Person:Sarah Smalley (1)

These are some leads 1. SARAH SMALLEY; Female; Christening: 20 MAR 1822 Saint John, Preston, Lancashire, England; Father: SAMUEL SMALLEY; Mother: JANE; Batch No.: C007133 Dates: 1813 - 1818 Source Call No.: 0094007 Type: Film Printout Call No.: 6903551 Type: Film Sheet: C007133 1818 - 1832 0094008 Film NONE 00

Sarah died at sea en-route to America with her children. Below is a story of another like her who died at sea. It helps me to imagine how the experience for her and her family must have been.

".. Mormon pioneers by the hundreds suffered and died from disease, exposure, or starvation. ... For many, the journey didn't begin at Nauvoo, Kirtland, Far West, or New York, but rather in distant England, Scotland, Scandinavia, or Germany. . . ."Between the safety of home and the promise of Zion stood the angry and treacherous waters of the mighty Atlantic. Who can recount the fear that gripped the human heart during those perilous crossings? Prompted by the silent whisperings of the Spirit, sustained by a simple yet abiding faith, they trusted in God and set sail on their journey. Europe was behind, America ahead."On board one of those overcrowded and creaking vessels of yesteryear were my great-grandparents, their tiny family, and a few meager possessions. The waves were high, the voyage long, the quarters cramped. Tiny Mary had always been frail, but now with the passage of each day, her anxious mother saw the little one becoming weaker. She had a serious illness. There was no neighborhood drugstore, no doctor's prescription, no modern hospital—just the steady roll of the tired old ship. Day after day worried parents watched for land, but there was none. Soon, Mary could not stand. Lips that were too weak to speak trembled with silent but eloquently expressed wonderment and fear. The end drew near. Little Mary peacefully passed beyond this veil of tears."As family and friends crowded around on the open deck, the ship's captain directed the service; and that precious, ever-so-small body, placed tenderly in a tear-stained canvas, was committed to the angry sea. Her strong father, in emotion-choked tones, comforted her grieving mother, repeating, ' "The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." (Job 1:21.) We'll see our Mary again!' "

Thomas S. Monson, "Come, Follow Me," Ensign, July 1988, 2, 4