Robert Gardner and Margaret Calinder: Scots in the West

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With the annual Payson Scottish Festival this weekend, I only thought it appropriate to highlight the story of some of my Scottish ancestors. It is also the Haun's side turn for a story but..I have a ton of Scottish blood through my maternal family, but not a whole lot on my Haun side. So my choices were limited. But I did find Robert and Margaret, and I liked their story quite a bit. They are my 5th great-grandparents on my paternal grandfathers side. Here is their story:

Robert was born on March 12th, 1781 in Houston, Renfrew, Scotland. Margaret was born sometime in January of 1777 in Falkirk, Stirlingshire, Scotland. Both pretty small towns at the time.

As far as childhoods go I can't really provide you with much information. I know they both came from pretty poor families. At some point Robert was apprenticed out to learn carpentry. Robert was especially tall for the area apparently, standing at 6'2". Margaret apparently liked tall boys because the two were wed on the 25th of May, 1800 in Lanark, Scotland. From there they moved to a small town called Kilsyth, on the outskirts of Glasgow.

Sterling Castle

In Kilsyth, Robert didn't stay with his apprenticeship. He owned a small farm, and rented a mill. He also worked running a tavern (The Black Bull Inn) and a grocery store. They lived a bit more prosperous than the majority of the people in the area for a time, but unfortunately for him, his tavern became a popular spot for Scottish agitators, people unsatisfied with the government. People who were often rounded up, beheaded, hanged, or shipped off to Botany Bay. While there is no proof that Robert himself was a Scottish rebel, he was accused, and was detained in Stirling Castle for 9 weeks before a judge came. 9 weeks of what we can assume was less than nice treatment with little food, overcrowding, and pee everywhere. The judge sentenced a lot of the men in Stirling Castle to banishment in Australia. However, lucky for us descendants, the man who accused Robert didn't show up to testify against him so Robert was released on lack of evidence.

The Gardner home in Kilsyth

The whole imprisonment thing really irked Robert, and he got fed up with the government. So he made the decision to come to America. In 1822 Robert, his eldest son, and his eldest daughter set sail for...Canada. A whole bunch of Scots were heading there so he must have figured he would too. He meant to save up money and send for Margaret and the rest of his kiddos as soon as he could, but he forgot his wife was a hardcore Scottish woman who didn't need no man to send her money. In 1823 she sold everything: The tavern, the store, the farm, the house, and every possession they could not carry in a few wooden chests. She and the remaining four children crossed the puddle aboard the Buckinghorn.

She did all this, by the way, without writing Robert. But Robert had heard a rumor that a whole bunch of ladies from Kilsyth were on this boat so he WALKED SEVENTY, yes 70, miles to the shore and lo and behold, met his wife.

Now, he told his wife the story of how the previous year he was offered land close to the shore but it was horribly rocky and useless, so he and the two eldest went off into the woods near Dalhousie and built a cabin. They had seeds for potatoes and stuff, but Robert remarked that in the winter "The Scotch whiskey was frozen solid. Either the weather was very cold or the whiskey was very weak."

Robert, Margaret, and their children worked very VERY hard for years. Clearing land by hand, with no oxen or mules. Neighbors had to be relied upon every time help was needed to raise a barn, house, or even a shed. Apparently it still sucked, because in 1835 they moved to Warwick, Ontario. A short jog away from the US border.

Twas here that Margaret heard the teachings of some LDS missionaries. She was determined to be baptized. However, it was the middle of winter and she was quite ill. But she, being the hardcore Scots woman she was, decided to do it anyway. She and her family went down to the lake and cut a hole in the ice. Margaret was baptized in front of a crowd of people. "The people had come to witness her death.  One man declared that if she did not die that night that he would become a Mormon."

Well she didn't die, and she even went on a stroll the next day to find the man and tell him he had to get baptized next. He didn't. What a weenie. I believe all, if not most of their children were baptized. Robert wasn't at that time. But, wanting to please his wife, took their entire family to Nauvoo in 1846, and on to Winter Quarters after that.

"24 Gardners left Canada.  They were assigned to the Edward Hunter company of 100 wagons.  During the journey to the west 3 of the family died, one baby was born.  On October 1, 1847, twenty two members of the Gardner family arrived in the Great Salt Lake Valley."

Most of their children fanned out and lived around the Salt Lake Valley. Robert and Margaret settled next to their sons, Archibald and Robert Jr. in an area that is now Gardner Village, a little...park/shop area thing in Mill Creek. Archibald and Robert Jr. had a mill and got quite wealthy. Here Robert grew a garden he was insanely proud of, even cussing out a prominent church official when he came too close to his turnips.

"Robert had been a strong believer ever since he had first heard the Gospel preached in Canada, and he had paid his tithes and offerings for many years but had never joined the church. In 1851 he became very ill,· and thinking he was about to die, he had his folks place him on a stretcher and carry him to the stream.  There, John Borrowman, the man who had taken the Gospel message to them years before, baptized him. He recovered from his illness, was later ordained a High Priest, and received  his temple endowments. Robert was known as a scholarly man. He kept the business accounts for his son, Robert, Jr. until his death. On November 21, 1855 Robert Gardner died at Mill Creek at the age of 74."

Margaret died on April 28th, 1862. She and Robert are buried in the Salt Lake City Cemetary. Their grave is maintained by the Sons and Daughters of Utah Pioneers.

James Boyack & Elizabeth Mealmaker: Sweethearts and Pioneers

Today we have a story from my maternal grandmother's side of the family. My great-great-great-great-great grandparents. Five greats. James and Elizabeth Boyack. Visual aid shows James all the way down to me, with birth years included for the males.

I decided to highlight their story today because it is one of my favorite ancestral stories. James and Elizabeth are the cutest pioneer couple ever. I swear they both came out of Scottish version of Bonanza or Little House on the Prairie. James was the definition of a hardworking, gentlemanly husband, and Elizabeth embodied straight up hardcore female pioneer power. I also share a bit with Elizabeth; the obvious being our names and we both were born on April 30th. 190 years apart. And let's admit it, I also embody straight up hardcore female pioneer power. Put me in a bonnet, give me a wagon, and call Laura my friend because we are heading west!

Ok, actually we are heading to Scotland first. To the county town of Forfar, in Angus, Scotland. Twas here on April 30th, 1805 that Elizabeth Mealmaker was born, and on August 25th, 1805 when James Boyack was born. I know I said in my last post that I was totally moving to Great Snoring in England but Forfar has it beat. One word y'all. Castles.

Forfar is just stunningly beautiful. It is surrounded by the five Angus Glens. Just green rolling hills and waterfalls. The city retains so much old Scottish architecture and has some of the most wonderful churches and chapels I've ever seen. Scattered around are these really cool things called Pictish stones which I highly recommend reading about here. Forfar is also the birthplace of the Forfar Bridie (which I attempted to make, see bottom of post) and Strathmore Bottled Water. Two castles are located near the town, Kinnettles Castle and Glamis Castle. Links: here.

Especially pleasing to me was the discovery that Glamis Castle is considered "One of the most haunted castles in Britain." According to the ever-so reliable source of mysteriousbritain.co.uk and their article on Glamis Castle, there are like 5 ghosts AND there is supposedly this secret room where the hideously deformed son of the 11th Early was bricked up in and he became some sort of monster boy who lives for hundreds of years and eats goats and stuff. And then I discovered that Forfar has this reputation in the 17th century for burning a butt load of witches whose ghosts still haunt the town. Definitely Elisabeth approved.

Not that it has anything to do with the Boyack's, but it's interesting to understand where they come from nonetheless. ANYWAYS...There isn't a whole lot of information on James or Elizabeth's childhood, but I would like to share a story told by their granddaughter, Ida Whiting:

"It happened one day when James was taking out a young girl, by the name of Elizabeth Mealmaker; at a carnival or fair which they gone to. A gypsy fortune teller told him and his sweetheart that they would marry and have a large family, that they would cross the ocean and in their old age they would have a house, land and gold, and eat white bread. As they left the fortune teller’s booth, the girl touched the young man’s arm and said, “What a lee (lie) Jeemmy”. The fortune teller’s words seemed so impossible to them that they laughed about it as they walked away, yet all of it came to pass for them."

ISN'T THAT ADORABLE!!!! Now, Ida also mentions that no one really believed the gypsy teller actually saw the future. But she thinks that maybe that event put a seed in their minds and started a desire to cross the ocean.

In November of 1827, James and Elizabeth got married and moved to a small cottage a bit further south near Dundee, Scotland. Together they had fourteen (yes, fourteen) children. The last two were twins, and they died young of a fever. It is completely unfathomable to me what it took to support 14 kids in 1800s Scotland, and I know James and Elizabeth did not have it easy. James was a foreman, and he was considered pretty well off...but that money spread out amidst 14 kids...still rough. That led to most of the children being sent to work while quite young. Ida says "Some worked on the large farms, or estates, some in the oatmeal and other mills, and one daughter clerked in a candy shop in Dundee." James often worked from sunup to sundown. Ida again says "As he placed his weekly earnings in her hands, he often said, “yours is the hardest part to make this money go around for all of our needs."

Despite all of their hardships, the Boyack's were a highly spiritual family. They attended their parish church regularly for services. They lived plain, but happy for a long time. And then in 1845 James heard the teachings of Elder Hugh Findlay from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was baptized that same year, by that same man. Elizabeth was not so easily convinced, she was not baptized until 1851. Link on early missionary work in Scotland.

Like most Saints in Scotland, they faced some harshness. James and Elizabeth wanted very badly to take their family to America, and to gather to Zion with the church. But transatlantic ship passage for that many people would be unfathomably expensive. They sure tried though. James and Elizabeth sent their son, James Jr., to America to try to earn money for the rest of them. After a few months James Jr. realized there wasn't a chance he would be able to earn that much money, so he signed his family up on the perpetual emigration fund, provided by the LDS church to help bring coverts from Europe to America.


They traveled on a small boat to Liverpool, and then on April 22nd, 1855 they set sail aboard the Samuel Curling for America. I've included a picture of the passenger manifest for the ship with their names (and the name of Margery Waterhouse, the girlfriend of James Jr. who went with the Boyacks to reunite with James Jr. in Utah). Ship life was suckish. They ate the same thing over and over again. Elizabeth had a hard time with laundry, she was a bit of a rebel on board and was "often reprimanded by the crew for hanging her laundry lines in dangerous places". And once one of their sons almost fell overboard and got spanked by a sailor. But they finally landed in New York on May 27th, 1855. From there they took a train and then a steam boat to St. Louis and then another boat to Atchison, Kansas.

On August 4, 1855, the Boyack family started west in the ox team company led by Milo Andrus. They walked most of the way, saving the oxen to pull the wagon. Despite extreme sickeness on the road, the Boyack family all survived and made it to Salt Lake City on October 4th, 1855 where they reunited with James Jr.. They stayed in SLC for a very short time before moving to Palmyra, just west of Spanish Fork. All 5 of James and Elizabeth's daughters were married within a year (Ida says: all to good Scots men). In 1856 they moved the short distance to Spanish Fork.

They lived quite happily, although still plain. Local Native Americans taught James to cultivate corn and how to bring water from the canyon and the lake. James learned to hunt, and often hunted up Spanish Fork Canyon. James played the fiddle, and Elizabeth was quite the singer. Their son Alexander, the only one who didn't wed went missing (never to be seen again) somewhere in the Black Hills, and left James and Elizabeth alone in their home where they lived for several years entertaining grandchildren every chance they got.

When they grew too old to live by themselves, they moved into a room in their daughter Mary's house where they lived out the rest of their days in peace. Elizabeth died in 1886, and James in 1888. They were laid to rest in the Spanish Fork City Cemetery. Since I live so close I decided to go visit and photograph the grave with my mom and brother on July 3rd, 2015.

I also decided I had to make one of these famous "Forfar Bridie's"  which were "invented" during the time the Boyack's lived near Forfar so maybe they had one! And I wanted to taste the kind of food my ancestors might have eaten, so a quick stop at the grocery store on the way home from work and an hour in the kitchen later I whipped up some Bridie's!!!

They were pretty good tasting too. I should note that I used beef, and not the traditional lamb. Because I don't eat lamb. I also didn't soak the meet in beer...because I don't drink beer. And I used half and half instead of beef stock. And I used premade pastry dough because who has the time. But everything else pretty much yes at the recipe found here. Then I brushed it with egg to get the outside crispy and yum. I even got picky eater Riley to eat one and he loved it!!! I will say it's pretty much an old fashioned version of a meatloaf hotpocket. Hooray for traditional Scottish food!!! And thanks for reading!

Edmund Hobart & Margaret Dewey: Pilgrims and Corn Trespassers

Today we have some ancestors on my paternal grandmothers side. My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandparents. That's 12 great's for those who are keeping score, 14 generations total. This visual aid has Edmund down to me and included are the years the males were born. 

Now I can trace the Hobart line further back than Edmund, but there isn't a lot to tell other than birth and death dates. The reason I have substantially more information on Edmund is because he was a puritan pilgrim (a very well documented group) and because Edmund's son Peter was extremely well educated (Cambridge graduate in the 1600s level educated) for the time and he became a reverend and did a whole lot of writing and recording keeping and what not. 

I do know that the Hobart line was pretty wealthy. Depending on what source you look at Edmund is often referred to as Sir Edmund Hobart. Once of the verified documents pertaining to Edmund was the Last Will and Testament of Thomas Hubbarde, Edmund's father. In this document Thomas leaves his lands in Great Snoring to his first son Andrew, and his lands in Hingham to Edmund. So obviously wealthy enough to own land in two places. However, Edmund ended up leaving his land and the majority of his wealth behind for  his religion. And in case you did notice, Edmund was born as Edmund Hubbarde. Hubbarde was changed at some point to Hobart after Edmund migrated to the America's with the pilgrims apparently. 



Edmund Hobart was born on January 1st, 1571 in the parish of Great Snoring in Norfolk, England. Great Snoring is a small little village in East England, pretty close to the sea. In 2001 the population was 168. It used to be much bigger, in 1841 the population was 556. In fact the population only dropped to the 100s when World War One broke out and all the men left to fight, and then never came back (sad face) and the population hasn't gone back up since. It's pretty much the cutest little town I've ever seen. It looks like it came straight out of a BBC Midsommer Murder's set. I totally would live here. Here's a link for a little more information on Great Snoring.

Now there isn't like...any information on Edmund's childhood or early years. And nothing on Margaret other than she was born in 1574 in Norfolk. The only thing noted is in a copyhold claim filed by the Hobart family, Edmund is listed as having "received the family crest on the 19th of May, 1575 in Hingham, Norfolk."

We do know that Edmund married Margaret on the 7th of August, 1600. Together they had at least 8 known children, many stillborn are never recorded: Nazareth (1601-1658), Peter (1604-1678), Thomas (1606-1689, Joshua (1607-1682), Edmund Jr (1609-1686), Anthony (1609-1609, twin of Edmund Jr. Died at birth), Edward (Stillborn), and Rebecca (1611-1679). 

Edmund was a puritan separatist, and we can assume he faced the same persecution that other puritan separatists faced in England during that time. According to his son Peter: Edmund, seeking religious freedom emigrated to Charlestown, Boston with his son Thomas and several others (I'm assuming some of his younger kids). Edmund sailed in 1633 aboard the Elizabeth Bonaventure, the second ship to bear that name. Edmund was admitted to full communion in the "1st Church of Christ" in Boston in either August of 1633 or 1634 (water damage to record). If I lived in Boston I could visit the Massachusetts Historical Society and view the actual church records from 1631-1768 where Edmund's record can be found. Unfortunately, despite an hour long phone call and the nicest man from the society, the digital versions of these records, including paintings and some old sketches, could not be found.

Anyway, moving on. Margaret died just a few weeks after coming to America with her husband, not even long enough to join Edmund's church. Shortly after her death and after being admitted to his church, Edmund moved his family to the Bare Cove Common, north of Plymouth. Two years later, Edmund's son Peter sailed and landed in Hingham where he became the first minister/reverend of the town and it was renamed Hingham, after their hometown in England. But Peter's story is for later. Links: Hingham & Hingham. In 1634 Edmund married Sarah Ann Oakley, they are not known to have any kids together.

At some point between 1634-1636, Edmund was named the Constable of Hingham. He was part of some old committee that decided "only certain desirable persons should be allowed to "sit downe and dwell in the towne." So like...if you wanted to live in Hingham you needed to be approved and deemed desirable.

In 1638 Edmund was named Commissioner of Hingham. Which as I understand it is pretty much the same thing as a court judge. He was able to do marriages and whatnot. Also in 1638, like the most horrible thing happened. Edmund was fined 40s (Which I think means shillings) for "leaving a pit open in which a child was drowned." Always nice to know that criminal negligence is only worth 40 bucks.

Now I don't know what sort of horrible pilgrim criminal Edmund was but in 1639 he was sued by Thomas Hamond for "trespassing in his Indian corn since planting time till now to the value of 50s..." Whatever that means. Note that in 1639 Edmund was 67 years old. Who sues an old guy for walking around in some corn!? Also note that this corn was more valuable than that poor kid who drowned.

And on March 8th, 1645 or 46 (more damage to records) Edmund Hobart passed away. His death is noted by a single sentence in his son Peter's journal: "Father Hubbarde dyed."