Daughter of James Loader and Amy Britnell
Married Thomas Edwin Ricks, 27 Mar 1857, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Sarah Eleanor Ricks, Joel Ricks, Clarinda Ricks, Charinda Ricks, Maria Loader Ricks, Ann Ricks, Luamelia Ricks, Amy Eliza Ricks
Tamar Loader Ricks
Written by Tamar Loader Ricks
My parents were James Loader and Amy Britnell. My father was born July 10, 1799 at Chinor and my mother April 2, 1802 at Anston, both in Oxfordshire, England. They heard and received the gospel about 1850. They were the parents of thirteen children, four sons and nine daughters. Nine of their children came to Utah and four remained in London.
I was born in Snowden, September 8, 1833. My father, mother and seven children sailed for America in the fall of 1855, but I remained in Liverpool with my brother-in-law and wife, John Jaques and my sister Zilpah, until May 1856 when we sailed for America.
We arrived in Boston the last of June 1856 and proceeded to Iowa where I jhoined my parents, brothers and sisters. My brother-in-law, John Jaques, went back to St. Loyuis soon after to assist in bringing up another company, also handcarts for our journey to the valleys. We were assigned to Edward Martin's company. At Florence, Nebraska I was taken very ill, brought about by exposure and hardships. We were visited there by Apostle John Taylor and Franklin D. Richards, who blessed me and promised me that I should yet be able to walk, for at that time I was bent over and could not straighten up.
In Nebraska the Indians were very troublesome and we were cautioned as to the selection of our camping grounds, to choose them where the grass was not high enough to conceal Indians who were always on the alert for an attack.
My father was now fifty-seven years old, and was small in stature and not very robust. His occupation in England all his life had been that of a gardener and unused to such hardships as he was now called to endure, such as drawing loaded carts during the day and often standing guard at night. He began to fail in health, but the love of the gospel burned bright in his soul and he looked forward to our safe arrival in the valleys, for as he would carry me weak and ill from the wagon each night into our tent, he endeavored to cheer me with "I believe I shall see my dear daughter safely reach the valley yet."
In September his strength failed and he was placed in a handcart, which was drawn by his four daughters. On the eve of September 23, 1856 he was carried into the prayer circle and assisted in singing "Come, Come Ye Saints." The following day he lay unconscious and during the night he passed away and was buried in the morning near a lone pine tree in Ash Hollow, Nebraska, a spot well known to the pioneers. The company proceeded on its way as deaths were frequent and the following evening the howling of wolves told the sorrowing family that they had scented the newly covered grave. My mother was prostrated for some days after my father's death. She was unable to walk and had to be placed in one of the supply wagons to ride.
On account of the lateness of the season we were subjected to frequent storms that grew worse in severity. We often had to sweep the snow from the frozen ground before making our beds, and were rationed more closely than before and many lives of our company were lost before arriving in the valleys, some froze to death and others losing their limbs through having been frozen.
At the Platte River we were met by a relief train from Utah, bringing us food and supplies. At this point the handcarts were abandoned and the company comfortably housed in wagons which was a great relief to the weary, footsore travelers and great cause for rejoicing.
My mother's family of children all arrived safely and the promise to me was fulfilled, made by Apostles Taylor and Richards, that I would be able to walk straight before we arrived in the valleys of Utah.
Joel Parrish and Thomas E. Ricks were two of the teamsters in the company. They had been pioneers since 1848 and were residents of Centerville and Farmington. As it had been the custom of the early settlers to share and divide their homes and substance with the "newcomers", I was offered a home in the family of Thomas E. Ricks. My mother, four daughters and one son going to Pleasant Grove to her son-in-law John Dalling, and daughter Ann Loader Dalling, where they located. Mother remained there until her death, July 24, 1885.
It the following spring, on March 27, 1857, I was married to Thomas E. Ricks, being in my 24th year. We made our home in Farmington two years, where my eldest daughter, Amy, was born. In 1859 Cache Valley was being settled and on learning of the facilities for farming and stock raising in that valley we moved there in November of that year. Six children were born to us in Logan, one son and five daughters. The little son died in infancy and some years later we also laid our little daughters Clarinda and Annie to rest, both buried in Logan.
We remained in Logan 25 years and saw it grow from a wilderness to a thriving, prosperous city. My husband becoming known as one especially adapted for colonizing, was called upon to take his family and remove to Idaho and settle in that part of the Snake River valley then known as Fremont County. In response to this call we moved there in May 1884 and located in the place later known as Rexburg.
My eldest daughter, Amy and husband, Alpha Jaques and my second daughter Sarah Ellen and husband, John Dalling, with their families settled in Sugar City. My third daughter, Maria, and her husband, John Smellie, for some years lived in Rexburg, then moved to Canada.
My youngest daughter, Lou Amelia, born November 24, 1874, a most beautiful girl of 16 years and the sole companion of my old age, died of membranous croup March 24, 1891. I could not have survived the sorrow that attended this separation had not God sustained me.
(Tamar's husband, Thomas, died in 1901, having founded Ricks College. After his death, she lived in the house he had built for her until she was 83 years of age. Then she moved to Sugar City where she lived with her daughter Sarah Ellen Dalling until her death on February 1, 1924.)
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The Life Summary of Tamar Britnell
When Tamar Britnell Loader was born on 8 September 1833, in Aston Rowant, Oxfordshire, England, United Kingdom, her father, James Loader, was 34 and her mother, Amy Britnell, was 31. She married Thomas Edwin Ricks on 27 March 1857, in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 2 sons and 6 daughters. She lived in Cache, Utah, United States in 1860 and Salem, Madison, Idaho, United States in 1920. She died on 1 February 1924, in Sugar City, Madison, Idaho, United States, at the age of 90, and was buried in Rexburg, Madison, Idaho, United States
Contributor: Anonymus (49652506)
Married Thomas Edwin Ricks, 27 Mar 1857, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Sarah Eleanor Ricks, Joel Ricks, Clarinda Ricks, Charinda Ricks, Maria Loader Ricks, Ann Ricks, Luamelia Ricks, Amy Eliza Ricks
Tamar Loader Ricks
Written by Tamar Loader Ricks
My parents were James Loader and Amy Britnell. My father was born July 10, 1799 at Chinor and my mother April 2, 1802 at Anston, both in Oxfordshire, England. They heard and received the gospel about 1850. They were the parents of thirteen children, four sons and nine daughters. Nine of their children came to Utah and four remained in London.
I was born in Snowden, September 8, 1833. My father, mother and seven children sailed for America in the fall of 1855, but I remained in Liverpool with my brother-in-law and wife, John Jaques and my sister Zilpah, until May 1856 when we sailed for America.
We arrived in Boston the last of June 1856 and proceeded to Iowa where I jhoined my parents, brothers and sisters. My brother-in-law, John Jaques, went back to St. Loyuis soon after to assist in bringing up another company, also handcarts for our journey to the valleys. We were assigned to Edward Martin's company. At Florence, Nebraska I was taken very ill, brought about by exposure and hardships. We were visited there by Apostle John Taylor and Franklin D. Richards, who blessed me and promised me that I should yet be able to walk, for at that time I was bent over and could not straighten up.
In Nebraska the Indians were very troublesome and we were cautioned as to the selection of our camping grounds, to choose them where the grass was not high enough to conceal Indians who were always on the alert for an attack.
My father was now fifty-seven years old, and was small in stature and not very robust. His occupation in England all his life had been that of a gardener and unused to such hardships as he was now called to endure, such as drawing loaded carts during the day and often standing guard at night. He began to fail in health, but the love of the gospel burned bright in his soul and he looked forward to our safe arrival in the valleys, for as he would carry me weak and ill from the wagon each night into our tent, he endeavored to cheer me with "I believe I shall see my dear daughter safely reach the valley yet."
In September his strength failed and he was placed in a handcart, which was drawn by his four daughters. On the eve of September 23, 1856 he was carried into the prayer circle and assisted in singing "Come, Come Ye Saints." The following day he lay unconscious and during the night he passed away and was buried in the morning near a lone pine tree in Ash Hollow, Nebraska, a spot well known to the pioneers. The company proceeded on its way as deaths were frequent and the following evening the howling of wolves told the sorrowing family that they had scented the newly covered grave. My mother was prostrated for some days after my father's death. She was unable to walk and had to be placed in one of the supply wagons to ride.
On account of the lateness of the season we were subjected to frequent storms that grew worse in severity. We often had to sweep the snow from the frozen ground before making our beds, and were rationed more closely than before and many lives of our company were lost before arriving in the valleys, some froze to death and others losing their limbs through having been frozen.
At the Platte River we were met by a relief train from Utah, bringing us food and supplies. At this point the handcarts were abandoned and the company comfortably housed in wagons which was a great relief to the weary, footsore travelers and great cause for rejoicing.
My mother's family of children all arrived safely and the promise to me was fulfilled, made by Apostles Taylor and Richards, that I would be able to walk straight before we arrived in the valleys of Utah.
Joel Parrish and Thomas E. Ricks were two of the teamsters in the company. They had been pioneers since 1848 and were residents of Centerville and Farmington. As it had been the custom of the early settlers to share and divide their homes and substance with the "newcomers", I was offered a home in the family of Thomas E. Ricks. My mother, four daughters and one son going to Pleasant Grove to her son-in-law John Dalling, and daughter Ann Loader Dalling, where they located. Mother remained there until her death, July 24, 1885.
It the following spring, on March 27, 1857, I was married to Thomas E. Ricks, being in my 24th year. We made our home in Farmington two years, where my eldest daughter, Amy, was born. In 1859 Cache Valley was being settled and on learning of the facilities for farming and stock raising in that valley we moved there in November of that year. Six children were born to us in Logan, one son and five daughters. The little son died in infancy and some years later we also laid our little daughters Clarinda and Annie to rest, both buried in Logan.
We remained in Logan 25 years and saw it grow from a wilderness to a thriving, prosperous city. My husband becoming known as one especially adapted for colonizing, was called upon to take his family and remove to Idaho and settle in that part of the Snake River valley then known as Fremont County. In response to this call we moved there in May 1884 and located in the place later known as Rexburg.
My eldest daughter, Amy and husband, Alpha Jaques and my second daughter Sarah Ellen and husband, John Dalling, with their families settled in Sugar City. My third daughter, Maria, and her husband, John Smellie, for some years lived in Rexburg, then moved to Canada.
My youngest daughter, Lou Amelia, born November 24, 1874, a most beautiful girl of 16 years and the sole companion of my old age, died of membranous croup March 24, 1891. I could not have survived the sorrow that attended this separation had not God sustained me.
(Tamar's husband, Thomas, died in 1901, having founded Ricks College. After his death, she lived in the house he had built for her until she was 83 years of age. Then she moved to Sugar City where she lived with her daughter Sarah Ellen Dalling until her death on February 1, 1924.)
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The Life Summary of Tamar Britnell
When Tamar Britnell Loader was born on 8 September 1833, in Aston Rowant, Oxfordshire, England, United Kingdom, her father, James Loader, was 34 and her mother, Amy Britnell, was 31. She married Thomas Edwin Ricks on 27 March 1857, in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 2 sons and 6 daughters. She lived in Cache, Utah, United States in 1860 and Salem, Madison, Idaho, United States in 1920. She died on 1 February 1924, in Sugar City, Madison, Idaho, United States, at the age of 90, and was buried in Rexburg, Madison, Idaho, United States
Contributor: Anonymus (49652506)
Daughter of James Loader and Amy Britnell
Married Thomas Edwin Ricks, 27 Mar 1857, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Sarah Eleanor Ricks, Joel Ricks, Clarinda Ricks, Charinda Ricks, Maria Loader Ricks, Ann Ricks, Luamelia Ricks, Amy Eliza Ricks
Tamar Loader Ricks
Written by Tamar Loader Ricks
My parents were James Loader and Amy Britnell. My father was born July 10, 1799 at Chinor and my mother April 2, 1802 at Anston, both in Oxfordshire, England. They heard and received the gospel about 1850. They were the parents of thirteen children, four sons and nine daughters. Nine of their children came to Utah and four remained in London.
I was born in Snowden, September 8, 1833. My father, mother and seven children sailed for America in the fall of 1855, but I remained in Liverpool with my brother-in-law and wife, John Jaques and my sister Zilpah, until May 1856 when we sailed for America.
We arrived in Boston the last of June 1856 and proceeded to Iowa where I jhoined my parents, brothers and sisters. My brother-in-law, John Jaques, went back to St. Loyuis soon after to assist in bringing up another company, also handcarts for our journey to the valleys. We were assigned to Edward Martin's company. At Florence, Nebraska I was taken very ill, brought about by exposure and hardships. We were visited there by Apostle John Taylor and Franklin D. Richards, who blessed me and promised me that I should yet be able to walk, for at that time I was bent over and could not straighten up.
In Nebraska the Indians were very troublesome and we were cautioned as to the selection of our camping grounds, to choose them where the grass was not high enough to conceal Indians who were always on the alert for an attack.
My father was now fifty-seven years old, and was small in stature and not very robust. His occupation in England all his life had been that of a gardener and unused to such hardships as he was now called to endure, such as drawing loaded carts during the day and often standing guard at night. He began to fail in health, but the love of the gospel burned bright in his soul and he looked forward to our safe arrival in the valleys, for as he would carry me weak and ill from the wagon each night into our tent, he endeavored to cheer me with "I believe I shall see my dear daughter safely reach the valley yet."
In September his strength failed and he was placed in a handcart, which was drawn by his four daughters. On the eve of September 23, 1856 he was carried into the prayer circle and assisted in singing "Come, Come Ye Saints." The following day he lay unconscious and during the night he passed away and was buried in the morning near a lone pine tree in Ash Hollow, Nebraska, a spot well known to the pioneers. The company proceeded on its way as deaths were frequent and the following evening the howling of wolves told the sorrowing family that they had scented the newly covered grave. My mother was prostrated for some days after my father's death. She was unable to walk and had to be placed in one of the supply wagons to ride.
On account of the lateness of the season we were subjected to frequent storms that grew worse in severity. We often had to sweep the snow from the frozen ground before making our beds, and were rationed more closely than before and many lives of our company were lost before arriving in the valleys, some froze to death and others losing their limbs through having been frozen.
At the Platte River we were met by a relief train from Utah, bringing us food and supplies. At this point the handcarts were abandoned and the company comfortably housed in wagons which was a great relief to the weary, footsore travelers and great cause for rejoicing.
My mother's family of children all arrived safely and the promise to me was fulfilled, made by Apostles Taylor and Richards, that I would be able to walk straight before we arrived in the valleys of Utah.
Joel Parrish and Thomas E. Ricks were two of the teamsters in the company. They had been pioneers since 1848 and were residents of Centerville and Farmington. As it had been the custom of the early settlers to share and divide their homes and substance with the "newcomers", I was offered a home in the family of Thomas E. Ricks. My mother, four daughters and one son going to Pleasant Grove to her son-in-law John Dalling, and daughter Ann Loader Dalling, where they located. Mother remained there until her death, July 24, 1885.
It the following spring, on March 27, 1857, I was married to Thomas E. Ricks, being in my 24th year. We made our home in Farmington two years, where my eldest daughter, Amy, was born. In 1859 Cache Valley was being settled and on learning of the facilities for farming and stock raising in that valley we moved there in November of that year. Six children were born to us in Logan, one son and five daughters. The little son died in infancy and some years later we also laid our little daughters Clarinda and Annie to rest, both buried in Logan.
We remained in Logan 25 years and saw it grow from a wilderness to a thriving, prosperous city. My husband becoming known as one especially adapted for colonizing, was called upon to take his family and remove to Idaho and settle in that part of the Snake River valley then known as Fremont County. In response to this call we moved there in May 1884 and located in the place later known as Rexburg.
My eldest daughter, Amy and husband, Alpha Jaques and my second daughter Sarah Ellen and husband, John Dalling, with their families settled in Sugar City. My third daughter, Maria, and her husband, John Smellie, for some years lived in Rexburg, then moved to Canada.
My youngest daughter, Lou Amelia, born November 24, 1874, a most beautiful girl of 16 years and the sole companion of my old age, died of membranous croup March 24, 1891. I could not have survived the sorrow that attended this separation had not God sustained me.
(Tamar's husband, Thomas, died in 1901, having founded Ricks College. After his death, she lived in the house he had built for her until she was 83 years of age. Then she moved to Sugar City where she lived with her daughter Sarah Ellen Dalling until her death on February 1, 1924.)
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The Life Summary of Tamar Britnell
When Tamar Britnell Loader was born on 8 September 1833, in Aston Rowant, Oxfordshire, England, United Kingdom, her father, James Loader, was 34 and her mother, Amy Britnell, was 31. She married Thomas Edwin Ricks on 27 March 1857, in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 2 sons and 6 daughters. She lived in Cache, Utah, United States in 1860 and Salem, Madison, Idaho, United States in 1920. She died on 1 February 1924, in Sugar City, Madison, Idaho, United States, at the age of 90, and was buried in Rexburg, Madison, Idaho, United States
Contributor: Anonymus (49652506)
Married Thomas Edwin Ricks, 27 Mar 1857, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Sarah Eleanor Ricks, Joel Ricks, Clarinda Ricks, Charinda Ricks, Maria Loader Ricks, Ann Ricks, Luamelia Ricks, Amy Eliza Ricks
Tamar Loader Ricks
Written by Tamar Loader Ricks
My parents were James Loader and Amy Britnell. My father was born July 10, 1799 at Chinor and my mother April 2, 1802 at Anston, both in Oxfordshire, England. They heard and received the gospel about 1850. They were the parents of thirteen children, four sons and nine daughters. Nine of their children came to Utah and four remained in London.
I was born in Snowden, September 8, 1833. My father, mother and seven children sailed for America in the fall of 1855, but I remained in Liverpool with my brother-in-law and wife, John Jaques and my sister Zilpah, until May 1856 when we sailed for America.
We arrived in Boston the last of June 1856 and proceeded to Iowa where I jhoined my parents, brothers and sisters. My brother-in-law, John Jaques, went back to St. Loyuis soon after to assist in bringing up another company, also handcarts for our journey to the valleys. We were assigned to Edward Martin's company. At Florence, Nebraska I was taken very ill, brought about by exposure and hardships. We were visited there by Apostle John Taylor and Franklin D. Richards, who blessed me and promised me that I should yet be able to walk, for at that time I was bent over and could not straighten up.
In Nebraska the Indians were very troublesome and we were cautioned as to the selection of our camping grounds, to choose them where the grass was not high enough to conceal Indians who were always on the alert for an attack.
My father was now fifty-seven years old, and was small in stature and not very robust. His occupation in England all his life had been that of a gardener and unused to such hardships as he was now called to endure, such as drawing loaded carts during the day and often standing guard at night. He began to fail in health, but the love of the gospel burned bright in his soul and he looked forward to our safe arrival in the valleys, for as he would carry me weak and ill from the wagon each night into our tent, he endeavored to cheer me with "I believe I shall see my dear daughter safely reach the valley yet."
In September his strength failed and he was placed in a handcart, which was drawn by his four daughters. On the eve of September 23, 1856 he was carried into the prayer circle and assisted in singing "Come, Come Ye Saints." The following day he lay unconscious and during the night he passed away and was buried in the morning near a lone pine tree in Ash Hollow, Nebraska, a spot well known to the pioneers. The company proceeded on its way as deaths were frequent and the following evening the howling of wolves told the sorrowing family that they had scented the newly covered grave. My mother was prostrated for some days after my father's death. She was unable to walk and had to be placed in one of the supply wagons to ride.
On account of the lateness of the season we were subjected to frequent storms that grew worse in severity. We often had to sweep the snow from the frozen ground before making our beds, and were rationed more closely than before and many lives of our company were lost before arriving in the valleys, some froze to death and others losing their limbs through having been frozen.
At the Platte River we were met by a relief train from Utah, bringing us food and supplies. At this point the handcarts were abandoned and the company comfortably housed in wagons which was a great relief to the weary, footsore travelers and great cause for rejoicing.
My mother's family of children all arrived safely and the promise to me was fulfilled, made by Apostles Taylor and Richards, that I would be able to walk straight before we arrived in the valleys of Utah.
Joel Parrish and Thomas E. Ricks were two of the teamsters in the company. They had been pioneers since 1848 and were residents of Centerville and Farmington. As it had been the custom of the early settlers to share and divide their homes and substance with the "newcomers", I was offered a home in the family of Thomas E. Ricks. My mother, four daughters and one son going to Pleasant Grove to her son-in-law John Dalling, and daughter Ann Loader Dalling, where they located. Mother remained there until her death, July 24, 1885.
It the following spring, on March 27, 1857, I was married to Thomas E. Ricks, being in my 24th year. We made our home in Farmington two years, where my eldest daughter, Amy, was born. In 1859 Cache Valley was being settled and on learning of the facilities for farming and stock raising in that valley we moved there in November of that year. Six children were born to us in Logan, one son and five daughters. The little son died in infancy and some years later we also laid our little daughters Clarinda and Annie to rest, both buried in Logan.
We remained in Logan 25 years and saw it grow from a wilderness to a thriving, prosperous city. My husband becoming known as one especially adapted for colonizing, was called upon to take his family and remove to Idaho and settle in that part of the Snake River valley then known as Fremont County. In response to this call we moved there in May 1884 and located in the place later known as Rexburg.
My eldest daughter, Amy and husband, Alpha Jaques and my second daughter Sarah Ellen and husband, John Dalling, with their families settled in Sugar City. My third daughter, Maria, and her husband, John Smellie, for some years lived in Rexburg, then moved to Canada.
My youngest daughter, Lou Amelia, born November 24, 1874, a most beautiful girl of 16 years and the sole companion of my old age, died of membranous croup March 24, 1891. I could not have survived the sorrow that attended this separation had not God sustained me.
(Tamar's husband, Thomas, died in 1901, having founded Ricks College. After his death, she lived in the house he had built for her until she was 83 years of age. Then she moved to Sugar City where she lived with her daughter Sarah Ellen Dalling until her death on February 1, 1924.)
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The Life Summary of Tamar Britnell
When Tamar Britnell Loader was born on 8 September 1833, in Aston Rowant, Oxfordshire, England, United Kingdom, her father, James Loader, was 34 and her mother, Amy Britnell, was 31. She married Thomas Edwin Ricks on 27 March 1857, in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 2 sons and 6 daughters. She lived in Cache, Utah, United States in 1860 and Salem, Madison, Idaho, United States in 1920. She died on 1 February 1924, in Sugar City, Madison, Idaho, United States, at the age of 90, and was buried in Rexburg, Madison, Idaho, United States
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