Edward Garrett Ogden
Edward was born in Mottram, Cheshire, England on 21 July 1847. He was the sixth child of seven born to Edward Ogden Sr. and Sarah Garrett. His early history is one replete with miraculous escapes from death or permanent injury.
His parents owned and operated the "Angel Inn" in Mottram. Two L.D.S. missionaries had rented a large room for the purpose of holding meetings.
Their songs and prayer attracted the Ogdens who first listened, then attended the meetings and became converted. Edward Ogden Sr. was baptized 17 Sept 1848. The spirit of gathering took possession of them and they began making plans to come to Utah. They sold their Inn. Father Ogden was blind by this time but nothing daunted Sarah Ogden. She with the assistance of the oldest son, just 14, attended to the details of the trip.
March 1853 began their three months in a sailing vessel. On Landing in America every thing was strange to them, but Mother Ogden set about securing oxen, wagons and supplies for the long trek across the plains to Utah. They were assigned to Capt. John Brown's company. Father Ogden became ill with "Mountain Fever" and died 7 Sept. 1853. He was buried on the east bank of the Beaver River. 17 Oct. 1853 the party reached Salt Lake City.
That winter was a hard one. Mother Sarah did her best to procure food. The older boys gathered firewood. The twin girls were placed in Brigham Young's home to tend children or whatever chores they could do. That left Elizabeth, Edward and Mary alone at home frequently. Food was very scarce by spring. The children dug sego roots and other roots that might be edible.
Edward, who was now 6 years, the hard winter had taken heavy toll of his strength but as they obtained better food he regained his health. He never was very strong after that, but he was quick and active.
When Edward was about eight, he and some other boys, were herding their cows on the Mountain. The Ogden cow fell and went crashing down the canyon, breaking her bones and killing her. He dreaded telling his mother so he hid in the cow shed. When he did not return she envisioned the worst. When she found him safe and sound in the cow shed, she clasped him in her arms and thanked the Lord that he was safe. That made him feel better.
When the Johnston's Army came, many of the saints went South. The Ogdens went with them and took up some land in Spanish Fork. When the Saints felt it safe to return to Salt Lake the Ogdens returned also.
The next spring went back to Spanish Fork to work the soil. One morning William was out hunting the team when some Indians pulled at the bedding. When they saw Edward they said, "Shut up, boy." Then they gathered up the bedding and food and rode away. It was very cold and stormy. There was nothing for the boys to do but to harness up the team and return to Salt Lake. They made several trips back and forth that spring till one of their horses died. Then they became discouraged, sold their claim, bought another horse from some people passing through and started for home. When they reached what is now Lindon, some men on horse back hailed them and one man said, "That's my horse, unhitch him." The boys protested but the man called a Mr. Lord living near by to identify the horse. Mr. Lord agreed that it was the horse that had been stolen. There was nothing to do but to turn their newly purchased horse over to its owner. With one horse hitched to the wagon tongue, they made their way home, discouraged and beaten.
Later the Ogdens secured a team of oxen with which the boys hauled logs and fire wood from the canyon. Bill was a trusty ox but Buck was very contrary. He wanted to prance and turn in the yoke. Edward, now 12, was given the job of running along side of Buck with a sharp stick to keep him in line, Once where the road was very narrow Edward slipped and fell beneath the wheel of the loaded wagon. He screamed and William stopped the oxen just as the wheel was passing over his thigh. When he was freed he tried to crawl out but could not move. William fixed some bedding on top of the load and pulled Edward up on it and proceeded down the canyon. What a relief when someone with a spring wagon took Edward home. A Dr. Anderson was called. He said there was little chance of saving the leg but he would do all he could. To the surprise of all the leg was healed in six months although it was always a little shorter than the other leg.
The following years the boys were in the canyon again, this time with a team of horses. Edward went to fix a tug and the sharp shod horse kicked him in the head, splitting the skin all the way across the top of his head. William got on one of the horses and pulled the unconscious Edward up and rode to town. He carried a scar across the top of his head for the rest of his life.
In 1861, the family moved to Kaysville where he acquired a farm. He was always ready and willing to do whatever he could in the Ward. He helped build churches, school houses and tabernacles. He taught a Sunday School class for many years that was an inspiration to many young boys. Former Governor Henry H. Blood paid high tribute to the inspiration he received from his Sunday School Teacher - Edward Ogden.
His married life is told along with Louisa's for they were never separated except for the time she spent in school at the B.Y.U. and an Iowa convention. While she was in school she spent the week ends at home.
When he passed away in 1931 she was in shock. She had cared for him so many years, she was dazed and weak. It took her some time to recover and get her strength back.