In October 1852 they reached Salt Lake City where he spent a number of years as a carpenter, joiner and millwright. He was an excellent workman. He worked for Heber C. Kimball and Brigham Young and obtained most of his household furniture in this way. In December 1856 he married Clarissa Marina Rogers. She was born March 27,1836, at Shalerville, Portage County, Ohio. / Thirteen children were born to them, four in Salt Lake City, and nine in Richville, Mor- t^K *» gan County, Utah. Her parents were Noah Rogers and Eda Holister Rogers. Her father, with Addison Pratt and Benjamin F. Grouard, were the first missionaries of the church to the islands of the Pacific. They left Nauvoo in Clarissa Marina Rogers Taggart June, 1843. They opened a mission in the Society Islands. Rogers was the first man to sail around the world as an LDS missionary. In 1863 the George W. Taggart families moved to Richville, Morgan County, on a small farm. Soon after arriving he and two brothers, Morgan and Henry Hinman, of Farmington, Davis County, commenced the building of a grist mill in Richville. Owing to the difficulties in those days of obtaining materials it was not completed until 1866. Before the completion of the mill, the people were dependent on the lower valleys for their flour. So this grist mill was greatly appreciated by the people and proved a blessing to them. It was patronized by the people of Coalville and all the upper part of Summit County. George Washington Taggart was a man of distinctive character, an honorable man to be long remembered by all who knew him and those who have read of his courageous life in the Mormon Battalion. Besides his qualifications before mentioned, he was a shoemaker, violin maker and wheelwright. The following history written by Frederick Taggart about his early life: Richville, Morgan County, Utah, is located on the west side of a small valley, twenty miles east of Ogden, Utah. There were seventeen families living there, when on July 1,1877, Albert D. Dickson was made Bishop Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together of the Richville Ward. He continued as such, for thirty-seven years. On that day, I was born. The last of my father's children; number sixteen; the twelfth child of Clarissa Marina Rogers Taggert. My father served as Chief Musician of Company B of the famed Mormon Battalion. The first recollection I have was when I was about three and a half years old. Brothers Morgan and Henry Hinman were helping my father shingle our log house, which had a sod roof. Before they had finished, it rained, soaking all of our beds. This house had three rooms in it. On the north end of the living room was a very large fireplace made of sandstone. The center room was the bedroom; the south room was father's carpenter shop and the boy's bedroom, combined. Many a night I sat up until very late, dreading to go to bed on cold winter nights because our bedroom was so very cold. Our bed consisted of springs made of one-fourth inch rope run crosswise and also lengthwise with sheepskins for a mattress and two buffalo robes to cover us. I have sat before that large fireplace listening to father and Bishop Dickson talk concerning the gospel many times; heard them discussing prophesies and predictions that are now taking place. Mother used the fireplace to smoke meat very often. In the fall of 1885,1 had the privilege of going to the Logan Temple to be sealed to my parents. At this time we were the largest family that had been to the Logan Temple to be sealed. They received their endowments on July 10,1879. The school house was just a short distance from our house, and the teacher, Oliver Kingston, boarded with our family. School was only held three or four months out of the year. As a youngster, I spent a lot of time with bow and arrow, and learned to feather the arrows, making them shoot straight. We lived at the mouth of a canyon called "Taggart Hollow." We had to go miles after the cows and sheep. We always went on foot, never knowing what it was to have a horse to ride. The land in all those hills was owned by the community and had no fences. In the fall of the year, a boy from each family had to herd the cows in the fields to keep them from destroying the crops not yet harvested. I was very young at the time, and like most boys that age, wanted some excitement. There were some very wild cows in the herd, so some of we boys decided to see who could get hold of the tail of the wildest cow in the herd. We set out, and I won the race, much to my sorrow. I got the cow by the tail, wrapped 195