Civil War on May 5, 1868, to remember the men and women who died while serving in the armed forces. Decoration Day referred to the practice of laying or decorating flowers on graves to remember the fallen soldiers of the Civil War and as a sign of healing. The name Memorial Day was first used in 1888, and after World War I was extended to honor all Americans who died while in military service.”

“…  The steps of the journey toward learning more about our progenitors are guided by the questions we ask. With each answer comes another question. In time, a sense of connection and a bond that spans generations begins. Each individual ancestor contributed in some way to your very existence.”
–  deseretnews.com

My Dictionary of Humorous Quotations ©1949 by Evan Esar, quotes Baron Lytton, 1803-1873, English novelist and dramatist:  “A man who has ancestors is like a representative of the past.”

I suggest a visit to FamilySearch.org!  Sign In (free), click on Family Tree and Tree, click on an ancestor’s name, click MEMORIES in the person’s box that comes up, and see Photos, Documents, Stories; and now you can hear Audio! Then Sign Out (click on your name), share with your family, and add to the memories.

Our ancestors’ lives inspire us.  Let's get acquainted!








Three pics from FamilySearch.org, using Snipping Tool

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

About Me in 30 Seconds

"A 'Me in 30 Seconds' statement is a simple way to present to someone a balanced understanding of who you are."  – ldsjobs.org
(Start timer here for a fast read :)

Dogs don't like me.  My expert-dog-lover friend recently explained, "They bark at you because they sense that you are an alpha dog."  That is how I learned the reason, and found out what I am – so late in life.  Notwithstanding my boyhood love for "Lassie", I know I wasn't born to manage those wonderful companion animals.

Books love me.  They follow me home from the public library when I drop by to recycle, mesmerize me at B&N when I stop for hot chocolate, and beg my attention during thrift-store walkabouts.  I try to avoid yard sales.

Games are not my thing.  Our grandchildren invite me to play chess, Monopoly, and video games ... because they know I will lose.  
My fun-loving wife sometimes lets me win at Scrabble – so sweet!

On a serious note, I love my forever family, and find true joy in the gospel of Jesus Christ.  I want us to follow Him, and be happy.  That's balanced.


Find the word DOG in three seconds.