My grandfather and grandmother Brown I knew little about; they died when my father was quite young. They had three sons; Joseph, John and Jonathan.
My grandfather and grandmother Fairchild I well remember.
Grandmother died when I was four years old, in
My father, John Brown, born February 25, 1770. Their children were:
Juda Brown, born November 2, 1793
John Brown, born August 24, 1795
Eunice Brown, born August, 1794
Mary Brown, born March 2, 1799
Thirsa Brown, born July 11, 1802
Sally Brown, born February 27, 1805
Catherine Brown, born August 13, 1808
Loring G. Brown, born April 17, 1811
They were all born in
My father moved from
Mary Ann Pulsipher, born May 30, 1816
died July 14, 1816
Almira Pulsipher, born September 8, 1817
married Horras Burgess
died March 8, 1868
Nelson Pulsipher, born March 28, 1820
died May 7, 1824
Mariah Pulsipher, born June 11, 1822
married William Burgess
Sarah Pulsipher, born November 20, 1824
married John Alger
died January, 1909
John Pulsipher, born July 17, 1827
1st marriage: Rosella Huffaker
2nd marriage: Esther Barnum
died August 9, 1891
Charles Pulsipher, born April 20, 1830
Mary Ann Pulsipher, born November 20, 1833
married Thomas S. Terry
died September 17, 1913
William Pulsipher, born January 21, 1836
married Ester Chidester
died March 12, 1880
Eliza Jane Pulsipher, born July 26, 1840
married Thomas S. Terry
died May 6, 1919
Fidelia Pulsipher, born October 13, 1842
died January 8, 1846
We lived in
He helped build the
The winter we were in the Far Western part of
We stayed in Bear Creek Woods nearly two years. Then the
first Presidency had gotten out of prison and out of
Then we were called to go south three hundred miles and help
cultivate another barren desert. We have lived 10 years in this place,
I used to say when my children were small if I could live to see my children grow up and be honorable men and women, it would be all I could ask for. I have lived to see them all settled with good families, all trying to do what good they can to build up the Kingdom of God. I feel very thankful and much pleased with my children. I hope they will live and do much good; be united and be agreeable, and try to help each other and carry out the council their father and mother have given them. I write this after I am 72 years old, for my children to look at. It is written very poorly. Perhaps you cannot read it.
May God Bless You All.
By request I write a little more history and experiences.
Eight years have passed away since I wrote the little sketches. I am still
here. I will begin by my first experiences in the Methodist church. My parents
taught me to be honest, industrious, and to keep the Sabbath Day. They were
very strict Methodists. When I was about 13 years old I thought I ought to join
I write this to let my children see the darkness and ignorance the world was then in. Surely the Prophet could say darkness and sin had covered the earth, and gross darkness, the people. I rejoice that we live in a day that the true light and true gospel was shining.
I think I was in the Methodist church about 20 years before I heard the true gospel. We happened to see the Book of Mormon. We borrowed it, read it, and believed it, but did not know anything more about it. We were very anxious to know more about it. It was not long before a Mormon preacher came. We had a great many questions to ask. He told us how the Book was found and translated. He said baptism by immersion was the only right way. It was for the remission of sins. I thought that looked right. In a short time some were ready to be baptized. I wanted to be at the first opportunity, but Satan thought he would hinder it. The night before baptism, I was taken very lame with rheumatism or something. I was so sick I could not get around much. As they were fixing to go, Brother Carter said to me, "Sister Pulsipher, if you will do your duty, you shall be healed." I took a cane a hobbled to the water and went in. It was a very cold day, but I came out well, left my cane, and went away rejoicing. I was very ignorant, I had not heard anything about being confirmed, or receiving the Holy Ghost. The next evening went to meeting and the six that were baptized were there. When he put his hands on my head, he said, "Sister Pulsipher, by the authority of the Holy Priesthood and in the name of Jesus, I lay my hands on your head to bless you and to confirm you a member of the Church of Jesus Christ. I say unto you -- receive the Holy Ghost." He promised great blessings if I would be faithful. The spirit of the Lord was there. We sang, prayed, and praised God together. It was not long before the news went around that Brother and Sister Pulsipher were Mormons. Some would not believe it until they came to see us. We had plenty of visitors. Some came to try to convince us that it was all delusion. They thought they could reclaim us, but went away disconsolate. Others came to inquire. They said if we had got something better, they wanted to know it. They would be baptized and go home rejoicing.
I will mention one that came to see me. My brother-in-law, Joseph (Joe) Chidister. He lived four miles from me; he was going to move away, but could not go without seeing me. I had belonged to the same church he did. He was a preacher. He said I was the last one he thought of as being led away with such hearsay and delusions, as he thought it was. "Well," I said, "If this is what the world calls hearsay, to worship my God," said I, "I know in whom I believe." He said, "I think in about six months you will see your error. I think Mormonism will be all down flat in that time." I said, "Joseph, I have not the least idea that it will. It will stand. But if it does come down I never could go to the Methodist or another church that I know of. It would be going right into darkness." He said, "I see I cannot convince you, but I have done my duty." He cried and bid me farewell. I said, "I thank you for the kind feelings you have for me. Do not worry about me." I never saw him after that. He moved away, lived a few years and died very suddenly with heart disease. He had an appointment to preach the day he was buried. His wife, my sister, died soon after. I think they have heard the gospel preached before this time. Zera and Joseph were great friends. He had not read the Book of Mormon nor heard a sermon preached. He judged before he heard -- like so many others. If they would hear and heed, without prejudice, there would not be half so many among hearsay, delusion, and false prophets.
Well, I began to gather with the church. Went to Kirtland, there had my blessings from the first Patriarch in this church, Father Joseph Smith. He said I should have my friends with me in this church, and that I would be the means of saving and redeeming them. I believe every word, but did not understand how it could come to pass. I never heard nor thought of being baptized for the dead. He said I had left all for the gospel, I should have a hundred fold in this world and in the world to come, life everlasting, with many more good blessings if I would be faithful.
I am almost 81 years old, have lived and enjoyed myself well with my children a long time; I expect the time will come when I must leave them. I have watched over them, tried to comfort them and instruct them right. I pray that they may live in peace, be united, and keep all the commandments of God. If riches increase, set not your hearts on them, but lay up treasures in Heaven. It is the only safe place that we can lay up riches.
I would like to have my children live near together to help and comfort one another. May God bless you all.
Mary Brown Pulsipher
Autobiography of Mary Brown Pulsipher, 1880. Courtesy of www.johnpratt.com