Caroline Kazia Fisher KWJC-HRD was born on 19 May 1850, in Preston, Lancashire, England, United Kingdom, her father, James Walle Fisher, was 35 and her mother, Eliza Kazia Carr, was 39. She married George Wardle on 15 December 1868, in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 2 sons and 7 daughters. She immigrated to Utah, United States in 1864 and lived in Mountain Dell, Uintah, Utah, United States in 1900 and Uintah, Utah, United States in 1920. She died on 24 April 1931, in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States, at the age of 80, and was buried in Maesar-Fairview Cemetery, Maeser, Uintah, Utah, United States.

Nine children were born to this marriage .

Eliza Kazia Wardle was born on 11 March 1870, in Midway, Wasatch, Utah, United States, her father, George Wardle, was 50 and her mother, Caroline Kazia Fisher, was 19. She married Stephen William Tucker on 31 March 1887, in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 2 sons and 2 daughters. She lived in Utah, United States in 1870. She died on 21 April 1896, in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States, at the age of 26, and was buried in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States.

Oletta Wardle was born on 15 March 1872, in Midway, Wasatch, Utah, United States, her father, George Wardle, was 52 and her mother, Caroline Kazia Fisher, was 21.

Cora Wardle was born on 10 October 1874, in Midway, Wasatch, Utah, United States, her father, George Wardle, was 54 and her mother, Caroline Kazia Fisher, was 24. She married William Henry Stone about 1892, in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 4 sons and 6 daughters. She lived in Mountain Dell, Uintah, Utah, United States in 1900 and Ioka, Duchesne, Utah, United States for about 10 years. She died on 22 March 1932, in Glines, Uintah, Utah, United States, at the age of 57, and was buried in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States.

Theodore Wardle was born on 15 March 1878, in Glenwood, Sevier, Utah, United States, his father, George Wardle, was 58 and his mother, Caroline Kazia Fisher, was 27. He died on 29 March 1878, at the age of 0.

Eda Wardle was born on 1 July 1879, in Grass Valley, Washington, Utah, United States, her father, George Wardle, was 59 and her mother, Caroline Kazia Fisher, was 29. She married Robert Hair on 30 December 1899, in Glines, Uintah, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 3 daughters. She lived in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States for about 10 years and Election Precinct 5 Glines, Uintah, Utah, United States in 1940. She died on 28 July 1953, at the age of 74, and was buried in Maesar-Fairview Cemetery, Maeser, Uintah, Utah, United States.

Etta Wardle was born on 12 February 1882, in Midway, Wasatch, Utah, United States, her father, George Wardle, was 62 and her mother, Caroline Kazia Fisher, was 31. She married Francis Alexander Ross on 8 October 1902, in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 3 sons and 3 daughters. She lived in Ioka, Duchesne, Utah, United States for about 10 years and Election Precinct 10 Boneta, Duchesne, Utah, United States in 1940. She died on 21 April 1953, in Murray, Salt Lake, Utah, United States, at the age of 71, and was buried in Maesar-Fairview Cemetery, Maeser, Uintah, Utah, United States.

Mary Alice Wardle was born on 11 October 1884, in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States, her father, George Wardle, was 64 and her mother, Caroline Kazia Fisher, was 34. She died on 27 October 1884, at the age of 0.

Harriet Wardle was born on 27 May 1887, in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States, her father, George Wardle, was 67 and her mother, Caroline Kazia Fisher, was 37. She married Alton Pickup on 6 September 1907, in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 1 daughter. She lived in United States in 1949 and Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States in 1950. She died on 15 November 1968, in Utah, United States, at the age of 81, and was buried in Maesar-Fairview Cemetery, Maeser, Uintah, Utah, United States.

Ralph Wardle was born on 17 February 1891, in Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States, his father, George Wardle, was 71 and his mother, Caroline Kazia Fisher, was 40. He died on 17 February 1891, at the age of 0, and was buried in Maeser, Uintah, Utah, United States.

From the book. How Beautiful Upon the Mountains. Pages 684-685 is the following. “George Wardell was one of the first men to look down into the valley of the Great Salt Lake in July 1847, after a memorable trek across the plains. He was baptized a member of the church in England by Elder George A Smith. In 1842 he sailed for America to join with the body of the church in Nauvoo, Illinois, bringing with him his wife of two weeks, Fannie Rushton. He immediately engaged in his trade of wheelwright having learned how to do this work in his father’s shop in England. His services were in great demand and he was busily employed in repairing wagons when anti Mormon mobs drove the Saints from that city. At Winter Quarters, he was selected to go with the Pioneer Group.

Arriving in the valley, he performed whatever labors were asked of him until the time of his return to get his wife. He had been an ardent student of music in England, and Brigham Young, learning of his talents along that line, asked him on his arrival in the valley the second time to teach a class in dancing. He started his dancing school in Mercy Thompson’s log house while a hall was being built. Among his students were President Brigham Young, George Q Cannon, George A Smith, and other leading brethren of the church. He also helped to organize the first choir and the first brass band in Salt Lake City.

When land was allotted to the Saints as their inheritance in Zion, he was given a piece of ground in Sugar House Ward. The dancing school, choir and band were reaching a stage of perfection when President Young called him to go to Provo and start a dancing school in that vicinity. He moved his family, built a house and had hardly gotten himself established when he was called to Midway to assist in the same profession. True to every call made by the church authorities, he again moved his family, and while residing there was instrumental in having a small rock meeting house erected with the stage in one end which could be used for social events as well as meetings. But again the call came to go to Glenwood in Sevier county. This time he built a large colonial house as his family now consisted of Three wives and a number of small children. He and his sons also erected a small. Blacksmith’s shop. And it is said that they were the first man in that part of the country to shoe the Indian’s Ponies. For this work they were paid in venison, both fresh and dried, or sometimes a pony.

Mr. Wardell was prospering when once more a request came from President Taylor, who had been sustained as president of the Church after the death of Brigham Young. To return to Midway as the settlers were having difficulties with the project begun by him. A few years

Later he was called to go to Vernal, Uinta County, and again George, although advanced in years, organized a school for dancing and vocal lessons. On November 25, 1901, this talented musician passed away at his home in Vernal, survived by a large family.”

The following is a copy from a Memory found in Family Search titled below. It is being included as it contains additional details not already stated.

“Brief History of George Wardle”

Contributed By Teresa Jane Stewart

George Wardle was born in Leek, Staffordshire, England on February 3, 1820.

Elder George A Smith was the first missionary to preach the gospel message to George and his parents. His parents were Ralph Wardle and Ann Allen. George was sixth in a family of four boys and four girls. He joined the church in 1839, and two weeks before starting for America he married Fannie Rushton, also a member of the church. His parents were members bud did not join until 1860, thirteen years after George arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. Both of his parents died of Cholera and were buried in St. Louis, Missouri.

George and his wife were living in Nauvoo until the time of the exodus to the west in 1846. One historical sketch tells that he helped to stand guard over Joseph Smith’s body the night of his martyrdom, and he told how black it was that night. He said it was of sucha blackness that he could feel it-=there wasn’t a shadow.

He was a wheelwright by trade and helped build many of the wagons in which the pioneers crossed the plains. He had learned his trade from his father in his father’s shop back in England. He and his wife were in the ill-fated city at the time of the battle at Nauvoo. It is said that George was lined up with the other brethren and given a choice either to follow “Old Brig” or stay and “make a decent life for himself”-but he said, “Oh, I think I’ll follow Old Brig.” When he was asked to turn over his firearms he handed them a toy water pistol. He was then driven with the rest of the saints from their homes to the bank of Missouri. Their

only means of crossing the river was by ferry which was a very slow process as only one or two wagons could cross at a ti me.

George’s wife Fannie wasn’t well as she was expecting their first child any time, so they were among the last to cross the river. The saints were very much in need of money. There were people owing George for work he had done for the, and one fellow had promised to pay him if he would return at a certain time to get it. So while they were waiting for their turn to be ferried across the river, George decided to go back and collect the money promised him.

Meanwhile, a mob had gathered at the place where he was to collect his money and there was much talk of “ducking him in the river until h was drowned.” When they saw him coming they hid-waiting for him to get inside so they could get hold of him. The man’s wife also saw him coming, and knowing the plans of the mob, hastened to the door to meet him and told him what they were planning. So instead of entering the house he turned and fled back toward the river with the howling mob after him. He dodging in and out among the wagons and finally a lady in one of the wagons told him to climb in, and she put a feather mattress over him to conceal him. Shortly after this, while the mob was still searching, a terrible storm came up and it was so bad the mob gave up and left. When George could get back to his wagon he found his wife lying in a wet wagon and their newborn baby dying, one of eight babies who were born and died that night.

Later they crossed the river and were able to join the saints at Winter Quarters. There he was soon busily engaged in whipsawing lumber for coffins during the Black Plague.

In the spring of 1847, George was chosen by President Brigham Young as a member of the pioneering party to the Rockies, and he shared the same wagon with his early advisor, George A Smith. He was also one of the advance party with Orson Pratt who first looked down on the Valley of the Great Salt Lake on the morning of July 21, 1847, three days before the main body of the party entered the valley. There were many hardships incident to this journey across the plains. Illness plagued many and food was scarce, but the Lord provided for them. It is told that gulls would land on the wagon tongue and were not hard to catch for food.

George was the first to start whipsawing lumber after arrival in the valley, and he and George A. Smith were among the first to plantp potatoes here.

The following year, George returned with President Young to Winter Quarters and brought his wife with him back to Utah. While enroute over the plains, his second son, Edwin, was born at Platte River.

While in his native land, England, before joining the church, he was a student of one of the best music teachers in the country. This education in the field of music qualified him for an active career in that line within the church. George was a great musician, a beautiful singer, and was also a member of the Nauvoo Brass Band. He, with James Smithers, conducted the singing for the ceremonies incident to the laying of the cornerstone of the Salt Lake Temple in 1853, and he was deeply interested in all branches of music.

Following his second journey across the plains, President Young asked George to teach dancing and to build a hall for that purpose. He started his dancing schooll in Marcy Thompson’s log house while Pioneer Hall was being erected. Among hnis dancing students were President Young, George Q. Cannon, George A. Smith, Joseph F. Smith and many other leading brethren of the church. He helped organize the fist choir and brass band in Salt Lake City, and was leader of the choir.

He and his family were involved, along with the rest of the saints, in the migration south at the time of Johnson’s Army.

His first home in Salt Lake City was on the street called, at that time, Brigham Street. When land was allotted to the saints, it fell to his lot to make his home in Sugarhouse Ward. He planted several hundred maple sugar trees the second year. His third son, Heber George WArdle, my grandfather, was born that year, October 17, 1850.

George took another wife, in plural marriage, Mrs. Lucy McKasselman, in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. She bore him four children, three of which died in infancy.

He just had his home and farm built up and in a high state of production, also the dancing school, choir and band going nicely, and was enjoying working on the temple when President Brigham Young called him to move to Provo and assist with organizing a tabernacle coir and dancing. Accordingly, he moved his family to Provo where he built another home. A while later he was called to move to Midway to foster music and dancing in that area. True to the call of those in authority, he picked up and moved to this new area. While here, he and John Watkins, with the help of others, built a small rock church and an all-purpose hall with a stage. So he became the dancing master and choir leader, and he and his family became missionaries and early leaders of the church in that area.

He took another wife in plural marriage-the beautiful and talented Caroline Fisher, in the Endowment House on 15 December 1868. They were married by Daniel H. Wells. He and his sons built some very fine homes in Midway, but again he was called to move, this time to Glenwood, Sevier County. He cheerfully answered the call and once more had new homes to build. This time he built a large colonial style house, as his family now consisted of three wives and a number of small children. While living in Glenwood, besides building a

new home and his many church duties, he and his sons, Edwin and Heber, built a blacksmith shop, and they were among the first in that part of the country to shoe the Indian ponies. Old Chief Blackhawk would come riding into town with a hundred or more braves, all with ponies to be shod. Thus the three men would work day and night until they were finished. To pay for the work the Indians would bring venison, both fresh and dried, buckskins, dried berries, and a pony now and then.

George and his family were prospering once more, a music and dancing school flourishing, when one morning came a letter of appreciation and a request from President John Taylor for them to return to Midway. It seems that they were having difficulty in Midway with all the projects he had left in such a high state of culture. So, nothing daunted, he and his family pulled up stakes and returned to Midway. Again, new homes were to be built, so the men went into the mountains and secured logs which they whipsawed for their new homes. George soon brought order out of turmoil and things went along smoothly for the space of a few years. Then, without any warning, another letter came from the church headquarters calling them all to the Ashley Valley in eastern Utah.

So in the autumn of 1882 they sold all their belongings and started on the long, tedious journey for the Uintah Basin. After getting settled once again, George, although advanced in years, taught dancing and organized a school for vocal and violin lessons. Some of his pupils became leading violinists. He was a leader in music circles for many years until age and infirmities prevented him from continuing on with the work he loved.

George enjoyed the confidence and good will of all his associates and was in every way a man of honor. He was active in the church and preserved his good name and integrity to the day of his death. His life was made of faith and works. From boyhood his speech was impeded by stuttering so he never did much public speaking, but he was wise in advice and sound in judgement.

He was always kind to the Indians and fed them and welcomed them into his home, and they loved him. Some Indians came to his home one day and asked for what sounded like “Par War.” His wife thought they were asking for “firewater,” a name they used for whiskey, so she told them “No, we don’t have any.” But they kept asking for Par War until she finally realized they were asking for “Brother Wardle.” Mother said that many times there were so many people sleeping on his floor there wasn’t room to step between them (Indians and whites alike.)

Tribute from a granddaughter, Margaret. -I cannot find words to express his charming personality, faith as simple as a little childs, and as strong as the rock of ages. How he loved to go gathering berries, and take hikes with us in the mountains, to fry the fish, and smell the tang of the pine trees. The mountains were God’s footstool, the rock His libraries, and

the trees were God’s breath. Grandfather was a poet and had a way of making me see things with his eyes. Everything had a deep and very rare beauty after he had talked of it to me. He would play any and every musical instrument. When hammering nails it would be to time, whistling on a leaf or through his teeth. He would play on the wagon spokes on the wheels of a wakon, and he played very pretty tunes on a saw. He could also imitate birds and other animal sounds. They all loved him, especially his dogs and horses. Margaret Wardle Ross

George was the father of 12 sons and 12 daughters. His earthly existence came to a close on a Monday evening at 9:00 p.m. on November 25, 1901, not with pain racking h is body but a peacefully as a little child. He was feeble but no worse than usual, although his mind was beginning to wander. The following is anexcerpt from an account of his finall hours: “When Hattie, his daughter, came home from school and was churning, George came in and wanted to churn. Hattie told him she would do it, and he turned to his wife, Caroline, and said “Ma, who is this? She won’t let me churn.” Later he said, “Ma, how far away is Hebe camped?

Can’t we all go up there and camp together tonight? ” He was reliving old pioneering times. Then he took his cane, which he always had hanging on his chair by the fire, and went out into the barn and fed the cows a forkful of hay. He came back and sat down in his rocking chair and sang “Come, Come Ye Saints” all the way through. His wife then helped him into bed and within the hour he was gone.

Compiled by Lorna Stewart Entered by Teresa Stewart”

Heber Valley Heritage Foundation