Trail of Hope
1846 began the Mormon exodus from Nauvoo. Leaving behind their homes, beautiful city, family and friends who they quite possibly would never see again in this life. As they journeyed west, they recorded their feelings and experiences in personal journals. From these journals we get a sense of what it would have been like to have traveled with them. Some selected writings from these journals are reproduced on the signs along this trail to the river.
1846 began the Mormon exodus from Nauvoo. Leaving behind their homes, beautiful city, family and friends who they quite possibly would never see again in this life. As they journeyed west, they recorded their feelings and experiences in personal journals. From these journals we get a sense of what it would have been like to have traveled with them. Some selected writings from these journals are reproduced on the signs along this trail to the river.
"Those of us who can remember when we were compelled to abandon Nauvoo, when the winter was so inclement, know how dark and gloomy the circumstances of the Saints were, with the mob surrounding our outer settlements and threatening to destroy us and how trying it was to the faith of the people of God. The word was to cross the Mississippi and to launch out into an unknown wilderness - to go where, no one knew. Who knew anything of the terrors of the journey thither, or of the dangers that might have to be met and contended with? Who knew anything about the country to be traversed? Moving out with faith that was undisturbed by its unknown terrors. It was by faith that this was accomplished."
George Q Cannon
George Q Cannon
"I was five years old when we started from Nauvoo. We crossed over the Mississippi in the skiff in the dusk of the evening. We bid goodbye to our dear old feeble grandmother (Lucy Mack Smith). I can never forget the bitter tears she shed when she bid us goodbye for the last time in this life. She knew it would be the last time she would see her son's family..."
Martha Ann Smith
"I had a small flock of sheep which I had not time to sell. These I left, together with my house and lot, the former containing my furniture and books."
Priddy Meeks
"He died in my arms about four o'clock. This was the second child which I have lost, both dying in my arms. He died with the whooping cough & black canker. We are entirely destitute of anything even to eat much less to nourish the sick."
Hosea Stout
"How well I remember what a hard time (father) had breaking in the animals to draw the wagon. There were six cows and two oxen. The oxen were well broken and quite sedate. But the cows were wild and unruly...While Father was breaking the cattle, Mother was praying....Many nights when we were in bed asleep...She would go out into the orchard...And there pour out her soul in prayer, asking the Lord to open the way for us to go with the Saints."
Margaret Judd Clawson
"With this advanced camp of the great exodus there had come a brass band, led by Captain Pitt. After encampment was made and the toils of the day were over, the snow would be scraped away, a huge fire or several of them kindled within the wagoned enclosure, and there to the inspiring music of Pitt's band, song and dance often beguiled the exiles into forgetfulness of their trials and discomforts."
B.H. Roberts
"We hurried to pack some food, cooking utensils, clothing and bedding, which was afterward unpacked and strewn over the ground by the mob as they searched for fire-arms. Mother had some bread already in the kettles to bake. Of course she didn't have time to bake, so she hung it on the reach of our wagon and cooked it after we crossed the Mississippi River."
Mary Field Garner
"Prepared for the night by erecting a temporary tent out of bed clothes. At this time my wife was hardly able to sit up and my little son was sick with a very high fever and would not even notice anything that was going on." Hosea Stout | "Last evening the ladies met to organize...Several resolutions were adopted...If the men wish to hold control over women, let them be on the alert. We believe in equal rights." Louisa Barns Pratt |
"Unless the people are more united in spirit and cease to pray against counsel, it will bring me down to my grave. I am reduced in flesh so that my coat that would scarcely meet around me last winter now laps over twelve inches. It is with much ado that I can keep from lying down and sleeping to wait the resurrection." Brigham Young |
"Our camp resounded with songs of joy and praise to God - all were cheerful and happy in the anticipation of finding a resting place from persecution in some of the loneliest solitary valleys of the great interior basin whithersoever we might be led.
"A large amount of labor has been done since arriving in the grove. Indeed the whole camp is very industrious. Many houses have been built, wells dug, extensive farms fenced, and the whole place assumes the appearance of having been occupied for years...."
Orson Pratt
"A large amount of labor has been done since arriving in the grove. Indeed the whole camp is very industrious. Many houses have been built, wells dug, extensive farms fenced, and the whole place assumes the appearance of having been occupied for years...."
Orson Pratt
As Sarah Leavitt and her daughters tried to comfort her sick husband, he began to sing, "Come let us anew, our journey pursue.." He sang that hymn as long as he had strength to sing it and then wanted Elisa (one of his daughters) to sing it. He died without a struggle or a groan.
Sarah Leavitt
Sunset By The Mississippi
The sisters of the Lucy Mack cast are ready to perform "How I Love the Nauvoo Sunshine." We sang the whole song last summer, but this year the song was revised and combined with the Elder's song, Stouthearted Men. Not sure I understood what the night caps were all about, except they were "cute."
Marie (Sister Meikle) and Jimmie (Elder DeWitt) were part of Rendzevous during the summer. Elder DeWitt stole our hearts with his energy, his expressions and his voice. Besides all that, Elder DeWitt received a miraculous healing which allowed him to stay all summer and complete his mission.
Our Lucy Mack gathered together at the end of the summer. It was time to tell Jimmy and Marie goodbye. Sister Moench was soon to be released as Rendezvous director. Sister Hipple was called to take her place, and in a few short weeks about 1/2 of these missionaries would be going home..
When the young performing missionaries finished the summer, we all met for a fireside, and then according to tradition, we sang Farewell Nauvoo to them. We, too, will stand in front of the mission and they will all sing us this song. It is an emotional event. It is much easier to understand what the 1846 pioneers felt as they walked down Parley Street and said goodbye to Nauvoo.
"And so Nauvoo, I say Farewell to you.
With numb and aching heart, One last adieu.
As through our tears I look to homes beyond
Could ever I be fond of one as you?
One cardinal's song, one sunset's glow
One Nauvoo dawn, one silhouette
Of woods on snow.
From templed hill, faint echoes ring
Where prophets walked and talked with God,
Their memories linger
And so I go, and hide my aching heart
No one will see my tears when I depart.
This home I leave will shelter memories clear
Of all that I hold dear, in old Nauvoo.
Farewell Nauvoo, Farewell Nauvoo"
"And so Nauvoo, I say Farewell to you.
With numb and aching heart, One last adieu.
As through our tears I look to homes beyond
Could ever I be fond of one as you?
One cardinal's song, one sunset's glow
One Nauvoo dawn, one silhouette
Of woods on snow.
From templed hill, faint echoes ring
Where prophets walked and talked with God,
Their memories linger
And so I go, and hide my aching heart
No one will see my tears when I depart.
This home I leave will shelter memories clear
Of all that I hold dear, in old Nauvoo.
Farewell Nauvoo, Farewell Nauvoo"
The month of July was non-stop busy with all our performances. However, we were excited to welcome Elder Gross's son, Ken, his wife, Diana, and his son, Brandon to Nauvoo. Their home is in Florida. We had not seen them for years, so it was a real treat to have them in Nauvoo for Elder Gross's birthday.
One night at the outdoor stage, after Sunset By The Mississippi performance, we were so surprised to see lots of familiar faces back in Nauvoo. We had lots of hugs for Elder and Sister Blair; Elder and Sister Hyte and Sister Cluff. These missionaries left one year ago, but loved Nauvoo so much that they were back again this summer.
How do you say goodbye to fantastic missionaries who have been an integral part of our lives for 18 months? It's not easy. The last few days were filled with a farewell dinner given by the mission president, President and Sister Hall; our MTC group pot-luck; mission-wide breakfast, a Lucy Mack cast party and individual dinners with friends. | One of my last days in the sites was at the home of John Taylor. It was a fitting close to serving in the Nauvoo sites. (Left) Sister Janet Duvall and I became close friends from the very beginning of her mission. Sometimes you just connect with certain people, and that's how it happened with us. Not only were we neighbors, but we often walked together in the mornings and were in the same Lucy Mack Cast. Elder Duvall also worked with Elder Gross in FM. |
These young sister missionaries will soon be leaving Nauvoo for their "out-bound" mission and return next spring. Sister Charlene Cornwell arrived in Nauvoo in April 2017 and we became good friends. Sister Cornwell was also in the Lucy Mack cast, making it possible for us to see each other often.
This past summer was mild, with beautiful warm evenings, and a stunning view down Main Street. Summer also brought out the Angel Trumpets and a "vegetable trellis" like I'd never seen before.
FAREWELL TO ELDER AND SISTER GROSS Elder and Sister Gross, precious friends; As sure as the beautiful Mississippi bends Around this place called Nauvoo, You have served with your whole hearts. But your time has come to part And it will be a tearful adieu. Mowing lawns for over a year Must have seemed incredibly drear; Yet you showed up each day faithfully And when the horse trails got too dusty You and the water truck were trusty An "honary teamster" was he. Last winter was busier than planned Meeting humanitarian demands For more quilts, scarves, hats and bears. Shops attics, even prophet's homes Were filled with needles, hooks and looms Oh, Sister, you had no time to spare! Our poor "Jed"" Oh, what a task To do what old Brigham asked You'd really rather "stay and fight." But what our cast didn't see Was how you worked diligently For hours to get your lines just right There was anticipation, then scowling And finally you were growling On that "buggy ride to Durfey Street" But at Relief Society you arrived With a "southern drawl" you contrived To keep the "Ashby's and Snow's" upbeat. Through your service and care (Like Relief Society Quilts you shared) We've watched how your faith just kept growing This cast you leave will shelter memories clear of all that you hold dear. God bless you wherever you're going. Sister Miller |
We attended our last Sacrament meeting in Nauvoo on September 3, 2017. We were spiritually fed in our other meetings, then met for our closing interview with President Hall that same morning. Finally, we had our final picture taken with our MTC group in the Nauvoo Visitors Center at the statue of Christ. Our mission is over.
It is so difficult to tell our friends goodbye. We have learned to love Nauvoo, and most especially the missionaries that served with us. We have been forever changed. We have grown closer together as a couple, and we have grown closer to our Heavenly Father.
We have served with all our hearts, devoting all our time and talents to the building of Illinois Nauvoo Mission. Farewell, Nauvoo. Farewell, Nauvoo.
It is so difficult to tell our friends goodbye. We have learned to love Nauvoo, and most especially the missionaries that served with us. We have been forever changed. We have grown closer together as a couple, and we have grown closer to our Heavenly Father.
We have served with all our hearts, devoting all our time and talents to the building of Illinois Nauvoo Mission. Farewell, Nauvoo. Farewell, Nauvoo.