The Life of Rosa Clara Friedlander Logie

Rosa Clara Friedlander Logie was born on the Isle of Guernsey, in the English Channel on 16 June 1837 of English, French and German descent. Her father, Henry Friedlander, died when she was a small child. Her mother, Eliza Sampson Friedlander, remarried a Mr. Watson in London, England. When Rosa was 12 years old, they went to Australia.

Her mother and stepfather were called on a church misisons, so Rosa was left with the family of the church mission president, Silas Farnham, in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia and the parents went on to Melbourne, Australia to live.

She joined the L.D.S. church and Rosa and a young married woman of the same faith, Mary Ann Evans, would walk 12 miles every Sunday to attend the meetings. Sister Evans was the chorister and Rosa was a member of the choir. Sister Evans testified to the faithfulness of that young maid to the principles of the gospel.

One day, when she was about 15 years old, she was standing on the porch of the 2nd story of a hotel in Sydney. A group of young sailors came down the street. One looked up an said, "Look fellows, there stands my wife. I'm going to marry that girl." Another one said, "Not if I get there first." They made a dash for the hotel door, but sailor number one climbed the porch post and landed first beside the girl. Thus Charles Joseph Gordon Logie claimed sweet Rosa Clara Friedlander for his bride at Sydney, Australia on 24 may 1853. He was 24 and she was 16 years of age.

The following year they were blessed with a darling baby girl, on the 27th of June 1854. They named her Annie Augusta.

Charles, having joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints a month before marrying Rosa, had the desire to gather with the Saints in Zion. When baby Ann was one year old, they left Australia on 7 Sept. 1855 for California, taking passage on the ship the "Julia Ann." Disaster came upon them. During a terrific storm, the "Julia Ann" was blown off course and plunged head on (in the middle of the night) into a coral reef. Capt. B. V. Pond soon realized the ship was going to pieces. Fifty-six people were aboard. Something had to be done and quick, so Capt. Pond, a perfect gentleman, let himself down over the side of the ship into the dark water to try to swim for shore. He soon landed on the coral reef. Swimming back, he fastened a strong thick rope to the ship and tied the other end around his waist and then returned to the reef where he secured the rope firmly. He then swam back to the ship. He made a sling or sort of a basket of rope to sit in, slipping it over the tightened rope. He then asked the women to come to him one at a time. One glance at the dark terrifying water and they were too frightened to go over the side of the ship. Finally, Rosa said she would go first and climbed down the rope latter and sat on Capt. Ponds lap. Hand over hand, he pulled them to the reef. He left Rosa standing chest deep in the water and returned bringing seven women back that way. Two women and three small children were lost being swept over board by the waves, but the rest spent the remainder of the night sitting or standing waist deep in water until the next morning, not daring to go on the island until they could see what was there.

When morning came, they went upon the island. It was barren, no trees or fresh water. Everyone was so exhausted, they sank down on the sandy beach and wept and prayed.

Large turtles came out of the ocean and crawled over them. They were too tired to get out of the way and every little while you could hear a thud or splash as someone flung off a troublesome turtle. There were also a few crabs around.

As soon as possible, the captain and men went back to the much-battered ship. All they could save before it broke completely up was one barrel of sea biscuits, one chest of carpenter tools, one chest of tea and one trunk of women’s clothes. A few boards drifted ashore from which they built a small raft.

They dug holes near the ocean and the salty water filtered through the sand and made it more palatable. Some of the men rowed 3 miles on the raft to another island where they obtained some coconuts. They were allowed just so many a day. They saved the shells and set them out to catch rain water to drink. (Laura Logie Timpson and a granddaughter in American Fork still have one of the shells.) Large turtles would crawl upon the shore to lay eggs. The men would catch them and turn them on their backs and kill them. Turtle meat and eggs and a few coconuts were their only food. We cannot picture the dreary, terrifying life they had to live for months on this barren island, apparently doomed to death by starvation and exposure.

Rosa became very ill. Her husband obtained a large silk skirt from the trunk that had been saved and made sort of a tent to shield her and baby Ann from the sun and rain. One day, Elder John Eldridge asked, "Where is Rosa, Charles?" He told him she was very sick. John made a cup of tea and took it to her tent. His feet were bleeding from walking on the sharp coral of the reef. Rosa never forgot this little act of kindness. Except for boils, probably caused from their diet, their health was fairly good.

Baby Ann had an enjoyable time crawling around in the sand. They were finally taken off the Island on 3 Dec. 1855 by a fruiting vessel the "Emma Packer." They were conveyed to Tahiti, which was in the main course of vessels to the Sandwich Islands. Latham Master was Captain of the vessel. They arrived in the spring of 1856 in San Francisco. News of the shipwreck had preceded them and they were met at the dock by a goodly number of people. A young newspaper editor inquired for the young woman who first went to the reef. Rosa stepped forward and was presented with a pewter teapot in token of her bravery. The young editor was George Q. Cannon. He with Elder Joseph Bull edited and published the Western Standard paper in interest of the L.D.S. Church in San Francisco.

The Logie Family was directed to the ranch of John C. Nails, a Mormon, in Carson City, Nevada where they stayed until Brigham Young called the Mormons to Salt Lake City. Their second child, Charles Joseph Logie was born in Carson City on 18 Nov. 1856.

Upon their arrival in Salt Lake, the Logie, Nails and Gerr families were sent to Lehi, Utah County. The next year, 1858, the Logie family moved to American Fork. After a few months, they made their home in Wallsburg. On 14 March 1859, their third child, Silas, was born in Wallsburg. He was named after President Silas S. Smith of Colorado, who met the Logie’s in Honolulu, after they were rescued for their shipwreck. He became a very good friend to the family.

Charles returned to Provo to work during the winter of 1860, leaving Rosa alone with 3 small children in Wallsburg. Indians often came in to get warm and would burn up all their wood. She was just tired of living up there alone, and one day she bundled up the children and started down Provo Canyon through deep snow. She met her husband coming up. They returned to their home, but planned to move to American Fork, which they did the following spring, living there the remainder of their lives.

When one of the younger babies came, Rosa lay in bed with pans all over the bed to catch the rain water that leaked through the dirt roof. This gave her rheumatism. She suffered months of pain and had to learn to walk all over again.

Their home was always open to the wayfarer and many partook of their hospitality. Rosa was a wonderful cook and home maker and she could always make room for one more.

Though they had many hardships to endure, to discourage and dishearten them, faith hope and courage predominated. Such lives are fruitful lessons to those who remain, giving strength to the weak and encouragement to all.

Charles and Rosa were parents of 12 children following the above mentioned three. The remainder were all born in American Fork. They were: Rosa Clara, 8 Sept. 1861; Eliza Sampson, 21 Dec. 1863; Elizabeth, 17 Jun 1866; Walter, 6 Jan. 1869; Eleanor, 5 Apr. 1871; Georgina, 25 Apr. 1873; Emilie, 18 Nov. 1875 and Beatrice, 5 Feb. 1880.

Silas was a midget and rode a trained pony in a circus. He had beautiful golden hair and blue eyes and was about 3 ft. tall. He received much attention and one of the van drivers became very envious. During one of their moves from town to town, Silas was riding his pony along side the van. When they came to a narrow place in the road, the driver crowded the pony off and it fell on Silas, killing him.

A few months after their 50th wedding anniversary, Charles died of cancer on 12 July 1903. Rosa continued to live in the "Logie Place" with her daughter Georgina, where they served tasty home cooked meals to the travelers.

Rosa was very economical in money matters, but loved to spend for improvements around the place, especially if she could do it on the sly, to get the best of Georgina.

She was active up until about a week before her death. She passed away on 15 June 1913 and was buried in the American Fork Cemetery.

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History of James and Emily Blacknell Hoggard

James Hoggard was born 4 August 1823, at Edwinstowe, Nottinghamshire, England. He was the son of Samuel and Elizabeth Radford Hoggard and was the tenth child in the family. His mother passed away when he was three years old. His father married again to Elizabeth Elvidge. There were eight children born of this union, making a family of eighteen children. His father was a professional butcher and was gored to death as he was in the act of killing an animal. At this time James was taken by a wealthy landlord with whom he lived and worked many years. While there he gained much valuable experience. (James was probably living in Arnold, Nottinghamshire, England, with his father and family as a youth.)

Emily Blacknall was the daughter of Joseph and Elizabeth Spencer Blacknall. She was born 14 February 1825, at Calverton, Nottinghamshire, England. Emily was short and slim with very dark hair and eyes. She was the sixth child in the family. Her people were all very industrious and thrifty. Her father and brothers were tailors by trade and her mother was a lace maker. Emily was an embroiderer and finisher of fancy gloves and all her sisters were experts with the needle. One time when she was helping her mother sew gloves for a glove factory, she dropped one of the gloves on the hearth and it was slightly burned. She was frightened for fear she would lose the work, but when the man come to see about the gloves she told him what had happened. He was very kind and showed her how to mend it so it could be sold as a second.

James and Emily were married 26 February 1842, when he was nineteen and she was seventeen. They made their home in Calverton, near Emily’s family. Thirteen children were born of this union, six in England and the others in America.

One day in the year 1852, the elders of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, came to their home and taught them the Gospel. Being of the blood of Joseph and the lineage of Ephraim, they recognized the true Gospel of Christ and readily accepted it. They were baptized into the church and soon began to dream of coming to Zion. They were comfortably situated in England, but they were willing to leave behind their worldly possessions and their many friends and relatives to come to Utah to join the Saints.

After careful planning and arranging, James Hoggard left his wife and family behind and came to America to make a place for them. Emily was left behind with four small children: Mary, Elizabeth, George and James. One son, Samuel, had died at the age of five. Not long after James left for America, another little girl, Dorothy, was born.

James was thirty years old when he set sail from England on the ship Germanacus, under Captain Falls, on 4 April 1854. One of the passengers who crossed the Atlantic in this company wrote the following statement: "They left Liverpool bound for the United States with about five hundred passengers on board the ship, which was a sailing vessel. About one half of the people on board were Latter Day Saints. They became lost and tried to find the trade winds but failed. When near the West Indies, some of the sailors went on shore to get water as the ships supply was running low. The food supply was also low, so it was necessary to go on rations. Here they were in a dead calm for twenty days, with the thermometer reading 120 degrees in the shade. They took on board a few casks of water near Cuba. Here again the ship struck bottom and was compelled to stand still until the next day when the tide came in. The sailors then tied ropes to the ship and pulled it off the bottom in a row boat." (Record book of the D.U.P. Richard Cook was the Captain left the same date 4 April 1854 with 220 LDS on board the ship Germanacus.)

The ship arrived in New Orleans on 12 June 1854, having spent sixty seven days in the voyage from Liverpool. From this point they shipped on the steamboat Uncle Sam, destined for St. Louis, Missouri. They landed there on 24 July 1854. The price of the ticket was $3.50. Fourteen days were spent in quarantine on an island below St. Louis where many of the company died. Elder Richard Cook was in charge of this group of saints.

History of the voyage is recorded as follows: "SEVENTY-FIFTH COMPANY -- Germanicus, 220 souls. The ship Germanicus, Captain Fales, with two hundred and twenty Saints on board, in charge of Elder Richard Cook, sailed from Liverpool, April 4th 1854. The vessel had a rather lengthy voyage, in consequence of which she had to put in at St. George's on the Grand Caicos (an island north of Dominica) where she stayed two days and took in eight days' supply of water. We also had to stop at Tortugas (near Key West, off Florida) for a further supply on the thirtieth of May. Continuing the voyage from Tortugas June 4th, the company had a pleasant voyage to New Orleans, where they arrived the twelfth of that month. One birth and two deaths occurred during the passage. Within two hours after landing at New Orleans, President Cook had made an engagement with the captain of the steamboat Uncle Sam to take the company to St. Louis for three dollars and fifty-cents each, luggage free; those under fourteen years of age half price. The next day, (the thirteenth) the Saints continued the journey from New Orleans to St. Louis where some of them remained until the next season. The rest soon afterwards reached the general place of encampment for the emigrants near Kansas City. (Millennial Star, Vol. XVI, pp.240, 270, 297, 440, 462.)"

Aboard ship with James, were two other LDS converts traveling to America, Thomas and Emma Smith Featherstone.  Little did they then know that James son, Hyrum and the Featherstone’s daughter, Mary Ann, would marry years later.

James worked and saved for a year and then sent for his wife and family, and on 26 April 1855, Emily and her five children set sail on the ship William Stetson for New York. There were two hundred twenty nine saints on board and Elder Aaron Smithwist was in charge of them. Emily was ill most of the way and Mary, who was only ten years old, was pressed into service to cook, nurse and babysit. The trip was hard on all of them. Their cup of sorrow ran over when baby Dorothy died from a sudden illness and had to be buried at sea.

James was waiting for them, when they arrived in New York. He was eager to welcome them to their new land and anxious to take the baby he had never seen in his arms. His sorrow and disappointment was great when he learned of her death, and he realized what Emily had endured alone. He was very thankful for the safe arrival of the rest of his family and they were all happy to be together again.

The family stayed at Burlington, Iowa, and they began to work and save for the trip to Utah. Emily went out to sew for people and James worked on a boat on the Mississippi River. It was dangerous work but paid a good wage. In a years time they had the means to continue their journey. Their son Hyrum was born 22 March 1856. Just three weeks later they left for Utah. They traveled with Captain Merrill’s Ox Team Company. Emily had to ride most of the way in the wagon since she wasn't very strong. Along the way, she had to give up the third of her children, James, who was just four years old, died and was buried along the way. It is hard to imagine the hardships and heart ache they endured, but it makes me realize how much the gospel meant to them and the strength of their testimonies.

After a five month journey, they arrived in Salt Lake City on 11 September 1856. They were met by Heber C. Kimball and after a few days rest traveled on to American Fork with other saints. They arrived in American Fork on 15 September 1856 and camped by the creek that ran along the north wall of the fort. James went to work cutting hay and grain, and often waded in water up to his knees. He worked with brother Joshia Nicholes and they took squash and potatoes for their pay. Emily took her little family and went to glean the fields for dropped grain to eat. Brother Teltcher took the grain to Springville and brought back flour and this saw them through the long, hard winter. Thus began their life in the land of Zion, the place to which they came, because of their faith and love of the gospel.

They worked long and hard and through they had many trying times they never gave up. James was always up and going before three a.m. each morning. Emily learned to braid straw hats, which James or young George would take to Camp Floyd and sell to the soldiers in Johnstons Army. They made the trip with an ox team and also sold the butter and eggs they could spare. The soldiers were happy to buy the things and this was the first money they had since arriving in Utah.

They began building their long dreamed for home in the next spring. They hauled logs with an ox team and built a house on a lot of their own. (The current address of the home is 32 East 100 South, American Fork, Utah).

In this humble home were born seven more children: Heber, Hannah, Alfred, Emily, Annie, and Martha and another baby that died at birth.

As the older children grew up, they married and left the home nest. Three of them were married before Martha was born. James and Emily lived in that same place the rest of their lives.

James was a very broad minded man, his motto in all his dealings was to give but never take. He was honest and generous to a fault. At no time in his life was he too busy or tired to go help a neighbor. He seemed to have the gift of healing, and people often came to him for help to set a broken bone or to be treated for cuts or wounds. He tended to sick animals as well as people and thought nothing of spending hours with a sick horse or cow. He felt it was his duty to do all he could for anyone who needed his help.

He was the first head water master in American Fork, which position he held for twenty one years. He had charge of all bridges and roads in the community and it was he who divided the water that came from American Fork Canyon. The water was shared with Lehi and Pleasant Grove, or Battle Creek as it was called then. He was very progressive and believed in home industry. He held stock in every cooperative project that would help the community in any way. As the years passed, due to hard work and thrift, the Hoggard's were as comfortable and prosperous as most of the people in the town. They were very generous and hospitable and no one ever went away hungry from their home. Strangers were made as welcome as friends and neighbors, and they opened their home to people just arriving to make a home in this land, and helped them to find work and get settled for themselves.

They loved music and dancing and on New Years day, everyone was invited to come and partake of their hospitality. Emily cooked for days ahead and friends and neighbors gathered to enjoy the food and fun that was always to be had there. The brass band never failed to come and play on New Years night. The song they loved best was Auld Lang Syne.

James and Emily now had everything to make them comfortable and happy. All was well with them until one day in the spring of 1883. James and Martha, the youngest daughter, were working in the field when James was stricken with a sunstroke and became very ill. He went and lay down under a tree on the ditch back to see if the sickness would pass. He finally sent Martha home, but he didn't get here until late in the afternoon. That was the last day he ever went to the field. He was ill all summer and on Sunday morning, 26 August 1883, his noble spirit went back to the God who gave it. At his funeral services, each speaker mentioned his outstanding honesty in all his dealings.

James death was a blow from which Emily never fully recovered. She had never been very strong and James had always been the main stay of the home. Emily was always patient and never complained but she wasn't well. On 10 April 1891, she had to have her big toe amputated because of an infection from an ingrown toe nail. On 1 September 1896, she passed away. She left a living posterity of nine children, fifty six grandchildren and twenty six great grandchildren. She left them a heritage of which they can well be proud.

James and Emily are buried in the American Fork City Cemetery, Utah.

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