Excursion to the St. George Temple, December, 1880
We left Springville 15 December, 1880 to work in the temple. In our company was my Father, Aunt Ann, her son, Charles, and I, and Edwin Whiting, Aunt Elizabeth Whiting, or Grandma, as we usually called her, Uncle Lucious and Aunt Clara were with them.
It was a long, cold trip for old people at that time of the year, camping out most every night, nearly freezing. Father and Charles would sleep on the ground, Aunt Ann and I in the wagon. Grandma Whiting and Aunt Clara slept in the wagon. Grandpa Whiting and Uncle Lute on the ground. It was a great sacrifice to make at that time of the year, but we enjoyed the trip.
A young man from Springville was along with us. He was going to St. George to bring his mother home. She had been down there visiting her daughter. He had a stove in his wagon, so us young folks would ride with him part of the time where it was nice and warm. We used to have good times around the camp fire at night, singing and telling stories. Uncle Lute was as young as the rest of us and seemed to enjoy it just as well.
While at St. George we got acquainted with a lot of young folks and went out to parties and had enjoyable times while there.
I went through the temple and did my own work on the 28th of December, 1880, working every day the temple was open for work after that while we were there, working and being baptized for the dead. We were there the last part of 1880 and the first part of 1881.
In May 1882
The summer before I was married Aunt Clara and I went to the canyon to cook for our brothers and some other young men. We first went to Millfork in Spanish Fork Canyon, getting out ties for the railroad. We girls went with Ed on a load of bailed hay, with two yoke of oxen, taking us two days to go a distance of 35 miles, where they go in an hour or two now. It was the year before we were married, but I have always called it our honeymoon, as when Ed and I were married the next April, the crops had to be planted and there was no time for a honeymoon.
Frances Perry Snow
18 January 1938
Frances E. Snow
For seventy years I've been plodding along
Perhaps not amounting to much;
But I have tried with a smile
To do something worth while
That will leave a magical touch.
And if I have succeeded in any one thing
That will help my family so dear
I will try to press on as long as I live
To try to comfort and cheer.
May I help my dear children, with their many cares
In raising their children, so dear;
That they will grow up to honor and bless
Their God-given parents, so dear.
My grandchildren, too, with their little ones,
May they protect them from sorrow and sin,
May they grow up to be as the limbs of a tree,
From which their parents have come.
Dear brothers, sisters, friends and relatives dear,
May I help you down life's rugged road;
May you always press on in the work of the Lord,
Holding fast to the Golden rod.
I have tried all my life to be a good wife,
My husband to comfort and cheer
I do hope and pray that I have lived every day
To merit a blessing from God.
Copy of verses written to
Frances Perry Snow by her Brother
Lewis Rosalvo Perry
while on mission to Pennsylvania - March 20, 1898
O sister, dear sister the words sent to me
Was surely a comfort as I don't feel free.
The people I labor among, some do say,
That we are the outlaws in Pennsylvania.
They think that we should be mobbed out of Town
Because we are distributing our tracts all around.
God being my helper, if this is his will
I hope to be able this mission to fill.
Now since I have been in this rough Town
The families visited I have put down.
This number when told is two hundred or more.
Claiming to be Christians and kind to the poor.
Now in my travels for two weeks around
In the city of Pittston few friends I have found.
I have labored with patience for their own good,
To show them the way to get back to God.
But all seems in vain, the message they won't heed.
They say they have all the gospel they need.
But if they don't repent of the ways they take
God won't receive them when they meet at the gate.
Thirteen months ago today
I left my home and was hurled away
Leaving my friends and relatives dear,
Hopeing [sic] to find some others to cheer.
This I have done and done it with care
For God has heard and answered my prayer.
There is a few souls that have been saved
From the firey furnace by the liquid grave.
Much sickness and trouble we have to endure.
And if we are faithful, Salvation is sure.
There is cares, there is trouble, there is sorrow and pain.
We must endure them all and honor His name.
And now in conclusion I wish to say
May God bless the people and hasten the day
When they will give heed and listen
To what the Mormon Missionaries may say.