Saturday, November 2, 2013


Recent news stories of authorities taking away children who don’t match their parents, especially those who appear to have been “kidnapped by gypsies” reminded me of an account from my own family history.

My grandmother, Nellie Hunt Collings’ grandparents,

 Thomas Hunt and

Hannah Moon,

Were born and spent the early years of their marriage in Derbyshire England.  There they joined the Mormon Church (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) in 1848.

 Their son, Moroni, or Rone, (my great grandfather) was born in 1852.  He had jet black hair and dark eyes as did his mother and most of the Moons.  His older sister, Sarah Ellen, took after the Hunts and was very fair.

Hannah’s family had rejected her because they thought she had disgraced the family by joining the Mormons.  Her mother went so far as to say, “If thou were not my own child and I did na know that thou were ever truthful, the fact that the children are so different and that thou art a Mormon would prevent me from believing that they are brother and sister.”

In 1855 Thomas and Hannah took their three children, Sarah Ellen, Moroni and Frederick Nephi and sailed on the ship, Juventa, to the United States. They ended up in Alton, Illinois, just south of the abandoned city of Nauvoo.

In 1862 Thomas Hunt was made a Captain of Ten in a wagon train of pioneers that traveled west to Utah.  By then three more children, Ruth, Fanny and Thomas Alvin had joined the family.

I remember my grandmother telling the story of the wagon train traveling through a town before reaching the plains where ten year old Rone was seen peeking out under the wagon cover.  Some people there noticed the boy with coal black hair and eyes and sent word to the officers of the town that, “Them there Mormons had kidnapped a little Indian boy.”  Officers stopped the wagon to search it, but as soon as the officers saw Rone and Hannah together they were convinced that the black-haired boy was Hannah’s son.

Not Hannah but her daughter, Fanny.  But I'm guessing
Hannah looked as strong and capable when she was this age.
 They were also glad to cease the search and not molest the train further when Hannah, her eyes flashing with a mingled expression of humor and annoyance sharply criticized them for the insolent manner in which they had conducted the search.

The Moroni and Emily Casto Hunt Story compiled by Ina Hunt Tuft and Cherril Payne Ogden

Thomas Hunt and Hannah Moon Life SketchGarrett Bohman Masek Keeley Genealogy

Monday, October 28, 2013


Not much to inspire a new post lately.  
I've been blogging since 2008 and I'm nearing 800 posts. It seems the same things make me happy or crabby over and over. 

The sun and the moon keep coming up and going down every day.  Which is a good thing.

Early morning walks are colder and daylight shows up so much later.
Very few birds are left on the pond.

Most of them were wise enough to head south before the cold weather arrived.

A pair of eagles have been frequenting the trees around the pond.  That's probably another reason the ducks and geese are staying away.  This is a small private lake which belongs to the family of a good friend.  When I told her about the eagles she was a bit annoyed.  Seems they spent some big bucks having trout planted there and now the eagles are helping themselves to the free fish.

 I think they may have even driven away the hawks that usually use this power pole as a lookout perch.  It will be interesting to see what happens when spring comes and the hawks want to set up housekeeping in their favorite cottonwood tree.

Late autumn for me just means more layers to keep out the cold.

Soon the leaves will all be down and brown.  Snow is predicted this week.  I've got my windows washed so all the light possible can make its way into the house.  And I'm dusting off my snowshoes and cross-country skis. No need to be a prisoner of icy weather.