Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together David Coolbear David Coolbear was the son of John Coolbear and Mary Ann Barnard Coolbear. He was bom in the county of Essex, England, in September, 1843. He was baptized into the Mormon Church when about twelve years of age. He crossed the ocean in 1862 on the ship William Tapscott, and was on the tMCHsi water forty-two days. He came through the "States" during the Civil War and landed in Salt Lake City, September 27,1862. He walked to Centerville the same night. During that fall he spent a month hauling rock for the Salt Lake Temple. In the spring of 1863 he came to Morgan County. He says, "In building the roads, bridges, schoolhouses and public buildings, everybody had to pitch in, as labor was all the capital we had. I was in Utah for years before I ever saw a dollar in cash." Mr. Coolbear married Catherine Clark, December 12,1868. She was born in Colchester, England, in 1851. She came to Utah in 1864 with her father Daniel Clark _ who died in North Platte I while crossing the plains. I Mrs. Coolbear was a natural seamstress; she embroidered fine collars when she was seven years old, and at nine years, she sewed for a woman who was a tailoress. She stitched the long seams in pants by hand, and received ten Catherine CM Coolbear cents per day. In 1878 she established a millinery business which she carried on for nearly forty years. She died in 1922 at the age of seventy-two years. At this time (March 1932), Mr. Coolbear is still living. ©© EbenezerCrouch I am the son of Ebenezer Crouch and Sarah Russell Crouch. I was born in Tunbridge Wells, Kent, England, on the twenty-third day of September, 1850. My father was the son of a Baptist minister and was raised under the strictest discipline of that faith. My mother was the daughter of a well-to-do farmer. About the year 1854, my parents joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, which, as might be expected, brought down upon their heads the ridicule and scorn of their very religious parents, and they were looked upon as being a disgrace to their families. At that time my father was engaged in the mercantile business for a livelihood and had been very successful, but as soon as it became known that he had joined that hated and despised people known as the Mormons, a great change was soon apparent. His old patrons withdrew their patronage and did all they could to injure his business. As a result, he closed out at a great loss which left him very much reduced in circumstances. In the spring of 1856, we emigrated to America. We crossed the ocean in a sailing vessel named the Horizon. After about six weeks, we landed in Boston, Massachusetts. It had been the intention of my parents to go right through to Utah, but upon our arrival, their funds were exhausted and they could go no farther. We moved into a large tenement house several stories in height right in the heart of the city. The houses were occupied principally by the families of Irish laborers and a rough set they were. Our family consisted of seven and here we had troubles galore. It was in the heat of summer, we were in the depths of poverty and Father was out of employment. We were strangers, in a strange land without the bare necessities of life. Sickness came upon us and within the space of two months, the three youngest children died. Father was unable to pay the expenses of burial and they were buried by the municipality of Boston. Mother had the heart-rending experience of seeing strange men enter the house, take the bodies of her dear ones away to where she never knew. In the fall of that year. Father was offered employment in a small town called Ashland. There we moved and there is where my first recollections