\tAfter transcribing Julie\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s papers, which surprisingly took only a few weeks since they were so interesting that I became fanatical about transcribing during the day and polishing a translation at night, I gave a presentation to the Archives staff about their newest collection. One of those listening thought the Desaules name sounded familiar; when he checked some family papers, he discovered that he had a number of letters written by Desaules family members to his wife\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ancestor, who had been a missionary in Switzerland in the 1850s. Clues in Julie\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s papers also led me to letters in other collections, newspaper articles, and other sources, so some of what I relate here may have come from records not strictly a part of Julie\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s collection.<\/p>\n
\tJulie\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s papers lay out the 30 year history of a French-speaking Swiss family, part of whom were LDS, part of whom were vehemently anti-LDS, and part of whom had once been LDS but had lost their focus somewhere along the way. Some highlights:<\/p>\n
\tNed Desaules, who was so dour and gloomy by the date of his surviving diary, appears exuberant and enthusiastic in his earliest preserved letter: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh Zion! Oh! Zion, beloved home! Oh, valleys of Ephraim! When will we be in that blessed land of the Lord! Oh!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d As a 20-year-old convert, he cannot contain his gratitude to God for leading the missionaries to his valley. He describes his blessings, records his praise, and eagerly awaits the return of the missionary, who must approach Ned\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s valley with caution because elders have been beaten and driven out of the region. Ned suggests a meeting place on a bridge, swearing he will be as punctual as a soldier. He describes his own clothing in great detail and asks the missionary what he will wear: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Excuse this foolishness, but it is imperative that we recognize each other. I will be on the bridge at Boudri no matter the weather \u00e2\u20ac\u201c neither rain nor wind nor snow will stop me from going, I will be on the bridge of Boudri whatever the weather.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He closes with the plea, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t forget \u00e2\u20ac\u201c on the bridge at Boudri!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tWhile in one sense the emotional bubbling of one young man, on another level we sense the spontaneous joy of the convert for the missionary who has brought the gospel. Many missionary accounts speak of generic \u00e2\u20ac\u0153persecution,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d but in Ned\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s letter we glimpse a concrete example of that persecution, the ways in which the Saints worked around their troubles, and the courage of a missionary who was willing to return to the scene of brutality in order to minister to those who needed him. And in a lengthy section of the letter I have not quoted here, we have a detailed report on the location, life circumstances, and varying shades of commitment of a specific congregation of European Saints struggling to preserve the tiny flame that has been kindled among them.<\/p>\n
\tIn other letters, we learn that the Desaules family had much in common with the earliest converts to the Church in both the Palmyra area and in Great Britain: they had been Seekers, listening to the wandering missionaries of one sect and then another. One sister (by blood, not religion) who did not understand that Julie had finally found what she had been searching for urged her to return to Switzerland with the news that the Darbyist brethren had returned to the neighborhood, and Julie could return and worship with them and members of her family as she had done \u00e2\u20ac\u0153in the days before Mormonism.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tJulie\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s papers reveal that she and her husband Francois, childless, had intended to emigrate with a young niece and nephew, whose mother was institutionalized and whose father had given permission to the Desaules as guardians. Plans had progressed so far that Francois\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s passport, issued only days before their departure, listed Francois and Julie, and Philippe Guyot, age 9, and Anaise Guyot, age 12. At the last moment, the Guyot father changed his mind about letting his children emigrate, and the authorities drew a line through the names of Philippe and Anaise. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153After you left, how I cried. There was nothing left in the world,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d wrote Anaise 22 years later. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153When I left you, I had to wander in the world. Aunt Eusebie didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to keep us anymore because she wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t paid enough. … They boarded us cheap. I was at two places where I went hungry. I no longer had an Aunt Julie who had been to me as a mother, to tell my little troubles to.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yet Anaise remembered the lessons taught to her by her aunt: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153They put me with a woman where I was very unhappy and I was mistreated. I was like a dumb animal \u00e2\u20ac\u201c when anyone met me, they saw me with my hands folded and my head bowed. They said, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHere comes the crazy girl!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 I said, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo! I am not crazy. God will not allow that.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 I always prayed. One evening when I had been beaten so that I no longer knew where I was, I asked myself what I was going to do. I no longer had my Aunt Julie, but I had God. I knelt to pray, and God heard my prayer. The next morning before noon, someone came to tell me, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnaise, come live with us.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 … God was with me. He has not abandoned me \u00e2\u20ac\u201c he never has up to now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tThe largest part of Julie\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s papers are letters written to her by Ned. He writes of his life on the frontier as he moved from Santaquin to Richfield to Kingston, and of his experiences in three United Order organizations. Like other Desaules family members, Ned was relatively wealthy when he arrived in Utah; with the close of each experiment in communal living, he found himself less and less well off, until he reached the point where he did not have money enough to buy a blank book to continue his journal. Yet he never gave up on the effort, and while he bewailed his poverty, he never blamed his reverses on the system itself, only on the failure of the people \u00e2\u20ac\u201c including himself \u00e2\u20ac\u201c to live as righteously as they should have.<\/p>\n
Ned earned his living as a carpenter, but his true love was gardening. While still in Santquin, he spent a small fortune in purchasing and freighting flower seeds and bulbs to beautify the town, and evidently there were complaints about his \u00e2\u20ac\u0153waste of money.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Ned demonstrated his faith in the literal fulfilment of prophecy when he wrote to Julie, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I do not think that the cultivation of flowers is a useless thing, because if Zion is going to blossom as the rose, there must needs be flowers.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tDuring construction of the St. George Temple, Ned was \u00e2\u20ac\u0153donated\u00e2\u20ac\u009d as his town\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s contribution to the building effort. Ned worked as a carpenter, living chiefly on the foodstuffs donated by other Saints as tithing. Remember Ned when you make your fast offerings this month, and be a little more generous than usual: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I work without pay, and I depend on the good Saints for my support and the means to clothe myself. At present my board is not of the best, and my clothes will soon be all worn out. But I am patient. Although it seems to me that when you work for the good Lord you work for a poor payer, seeing that he receives nothing for tithing except a little flour, some bad butter and a little meat. There are so few Saints who pay their tithing as they ought to. I have had to sell all my things for practically nothing in order to have lamp oil and envelopes. But after all, I need to have patience and keep up hope for better times when he will stir the hearts of the Saints and cause them to be more generous toward those who work for the glory of the Lord.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tWorking on the temple may have stirred Ned\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s desire for temple ordinances for his family. He and Julie exchanged letters about their efforts to sufficiently identify relatives. Julie wrote out what she could remember, and Ned wrote repeatedly to family members in Switzerland asking for information. In reply, he received every excuse imaginable: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It costs too much.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It takes too much time.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come back here and get it yourself.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We sent it to you once but it got lost in the mail.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Despite years of effort, Ned and Julie were unable to do more than a handful of baptisms.<\/p>\n
\tThat’s a sample of what emerged from Julie\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s carefully saved papers. Here is a sample of what those papers have led to:<\/p>\n
\tI was already more than a little in love with Ned long before I read of his discouragement over his inability to provide temple ordinances for his family. I had never done genealogical research in Swiss records, but one day I went to the Family History Library just to see whether there were any records available, and what would be involved in identifying a few of Ned\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s relatives. What I found there was as miraculous, to me, as the survival of the letters that told of his desires to do that work:<\/p>\n
\tI found that the birth, marriage, and death records for the narrow, rocky valley where Ned\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s family lived are in a perfect state of preservation, and have been microfilmed by the Church. Those of you who have done research can understand my sense of absolute disbelief when I discovered that whenever a person is mentioned in the records of Ned\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s parish, he is identified by full name, AND by the full names of both parents, AND by the full names of all four grandparents, and women are always referred to by maiden name. As fast as I can type \u00e2\u20ac\u201c which is considerably fast \u00e2\u20ac\u201c I can put entire families together, with virtually no doubt as to the accuracy of the groupings. I started with Ned\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s immediate family, then added in-laws, then parents of in-laws, then spouses of children of parents of in-laws, and finally began adding everyone who could be hooked into a single family tree. As of this morning, that amounts to 8,706 souls, virtually none of whom (fewer than 100) have had any temple ordinances performed previously. For a while a BYU stake helped me with ordinances. Now an Institute group at the University of Utah has taken over, and recently a ward in Logan has assumed responsibility for 1,000 baptisms in 2007.<\/p>\n
\tWhen the research reached back to the 18th century, the handwriting and recordkeeping style changed. I hope you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll appreciate what I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m really saying now: I am not taking credit myself, because despite my years of preparation for this project in the way of French study and genealogical research, *I*am*not*good*enough*to*do*this* \u00e2\u20ac\u201c I have no trouble at all reading the records. Yet when I sit back and look at the images objectively, I recognize that barely a word of the smeared ink, crabbed handwriting, and non-standard French is legible. I lean forward again, and blink my eyes a few times, and once again I am able to read every word. This has been happening continuously through the years I have worked on this project.<\/p>\n
\tI can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help hoping that Ned is pleased, that his relatives who refused their help have sheepishly apologized to him for their lack of understanding, and that some of his most distant relatives and neighbors have thanked him for the opportunities his faithfulness has brought to them. And I hope Julie is honored by those same people for having preserved the records that inspired this project<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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