TERESA SOUTHWICK MARRIOTT A Life Sketch Written by IDA MARRIOTT CREAMER as told to her by her mother, Trezer Teresa (Trezer) Southwick Marriott was born the 7th day of May 1840 at Staffordshire, England. I am the daughter of Joseph Southwick and Ann Martin Southwick. My parents were of English descent. My ancestors on my father's side were traced back to King Alexander the Second. They were members of the Methodist Church. My father was a shoemaker and had a large shoe establishment. My parents embraced the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints after hearing the Gospel preached by the first missionaries that were sent to the West Bromwich Branch in England. Later my father was President of that Branchholding that office until we left for America. At that time, my Uncle Edward Southwick was appointed to take his place. My mother died during the year of 1846leaving three children: Mary Ann, Edward and Trezer. In a year's time, my father married Ann Johnson, who had one son (George) by a former husband, and one son (Joseph) by my father. My sister Mary Ann, left England for America in 1848 with Mrs. Bowers whose son Shadrack was to marry when reaching St. Louis. The following year, 1849, my father with his family sailed for America. It took us three months to cross the water. We landed in New Orleans and took a boat up to St. Louis. We were there two weeks when my father died. The following week, my sister's husband diedboth with the cholera. Soon after my father died, my stepmother married again. My brother Edward and I went to live with my sister who had married John Kroff Taylor. They had two childrenLillie and Annie. The oldest child died. From worry and trouble, my sister took sick and contracted tuberculosis. She wanted to come out West. The doctor said that the journey overland would benefit her health. Her husband and another man bought a team. We got ready and started in the year 1854. Elizabeth Stewart was in the party. We got as far as Council Bluffs. My sister had a relapse. She feared she would die on the plains and would have to be buried there and would be dug up and eaten by wolves. She wanted to go back to St. Louis. The party came on West bringing my brother with them. We started back. The captain of the boat, who had just lost his wife with tuberculosis, said my sister should have a cabin berththe best that was on the boat while going back. She soon died. Not long after, her baby followed her to the land of peace. I was left alone having no one there. Wishing to come out West again, I met Bishop worley who was the first Bishop ordained in St. Louis. He told me that he was coming to Utah; and if I would help his wife with the work while coming, he would bring me with them. We started the year of 1855