My grandfather and grandmother Brown I knew little about; they died when my father was quite young.
They had three Sons; Joseph, John and Jonathan. My grandfather and grandmother Fairchild I well
remember. Grandmother died when I was four years old, in Connecticut. Grandfather then went to
Pennsylvania and died there. I think they had five sons and two girls. The names that I can remember are Samuel, Sherman, Stephan, Eunice and Sarah. Grandfather’s name was Stephen, and grandmother‘s name was Eunice.My father, John Brown, born February 25, 1770 - Their children were:
Juda Brown, born November 2, 1793
Eunice Brown, born August, 1794
John Brown, born August 24, 1795
Mary Brown, born March 2, 1799
Thirsa Brown, born July 11, 1802
Sally Brown, born February 27, 1805
Catherine Brown, born August 13, 1808
Loring G. Brown, born April 17, 1811
They were all born in Connecticut, but Catherine and Loring. They were born in Pennsylvania.My father moved from Connecticut to Pennsylvania when I was six years old. My father’s home was a
home for the Methodist Preachers and all other preachers when they came. I joined the Methodist church
when I was 13 years old. I lived in Pennsylvania until I was married in 1815 to Zerah Pulsipher. My oldest
child was born May 30, 1816.Mary Ann Pulsipher, born May 30, 1816
died July 14, 1816
Almira Pulsipher, born September 8, 1817
married Horras Burgess
died March 8, 1868
Nelson Pulsipher, born March 28, 1820
died May 7, 182h
Mariah Pulsipher, born June 11, 1522
married William Burgess
died, 1893
Sarah Pulsipher, born November 20, 1824
married John Alger
died January, 1909
John Pulsipher, born July 17, 1827
first marriage: Rosella Huffaker
second marriage: Esther Barnum
died August 9, 1891
Charles Pulsipher, born April 20, 1830
Mary Ann Pulsipher, born November 20, 1833
married Thomas S. Terry
died September 18, 1913
William Pulsipher, born January 21, 1836
married Ester Chidester
died March 12, 1380
Eliza Jane Pulsipher, born July 26, 1840
married Thomas S. Terry
died May 6, 1919
Fidelia Pulsipher, born October 13, 1842
died January 8, 1846
We lived in Pennsylvania seven years. Did a great deal of hard work there; then left and moved to New
York State -- in Oneadago County. There we heard the gospel preached for the first time by the Latter
Day Saints. We went forth and were baptized in the year 1832 by Jared Carter. He baptized about 20 in
that place. Then ordained my husband, Zera Pulsipher, and left him to preside over the Church. He
baptized more. We stayed there about two years, then moved 20 miles to Fabius; lived with a Doctor
Newcome one-and-a-half years. Then we all moved to Kirtland, Ohio, together. Stayed there four years.
Zera was ordained there one of the first Seven Presidents by the hands of Joseph Smith, the Prophet.He helped build the Temple. Got his endowments in it, then we were driven from that place with the rest
of the Saints. We started in July (the 15th) with a large camp for Missouri. We all got there in the fall and
went to Davies County. My husband was one of the Councii that led the Camp. We stayed in that place
one month; then we were driven from there by the mob. Then we went to the far west and stayed there
through the winter. Then we had to go again. We started in March for Illinois. We stopped 25 miles from
Nauvoo, in Bear Creek Woods.The winter we were in the Far Western part of Missouri, we had to part with our good old Mother
Pulsipher. She was sick one week, and then died. The day before she died, she lay looking up. I said,
“Mother, what do you see?” She said, “Oh, don’t you see that light?” I looked, but could not see any. The
next day she saw it again over her bed. She said, “That is a light to light me through the dark valley of
death." Then she fell asleep without a struggle or groan. I think she was 85 years old.We stayed in Bear Creek Woods nearly two years. Then the first Presidency had gotten out of prison and
out of Missouri. The Saints had begun to settle Nauvoo They sent for us to move there. We went there
and stayed, I think, five years. My youngest child, Fidelia, was born there. She was a very smart,
promising child, but we could not keep her only four years and three months. We buried her there. We
helped build the Temple there - got our endowments in it - then we started with the rest of the Church
west to find some place where we could live in peace. We were two years, not forty, in going to Salt
Lake. We helped cultivate the bare desert and make it “blossom like the rose.” My husband was one of
the City Council most of the time we were there.Then we were called to go south three hundred miles and help cultivate another barren desert. We have
lived 10 years in this place, Hebron. We have enjoyed great blessings, lived in peace, none to molest or
make afraid, although we have had to part with some of our dear friends here. Almira, my daughter, died
in March, 1868, and John’s wife, Rosilla and little boy, William Lewis, died. We lived here, enjoyed
ourselves well with our children and grandchildren all around us until my husband was called away by
death, in January 1872. He lived to a good age, and then went down to the grave like a shock of corn,
fully ripe. I am spared yet. I hope to do a little good before I die.I used to say when my children were small if I could live to see my children grow up and be honorable
men and women, it would be all I could ask for. I have lived to see them all settled with good families, all
trying to do what good they can to build up the Kingdom of God. I feel very thankful and much pleased
with my children. I hope they well live and do much good; be united and be agreeable, and try to help
each other and carry out the council their father and mother have given them. I write this after I am 72
years old, for my children to look at. It is written very poorlye Perhaps you cannot read it.May God Bless You All.
By request I write a little more history and experiences. Eight years have passed away since I wrote the
little sketches, I am still here. I will begin by my first experiences in the Methodist church. My parents
taught me to be honest, industrious, and to keep the Sabbath Day. They were very strict Methodists.
When I was about 13 years old I thought I ought to join the Methodist Church. It was the only church I
knew much about. The preachers came every week to preach at father’s house. I told him I wanted to
join the church and he said I could. I did not know but they would call on me to relate a great experience
when I was converted, but I could not have told them. All they did was to put my name on the class
paper for six month‘s trial. When six months was out the preachers said, “Here is Sister Mary. She is a
good, faithful, worthy Sister. I motion that she be taken in full fellowship.” I was voted in. Perhaps one
year passed not a word was said about baptism. I said to the preacher, “Do you believe baptism to be a
duty for us to obey?” He said baptism was not a saving ordinance, just to answer a good conscience. I
said, "I see by reading the New Testament, I consider it a duty -- a command." He said, “What say?” I
said there was only one way that looked to be right to be immersed and buried in the water. He said,
“The Savior set the example and He was not immersed. He went out into the water and knelt down and
had some water poured on his head.” He said he had seen it in history. He went to the water. He sang
and prayed, then took me by the hand and led me to the water, saying, “Step in and kneel.” I did. He
dipped a little water, said over the ceremony, and poured it on my head, while he stood on the bank did
not wet his feet. I thought if baptism was to answer a good conscience, I was not satisfied. It looked like
mockery to me, but I had done my duty.I write this to let my children see the darkness and ignorance the world was then in. Surely the Prophet
could say darkness and sin had covered the earth, and gross darkness, the people. I rejoice that we live
in a day that the true light and true gospel was in.I think I was in the Methodist church about 20 years before I heard the true gospel. We happened to see
the Book of Mormon. We borrowed it, read it, and believed it, but did not know anything more about it.
We were very anxious to know more about it. It was not long before a Mormon preacher came. We had a
great many questions to ask..He told us how the Book was found and translated. He said baptism by
immersion was the only right way. It was for the remission of sins. I thought that looked right. In a short
time some were ready to be baptized. I wanted to be at the first opportunity, but Satan thought he would
hinder it. The night before baptism, I was taken very lame with rheumatism or something. I was so sick I
could not get around much. As they were fixing to go, Brother Carter said to me, “Sister Pulsipher, if you
will do your duty, you shall be healed.” I took a cane and hobbled to the water and went in. It was a very
cold day, but I came out well, left my cane, and went away rejoicing. I was very ignorant. I had not heard
anything about being confirmed, or receiving the Holy Ghost. The next evening went to meeting and the
six that were baptized were there. When he put his hands on my head, he said, “Sister Pulsipher, by the
authority of the Holy Priesthood and in the name of Jesus, I lay my hands on your head to bless you and
to confirm you a member of the Church of Jesus Christ. I say unto you receive the Holy Ghost.” He
promised great blessings if I would be faithful. The spirit of the Lord was there. We sang, prayed, and
praised God together. It was not long before the news went around that Brother and Sister Pulsipher
were Mormons. Some would not believe it until they came to see us. We had plenty of visitors. Some
came to try to convince us that it was all delusion. They thought they could reclaim us, but went away
disconsolate. Others came to inquire. They said if we had got something better, they wanted to know it.
They would be baptised and go home rejoicing.I will mention one that came to see me. My brother-in-law, Joseph (Joe) Chidister. He lived four miles
from me; he was going to move away, but could not go without seeing me. I had belonged to the same
church he did. He was a preacher. He said I was the last one he thought of as being led away with such
hearsay and delusions, as he thought it was. “Well,” I said, “if this is what the world calls hearsay - to
worship my God,” said I, “I know in whom I believe.” He said, “I think in about six months you will see
your error. I think Mormonism will be all down flat in that time.” I said, “Joseph, I have not the least idea
that it will. It will stand. But if it does come down I never could go to the Methodist or another church that
I know of. It would be going right into darkness.” He said, “I see I cannot convince you, but I have done
my duty.” He cried and bid me farewell. I said, “I thank you for the kind feelings you have for me. Do not
worry about me.” I never saw him after that. He moved away, lived a few years and died very suddenly
with heart disease. He had an appointment to preach the day he was buried. His wife, my sister, died
soon after. I think they have heard the gospel preached before this time. Zera and Joseph were great
friends. He had not read the Book of Mormon nor heard a sermon preached. He judged before he heard -
like to many others. If they would hear and heed, without prejudice, there would not be half so many
among hearsay, delusion, and false prophets.Well, I began to gather with the church. Went to Kirtland, there had my blessings from the first Patriarch
in this church, Father Joseph Smith. He said I should have my friends with me in this church, and that I
would be the means of saving and redeeming them. I believe every word, but did not understand how it
could come to pass. I never heard nor thought of being baptised for the dead. He said I had left all for the
gospel, I should have a hundred fold in this world and in the world to come, life everlasting, with many
more good blessings if I would be faithful.I am almost 81 years old, have lived and enjoyed myself well with my children a long time; I expect the
time will come when I must leave them. I have watched over them tried to comfort them and instruct
them right. I pray that they may live in peace, be united, and keep all the commandments of God. If
riches increase, set not your hearts on them, but lay up treasures in Heaven. It is the only safe place that
we can lay up riches.I would like to have my children live near together to help and comfort one another. May God bless you
all.Mary Brown Pulsipher
Hebron, March, 1880.
I, John (her son), take the liberty to write a little in this book, as mother has passed away from mortal life.
She died on the 7th of May, 1886, in the midst of friends and about as near ready as mortals ever get.
So I record a little more of her history in this book.As she lived to such advanced age, her children well desired her to give up housekeeping and live with
some of us. Then we would know if she needed anything and could help her so much better than if she
was alone in her little house. So she did close her house and have a good time. She went to St. George
and visited her daughters, Sarah and Eliza, and their children and friends for several months. She then
returned to Hebron and had pleasant happy times with us at Hebron for about two years.Truly we did have an enjoyable time talking of early life, incidents of history in Connecticut, and the USA,
and the restoration of the Gospel and the rise of the church in this age of the world.When she died we buried her by the side of father in Hebron Cemetery. Here is some of Mother’s own
loose papers that I will record in this book.March 2, 1879
“When I went to the Relief Society Meeting I expected to see 10 or 12 sisters and 3 or 4 of the brothers
there the Bishop told me he was going. When I opened the door, the first I saw was long tables loaded
with pies, cakes, cheese and the comforts of life. I looked around and saw about every family in town
seated there, about 90 per cent besides the babies. I was so surprised it almost overcome me. I said,
“What does all this mean? I came to a meeting but it looks more like a feast.” I then took my seat. The
Bishop then arose and said, “This is in honor of Mother Pulsipher. This is her 80th birthday.” I then began
to cry, I was so overcome. The food was then blessed and all enjoyed it to their fill until all had enough. I
was then called on to preside over the meeting. After singing, I asked my oldest son, John, to open the
meeting with prayer. Another hymn was sung, then I walked onto the stand and said, “I don’t know as I
can say much, but I think these people can keep a secret, for I knew nothing of this feast until I was right
here and opened the door. I feel very unworthy to have so much honor and respect shown me. I thank
you all. I ask my Heavenly Father to bless you all. I suppose I am the oldest person here 80 yeard old
today. I have been in the Church over 47 years; have passed through persecutions, rnobbings and
driving with the Saints since the days of Kirtland. I rejoice that I am worthy to have a name and place
with these people."“I left all my friends but my own family. Father Smith, the first Patriarch in the Church, laid his hands on
my head and blessed me. He said I should have my friends in his church, would stand on Mt. Zion, help
save and redeem them. He said I had left all to obey the Gospel and that I should in this world have a
hundred fold. That is fulfilling very fast. I have 56 grandchildren and 75 great grandchildren. So you see
there is upwards of a hundred fold now and increasing at a wonderful rate. I beg you all, the sisters of the
Relief Society, to be faithful, do all the good you can, be united, put your faith in God, and you need not
have any fears.”
Signed • Mary Brown Pulsipher
MARY BROWN PULSIPHER’S FAREWELL ADDRESS TO HEBRON
(These are a few lines mother wrote on October 16, 1883, before going to St. George to live a while.)I have been in Hebron from the beginning. I located with my boys as they were herding cattle at Shoal
Creek when the main part of this country was a desert and sage plain. I have worked hard to make this a
beautiful happy home. With the help of my boys, I built the first house out of the fort. Have lived in it
about 15 years, and enjoyed myself wonderfully well in it. Have had much joy and comfort in it. Have
seen the place grow and flourish, but the time draws near when I expect to leave it, perhaps never to
return, but I leave it with the best of feelings. I never expect to find any place I like as well. If I should die
away from here I want to be brought back and buried here with my friends that are waiting for me behind
the veil.I have been in this church 52 years; passed the persecutions with the Saints, but never felt to complain,
but that all would be well. I pray my Father in Heaven to bless Hebron, bless the people. May Lord bless
the land, the water, the cattle, and all; may it be a healthy delightful place. I bid you all farewell.Farewell, dear Hebron, we love so well,
Farewell, dear Saints, that in it dwell
May you all be true, keep covenants well
That we may all in Glory dwell.Mary B. Pulsipher