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1254. Hiram Dayton, and his wife Permelia Bunday, the first of Wayne D Eckman's ancestors to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

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This was # 818, published Feb. 14, 2017 .   I told about Hiram Miles Dayton and his wife Anne Chamberlain in blog # 117.  But somehow I have neglected telling about the life of his father,  Hiram Dayton, and his wife Permelia Bundy,  who were the original pioneers in our Dayton line.  For those who have read more of our family stories, Wayne's mother was Gladys Tregenna Dayton -- who married Roy Waldamer Eckman.  This history is about  Gladys' great grandparents, Hiram and Permelia Dayton. The Dayton ancestral line is especially interesting, because we have brief records of each Dayton ancestor clear  back to Robert de Deighton, a yeoman, who was born in Yorkshire, in the late 1200's,  and became a freeman in 1305.  I will tell the Deighton/Dayton history very soon, down to  Ralph Dayton (Deighton)  who changed his name to Dayton, the immigrant ancestor.   He was a cordwainer, (or shoemaker) and had arrived in Ne...

127. The rest of the story -- Hiram and Permelia Bundy, finally arrive in Utah.

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  To fully understand this entry, read # 126, just before this.  The history of Hiram and Permelia Bundy begins there. ----------------------continued -------------------(from Hiram Dayton's diary) Having arrived at Far West, I got into a house of Sister Rigdon's. Her husband, some of the Twelve and the Prophet was then in Liberty Jail. This was the first time my wife had been in a house for ten months. She was therefore very feeble, having been confined (having a baby) two months previous to our coming back to Far West.  (I think it was Lovira Myril Dayton, born Oct. 8, 1839, their 11th and last child).   We stayed with the Rigdons about ten days. I then rented a small house of one of the Brethren. We stayed there for two weeks and then had to give possession to the owner.  Some few days after this a merchant heard my conversation with several friends and the owner of the house I had just left. I was talking about what I should do. He, the merchant p...