A couple of weeks ago, I shared the story of Susan Elizabeth Bench, the polygamist who escaped to Mexico after being arrested for the crime of bigamy. Today, we bring you more from Susan, but instead of a first-person narrative story written by myself, we bring you the words of Susan herself, taken from her biography. If you have a biography or journal entry from one of your relatives that you would like to share, e-mail us at thehipsterhistorian (at) gmail (dot) com or share with us on our Facebook page here. Now, without further ado, Part 1 of the biography of Susan Elizabeth Bench Wall.
“I was born on the 19th of October 1864 at Manti, Utah, the daughter of John L. Bench and Mariah Kirby, of England, pioneers of 1852. I lived there through childhood and enjoyed my parents and grandparents very much. As a child, I remember going to Salt Lake City (Utah) with father and mother to the April and October conference (of the LDS Church). It would take us four days each way with horse and buggy or wagon. We would stay at grandmother Kirby’s. She made her home there-after years had married a man by the name of John Picknell who had a butcher business.
Grandfather (William Bench, 1815-1875) Bench worked all day at blacksmithing, but at the end of the day’s work, Eliza Bench, a cousin, and I would race to meet him as he came home. We had many pleasant romps with him, black and dirty, as he was, he would kick us all as we would try to grab him around the legs. He would run and we would chase him home. Grandmother always had an apple or cookie waiting for us as we went in with him.
Often father would go to his friend and we would ride with him or sit on the back of the wagon and let our feet hang out. I remember mother would go; she would always wait on the side of the canal if it was full of water until he returned because she was frightened of water. As a small child she would take me out and we would wait until father came back. I went to school up to the eighth grade. My parents always saw to it that I attended out (sic) duties such as going to Sunday School, Mutual, Sacrament Meeting. When I was older I sang in the ward choir. We sang at the dedication of the Manti Temple and our choir was known as a very good choir—the best of its time. I did some temple work, baptismal word for the dead and father baptized me for 500 souls one time.
I was fourteen years old when mother took sick on the ninth of January 1878. She was only sick for three weeks and died on the 21st of January. Her health had been poor and father contributed it to hardships in early life. Father was left along with only myself and my two brothers, John L., 8 years and William Edward, 2 years. Mother had had two other boys, Charles Watson and Urban Lorenzo but they had died in infancy. Mother died of rheumatic fever. I was old enough to know how to do a few things but mother had made the mistake in not teaching me to cook and I did not know much about it, so I kept house and did the best I could for father and the boys.
Author’s Note: This is not an actual letter from Susan Elizabeth Bench to her grandchildren but a historical narrative based off facts from Susan’s life as noted in her biography.
My Dearest Grandchildren,
I write you this letter to clarify some of my life as you have asked. The stories of my life I would not want to repeat for any of you, but they have shaped me into who I am today.
Back in 1886, I met you grandfather, Francis George Wall in Glenwood, Utah while he was a Sunday School counselor and I was the Sunday School Secretary. Early the next year, in the snowy days of February I made my way by wagon to Nephi with Francis. Once when we arrived in Nephi, we left our horses and wagon and took a train to Salt Lake City.
When we arrived in Salt Lake, it was a blinding snow storm, but we were able to make it for my Grandmothers (Honor Hannah Watson) home at 647 South Main Street. Francis and I stayed with my family for just one day before taking the train to the People’s Hotel in Logan.
On the 18th of February 1887, Francis and I went to the Logan LDS Temple where we were married by a C.D. Felstead. We stayed three days in the People’s hotel before returning to my Grandmother Honor’s home in Salt Lake City.
The next few days were a flurry of activity as we made our ways back to our respective homes, I didn’t see Francis (or as I called him, Brother Wall) again until November of that same year (1887).
No one in town knew where I had gone for those few days, because polygamy had started to be looked upon with disdain by non-members and member of my church alike. In fact, I lived “underground” (as it was commonly called) for three years, without ever publicly declaring my marriage to Francis.
Our first son, John Edward Wall was born on the 13th of February of 1890 in Manti, Utah. When John was only a week old, I was arrested on charges of bigamy and put under a $2,500.00 bond and ordered to appear in court in Salina, Utah by the United States Deputy Marshall to answer the charges of five years.
On the 21st of March 1890, my brother John drove the team of oxen with me in the back of the wagon box after a deep and hard snow storm while I took my son, John Edward, with me.
As it goes with the court, dates change and the next morning after arriving in Salina, I was informed I was to appear in Spring City on the 1st of June in that year. After that appearance, the court date was again pushed back until the 27th of September 1890, this time in Provo, Utah — before a grand jury.
I was quite worried that they were going to put me away and that my little son, John Edward would be without a mother. The night before I was supposed to be in court, I stayed with the Farr family and told the wife that if I never came back to retrieve my boy that she could have him.
During all this time, Francis was nowhere to be found, as he had already made his escape to Mexico on the advice of our Church President, John Taylor. At this point, Brother Wall had never even seen our son.
While at court, I could hear all the other women give their testimonies in court about their polygamist lives. In fact, there was one woman, Bell Harris who had her small child in her arms during the whole ordeal, and she was sentenced to five years.
When my turn came, they locked the door as if I would escape and asked me all the questions they could think — I told the truth as my husband had instructed me to do so. After all was said and done, I was released on bail. It probably helped that the prosecuting attorney was Aunt Jane’s (one of my father’s polygamous wives — Jane Nickland) brother.
Just the very next year, in June of 1891, I left my home in Manti, Utah for Mexico to escape the persecution for practicing polygamy, which was now officially declared unfit for members of my church. John Edward was only a year and a half when we left.
From Manti, we traveled by train to Deming, New Mexico — which took three days. From Deming, I had to try and find anyone that would take me and my baby to Mexico, as no trains were running into the country at that time. I was able to find two men (Charles Shumway and Henry Marteneau.) that would take me there.
We were set to leave the next day, but little Ted (John Edward) broke out with scarlet fever, and it took us more than three weeks to leave. By that time, Francis had heard we were there and came up to meet up with a team and wagon to take us to our new home.
And that my dear children, is how I had to escape to Mexico because I chose to marry a man who already had a wife. I pray that this letter finds you well.