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The Journey… by: Sherry Ibid

November 30th, 2013 · No Comments

Annie Hannah Draper Vine

Birth 5 Aug 1843 in Bath, Wiltshire, England
Death 25 Aug 1918 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, USA

Adapted from History written by Annie Draper Vine.

Remembering while walking on the wagon trail between Bountiful and Salt Lake City, Utah [about 12 miles!] having visions of pretty dishes on the table; perhaps English China, comparative to the heritage of the Draper-Miles line…

At one evenings dusk, a Father and daughter were baptized in the river. Retreating home the daughter took up the routine of “Mom” to 3 siblings and retained her secret of new faith.

At age 11, working at the custom made bench in the silk factory to reach the work, some earnings were sent home to help support the Family. Self purchased bread relived the not so savory potato-cabbage water for her meals.

Watching waves of the vast ocean in traveling to the fulfillment of the Missionaries vision to see the Promised Land at the age of 18.

Trekking by ox-team across the plains having been guided by the Lord, with a strong constitution nursing Zionites back to health.

Feeding the women despite the short legs of the catcher of a prize sage hen.

Watching the sparkle in the fire, listening to the songs and laughter at the end of the day after many miles, many months.

Praising the Lord…. Light. Memories of Whitman’s writings – “Oh you Daughters…”

Being with voyage companions in Bountiful, Utah and meeting my spouse who crossed the plains shortly before me.

Having been married in 1863 and living in a sheep wagon having once taken shelter in a cave during a storm.

Taking a journey now with bartered script to purchase the China.

Oh, what a long day this has been!

At last the arrival to the Salt Lake store only to find the ‘script’ was only merit for food and not household items.

The fruitless journey that I made that day ended with a very tired disappointed woman serving her husband his Birthday meal on her best every day polished tin plates.

These are the true memories of my Great Great Grand Aunt, Annie Draper Vine.

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