When
considering the lives of our pioneer heritage, how often have we declared, “I
would have been a horrible pioneer;” or perhaps, “I’m so grateful that I didn’t
have to go through what the pioneers endured.”
We oftentimes make these comments in the abstract, or in consideration
of a single difficult aspect of their lives on the frontier of our rustic
Utah. However, it’s when we take the
time to truly study the details of the lives of specific pioneers that we are
able to view their simple lives as majestic—not with pity, but with true
praise, admiration and gratitude.
Before immigrating to Utah, Lydia
buried two infant children in England—Ester and John. Thomas had become ill with pneumonia on the
trek to Utah, presumably related in part to exposure to the cold weather. She lovingly nursed him until the moment he
died. Her talent as a nurse on the stark
plains of Wyoming portended a skill-set which later in life proved something to bless
the lives of others on many occasions.
She arrived in Salt Lake City on
October 1, 1862 with two small girls having walked almost the entire way across
the plains. A month later she found
herself working for Jehu Blackburn on his sheep ranch, seven miles outside
Minersville, Utah. Shortly thereafter,
she became his fourth wife. Lydia tried
in every way to live the principles of the gospel, even polygamy on a remote ranch
in the harsh environment of Utah’s high mountain desert. It’s this part of her life that causes us to
marvel at her faith and commitment to family.
The description of the grueling work she routinely performed on a daily
basis is mind-boggling to us accustomed the every modern convenience. The women and children cared for a “small”
herd of 35 cows, producing 40 lbs. of cheese every 20 days and churning butter
by hand. They additionally processed the
wool from the much larger herd of sheep, which meant hours and hours of
back-breaking labor, washing, drying, picking, spinning and weaving wool. The number of mouths to feed meant that bread
needed to be baked daily. The arduous
work demanded of Lydia did not interfere with her true gift of nursing others
in poor health.
Following the death of Lydia’s second husband,
at the age of 60, she nursed the wife of James McKnight, the bishop of
Minersville, until her death. Shortly
thereafter she married Brother McKnight, a kindly man who demanded that his
family love and respect Lydia. She
considered this marriage one of her greatest joys and blessings. There was no hotel in Minersville at that
time and the McKnight’s had a large home, with spare rooms, which they rented
out. Again, this presented tremendous
physical challenges for Lydia. Brother
McKnight was raising a number of small grandchildren who had been orphaned. At
the age of 60, Lydia took on the responsibility of managing a large home and
raising young children who desperately needed her tender care. Despite the
grueling work associated with these responsibilities, Lydia considered this a
“great joy and blessing” in her life.
Her children and step-children remembered her in glowing terms. “She
taught [us] to see the true values in life.
She taught [us] to see dirt, for she said, ‘if you see dirt, you will
clean it up.’ She taught [us] to be
brave—that life was work and that through work and doing one’s duty comes
joy.”
Even though Lydia Pilch will never be recognized as one of Utah’s prominent or great pioneers, she lived a self-less life, dedicated to others—a life that when carefully examined causes us to pause and see her as anything but average. Her life when measured objectively by physical and emotional challenges can only be seen as a triumphant representation of faith and service. An examination of what she endured with joy and gratitude reminds us that, in deed, we are not the equal of even an average pioneer woman.
Even though Lydia Pilch will never be recognized as one of Utah’s prominent or great pioneers, she lived a self-less life, dedicated to others—a life that when carefully examined causes us to pause and see her as anything but average. Her life when measured objectively by physical and emotional challenges can only be seen as a triumphant representation of faith and service. An examination of what she endured with joy and gratitude reminds us that, in deed, we are not the equal of even an average pioneer woman.