Thursday, October 30, 2014

Spence, Martha (Heywood) 1812-1973 - About her life, her diary by Jane Edwards


Martha Spence was the third wife of Joseph Leland Heywood.  They had two children, Joseph Neal, and Sarepta. 
Martha is the great grandmother of the contributor, Richard Neal Heywood.

  Martha Heywood:  

         Diary Relieved Life of Illness. Loneliness        

  By Jane Edwards, Executive director of the Salt Lake YWCA, 1985-1997

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"My feelings are so chilled when   I    think of going to Brother Heywood's house."

Six weeks before the wedding day, Martha's appraisal had not warmed."How much Mr. Heywood reminds me of my brother whose peculiarities I never could endure.  But Mr. Heywood is less of the critique and also less interesting." 

By her own admission, Martha Heywood felt greater kinship to her co-wife Sarepta than she did with the husband they shared.

“Mrs. Heywood is much reserved in her manner toward me, but I admire her very much.  She is the personification of a good wife and in such matters I feel very small beside her.”

Not surprisingly, Martha Heywood wasn't a match for the woman she so admired. She acknowledged that she had never washed her own clothes until she was 30 years old, nor had she ever cooked or kept house before her arrival in Utah.

Her choices had been different. Through her admiration of Sarepta Heywood, Martha Heywood also judged:  “It pains me to see a woman in the prime of her youth tied down to the responsibility of a large family.”

For a year Martha Spence’s writing had sustained her, first releasing expectancy about being allowed to travel west.  An Irish-born immigrant to America at age 22 against the advice of her parents and friends, she traveled in New York and Canada as an Advent preacher before joining the LDS Church in 1848.

The company of 70 wagons often traveled 17 miles a day, stopping Saturday, Sunday or Monday to recognize the Sabbath.  Loss of cattle, stampedes caused by a combination of accident and mismanagement and breaking of a wagon tongue or axle tree resulted in occasional delays.

The Sabbath was not a day of rest, as noted by Heywood’s writing on a mid-August Sunday in 1850.

“Preparing meals and washing dishes is not pleasant work in a rainstorm outdoors.  During the day Brother Campbell called to get some medicine for his wife who was dangerously ill from jumping out of the wagon when coming down a bad place in Ash Hollow and since has continued feverish and in great pain.  She had her infant in her arms.

Considerable illness and numerous deaths on the westward journeys were punctuated by Heywood’s caretaking of Frank Heywood, nephew of her soon-to-be husband, who lay sick in the back of the wagon on the duration of the trip.

His death from consumption five weeks after arrival in the Salt Lake Valley was yet another of many deaths that followed the pioneers west.  Heywood’s thoughts jumped further back to steamboat travel with 240 Mormons from St. Louis, Mo., to Council Bluffs, Iowa, preparatory to the wagon trip to Utah.

She remembered the 58 deaths from cholera during the journey, recalling the makeshift graves on the river banks.  She could have taken time to ask more questions about those buried along the trial.  The stories she never told were not lost forever.

The magnitude of the stories Martha Spence Heywood did tell will never be known to her.

Historians consider her diary of the years 1850 to 1856 one of the best personal accounts of that period in Utah.  Her ambivalence about her marriage, honest appraisal of her husband’s leadership in settling Nephi and her rigorous self-examination demonstrated more than Heywood’s integrity.

Her writing preserved in the best way—through a woman’s voice—the vital roles women assumed in settling Utah.  The courage, sacrifice and stamina of women are reflected in every entry.  Heywood’s journal helps even the score.

Women have been slighted in Utah’s history books.

Perhaps Utah does better than other states.  Brigham Young, Heber C. Kimball and Wilford Woodruff tower at the top of This Is the Place Monument, which pictures a total of 65 men who were significant in Utah history.

The pioneer travelers on the east of the monument include a woman and two children.  On the west side of the monument, three women and one child are represented among the men.

Of the original pioneer party that left Nauvoo on April 7, 1847, three women and two children arrived in Salt Lake Valley.  Seventeen members who joined the wagon train at Fort Laramie (in present Wyoming) included women.

An additional 60 women marched with the Mormon Battalion from Fort Leavenworth, Kan., to Santa Fe, N. M., spending the winter of 8146-47 in Pueblo, Colo., before arriving in Salt Lake Valley a few days behind the first party.

They were joined by 20 women from Mississippi and Illinois who had wintered with the battalion women in Pueblo.  Before the end of July 1847, there were almost as many women in Utah as there were men.

So where are their stories.

Underplayed, hidden and silenced, the diaries and letters that have survived are valuable finds of historians and academicians, surfacing sporadically for public review.  The journal of Martha Spence Heywood was edited by Juanita Brooks and published in 1978 under the title Not by Bread Along.

Heywood’s confessions were honest and bold.

“As to myself I feel remarkable depression in reference to my arriving in the Valley.  When I think of it, a sober feeling comes over me that I cannot control.  I never experience this feeling that I know of on going to any place previous.”

The rest of her years took Heywood to many places she had not experience previously.

“September 21—Sunday—Started from the city on Wednesday (17th) afternoon, one o’clock in company with my husband and his nephew for the new settlement of Salt Creek with buoyant spirits and hope in full exercise.”

Within a year of this 1851 entry in Heywood’s journal, the settlement—later named Nephi—had grown to 44 families.  Amid the labor of building a city and warring with Indians, Martha Heywood founded Mount Nebo Literary Association, opened the first school to 17 scholars and gave birth to a son and a daughter.

Having been on her own most of the time in Nephi, making hats and teaching for a living and a community that was divided over her husband’s leadership, her bitterness toward Joseph Heywood grew.

“And to know how lavish he has been all this winter, and so stringent towards me and my health so poorly all winter is a trial for a woman that hs so little stamina as if have got.”

Perhaps her children brought Martha Heywood her greatest joy.  Three months after her marriage, she noted:  “Since I last wrote in my journal I have had but poor health.  I have reason to think it is in consequence of a change going on in my system giving me some hope of in due time becoming a mother, for which indication I bless the Lord in my inmost soul.”

In 1852, after neglecting her journal for two month, Heywood wrote:  “My darling little boy was born on the 18th of Nov. about half past nine forenoon in the wagon.”

The account of her second birth came two years later to the day:  “My little daughter was born August 8th, a very healthy child.  Mr. H. was not here at the time but arrived two days after her birth.  I did not suffer quite so much as I did with my boy.”

In early 1856, her son Nealy, almost 5, became seriously ill.  His 2-year-old sister, Sarepta, seemed unaffected.  Heywood recounted her caregiving:  “Having four nights watching with Nealy and he on the gain I relaxed my efforts in sitting up at night, nor thinking that there was any particular danger in my dear little girl’s case until she was sick one week—March 4.  Then I began to realize her real state which was dangerous to say the least.”

So commenced Martha Heywood’s death watch.  Her daughter died two weeks later only hours after Joseph Heywood, who was a U.S. Marshal, returned from of his long absences that typified the marriage.

“I washed her little body myself on my lap and dressed her in her own clothes and the last sewing I did for her was to make her a pair of shoes of which cloth.”

It was her daughter’s death, her own deteriorating health and Joseph Heywood’s release as president of the settlement that brought them back to Salt Lake City in early spring 1856.

The company of women and her writing again sustained Martha Heywood.  She began attending meetings of the Polysophical Society, an organization formed in 1854.

One of the groups original members, Elliza Roxey Snow, described a typical gathering as “a magnificent moral, intellectual and spiritual picnic.”

Martha Heywood’s thirst for learning bubbled up elsewhere.  Early in 1861,, 303 families representing various skills and trades were called to establish the city of St. George.

Joseph L. Heywood was on the list as a hatter, and he and Martha traveled as far as Washington where they took possession of a vacant adobe home, a sturdy home with a solid lumber floor and shingle roof to preserve warmth in the winter and cool in summer.


Martha lived out her life in Washington where she died in 1873 at age 61.  Wives Sarepta and Sarah had remained in Salt Lake City and outlived Martha by eight years, both dying in 1881.

Joseph lived to age 95 with his fourth wife, Mary Bell Heywood, 24 years his junior, who survived her husband by 5 years.

Martha Spence Heywood’s life was characterized by isolation, ill health and loneliness, relieved by withdrawal into an internal world, which she called “enjoying my mind.”

These words are sadly reflective of a woman who had no idea she had given the people of Utah—especially women—a timeless gift.

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Her Journal:   Not by Bread Alone - The Journal of Martha Spence Heywood, 
                    Digital Copy via Utah Division of State History (1850-1856)













Spence, Martha (Heywood) 1812-1873 Letter to Emmiline Free Young

(Martha Spence Heywood is the great grandmother of the contributor, Richard N. Heywood)


Martha Spence Letter to Emmeline Free Young.


(Copied from Not by Bread Alone, The Journal of Martha Spence Heywood 1950-1856, edited by Juanita Brooks)

The following letter, written by Martha Spence Heywood to Emmeline Free Young, a wife of Brigham Young, is printed here with the kind permission of the Archives Division, Historical Department, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It is especially revelatory of Martha's feelings about herself, her lack of domestic skills, her loneliness, and her unusual experiences prior to her marriage.

Dear Sister Emeline
Nephi Decd. 9th [1855] Sunday afternoon
How I long to write one good sentimental letter (one of my favorite amusements in past years) But since I've become a wife & mother all sentiment has died away in the realities of life, such as, cooking, washing, waiting on babies, &c, also the continual  trafic of borrowing & lending a necessary evil peculiarly adapted to new settlements, and now that you are actually living in a new settlement even Filmore I will dare to visit with you, through the medium of the pen. But were you yet in the old city of Salt Lake, I wd not think of commiting so great a blunder as to write a love letter to the Lady of the Governor of Utah the youngest but fairest & certainly most virtuous of Uncle Sam's family. I feel lonesome at times even in the proud & boasting city of Nephi, & when a letter arrives from the aforesaid Salt Lake City, it is very interesting.
Now its not for me to say that this letter will be interesting. But
if it wiles away a few moments of the dull tedium of domestic affairs
(what Felicia Hemans styled  "the horrors of  dinner ordering." but may be, you  cook dinner & wash  dishes-possible!  Governor's wife washes dishes! Oh my poor nerves! )  the endeavor will not be lost. But to the subject matter. You never was an old maid was you?
Well I know you never was, & what of it? Why you know nothing about what I once was, or the path I trod. Well, I learned many things journeying that path , that could not be learnt in any other path, I learned the value of a home, that I now appreciate so highly, ('tho, but three years enjoying this blessing, ) the value of belonging to somebody by the years experience of belonging to nobody, and gaining through that Somebody whom we call Lord , the rich blessing of children to give tone & exercise to the long treasured up woman's feelings, that many times seemed to burst the vessel that contained them.
I love my home, I dearly love the first & only home I'v had, since I first left my father's house, then in my twenty third year, & experience since then, has proven that I had a good mother, whose teachings & precepts comes in play every day of my present life, & whose memory is revered in the deep recesses of my heart . And I want to do by my children, that they may realize in their after years what I have for many years past.
My Mother died in the city of Dublin 14 Fehr 1837 I was then in New York City for the second time having crossed the Atlantic Ocean the third time. The event of her death almost crazed me, tho by an unaccountable operation in my mind I left my parents against their will, to come to America. But retum'd to make reconcilliation with them. I won my father over to an interest in America and he promised me, he would come but my dear mother never manifested a particle of interest in this country but to hate it & died of a broken heart caused by father's preparing to come.
During my visit to the homestead I was an invalid & continually in my mother's company but never could interest her, to converse on any topic relating to America And why? I will tell you, by relating a little of a conversation that occurred between us, "Mother, why do you dislike to hear and talk about America?" Because I hate it ! "Will you tell me why you hate it? It has been kind to your children. I know for myself that I have been treated well as a stranger in a strange land." She burst into a flood of tears saying as she rose from her seat & left the room "America has robbed me of my children & therefore do I hate it!" There were three of her children then in this country, and the fourth was determined to return, & I was the sole cause of her sever trouble which ended in her death.  The love of America had taken hold of my heart long before I dared to breathe it to any one till a circumstance in my Brother’s affairs made a jar in his business department.  Then I suggested (with a view to help myself) the advantages of his going to America while young & his family small, he swallowed the bait and talked the thing out in the family, & soon came the desired moment for me to talk also.  My father’s anger was very severe my mother’s more silent but deeper & in a few month I left without one cent to defray the expenses of a journey across the Atlantic then Oct 1834 in my 23rd year landed in New York with a debt of $40—& not a cent to pay the first weeks board.  But even in a common boarding house we were regarded (a sister having accompanied me & in the same predicament) as worthy of sympathy & instead of taking our little items of jewelry there was exertions made to find us sewing to pay for our expenses.
Well from that time to this, I have toiled & toiled late & early on acct of poor health I have done it by the hardest being obliged to travel often to recruit my health, did not know how to wash my clothes till I was about thirty years old never cooked or kept house till I came to Nephi never was a favorite with the multitude but never without one or more true hearted friends, had many offers & expectations to be married but always made it a point to look to the Lord to arrange such affairs for my good.  & I firmly believe that I have got the very husband the Lord designed for me.  Well are you tired of Sentiment history &c If I was a good housekeeper & had the wherewith I wd prefer making[ you a good Christmas Cake all dotted over under & through the middle with little black spots & larger brown ones, well “to want to, & can’t is hell” so says Bro Brigham.
Well I want to be a good housekeeper and I just mean to be one, in due time, I feel my awkardness so keenly, that I make blunders often from that very feeling.  I want to improve my character in every respect and the special favor I have recd in the best men on Earth turning in,  to humble dwelling & refreshing themselves inspires me with greater zeal to become worthy of such honors.  How is life in Filmore.  I desire much to pay it a visit while you are there, but have little hopes  Best respects to all the good Brethren & Sisters in your company Muff trade pressing slowly  Now sister Emeline I have written this by stretches out of two Sundays excuse blunders & please burn it up.

Martha Spence.
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Matha's Journal:   Not by Bread Alone - The Journal of Martha Spence Heywood, 
                    Digital Copy via Utah Division of State History (1850-1856)