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• Alternatieve naam: Orlando Herron
• Hij is geboren op 26 december 1835 in Ann Arbor, Washtenaw, Michigan, United States.Bron 2
• Geëmigreerd op 21 juni 1847.
• Geïmmigreerd op 2 oktober 1847 vanuit Utah, United States.
• Woonachtig:
• in het jaar 1860: Battle Creek, Utah, Utah Territory, United States.
• in het jaar 1870: Utah, United States.
• in het jaar 1880: Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah, United States.
• in het jaar 1900: ED 162 Pleasant Grove Precinct Pleasant Grove city, Utah, Utah, United States.
• in het jaar 1910: Pleasant Grove, Utah.
• in het jaar 1920: Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah, United States.
• Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah, United States.
• (Pension) in het jaar 1903 in Utah.
• (Title Of Nobility) : Father Of Mary Louisa Herron.
• Hij is overleden op 6 januari 1922 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah, United States, hij was toen 86 jaar oud.Bron 2
• Hij is begraven op 10 januari 1922 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah.Bron 2
• Een kind van James P Herron en Catharine Bouck

Gezin van Orlando Fisher Herron

(1) Hij is getrouwd met Lucinda Jane Harvey.

Zij zijn getrouwd op 25 mei 1874 te Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, hij was toen 38 jaar oud.Bron 1

Kind(eren):

1. Lucinda Jane Herron  1879-1957
2. John Lewis Herron  1880-1959
3. Lawrence Herron  1882-1883
4. Almira Herron  1884-1884
5. Gideon Ernest Herron  1885-1977
6. Maria Herron  1888-1888
7. Rosetta Herron  1889-1966
8. Grace Herron  1891-1978 
9. William Herron  1892-1892
10. Marion Herron  1895-1895
11. Merle Herron  1897-1986
12. George Leroy Herron  1899-1975

(2) Hij had een relatie met Hannah Jane Driggs.

Kind(eren):

1. Emma Jane Herron  1857-1900
2. Clarissa Melissa Herron  1859-1937
3. James Orlando Herron  1861-1900
4. Mary Louise Herron  1865-1941
5. Charles Benjamin Herron  1868-1905
6. Ruth Herron  1874-1959
7. Myrtle Herron  1880-1969 
8. Catherine Herron  1881-1950
9. J A Herron  1888-1888
10. Eliza Jane Herron  

Notities over Orlando Fisher Herron

Orland "Lando" Fisher HerronHistory Orlando (Lando) Fisher Herron was born 26 Dec 1835 in Ann Arbor, Michigan, the fourth child born to James Herron and Catherine "Caty" Bouck Herron. Orlando's parents, had come to Washtenaw County, Michigan from Schoharie County, New York, with members of Caty's family. Within eight years, Orlando's parents and his uncle, John Adam Bouck, had converted to the LDS (Mormon) faith, and the Herrons had moved to live with others of their new faith (see "Biography" below).
Orlando was known to be a keen shot with a gun throughout his life. The October 2, 1877, edition of The Deseret Evening News, a Salt Lake City newspaper, carried the following article about Orlando's run-in with some brown bears, which are often called grizzly bears today:

" Killing Bears. -- O. F. Herron of Pleasant Grove, Utah County, while in Grove Canon [canyon] for wood, last week, came upon four brown bears, two cubs, and two old ones, that had just been feasting upon the carcass of a young heifer, which they had killed. Luckily Mr. Herron had his gun with him, which he used to good account, bringing down three at three consecutive shots, both the old ones and one of the cubs. The City Council of Pleasant Grove have a standing order for a reward of $10 for every bear killed in the locality, as they prey heavily upon the stock every season. It is useless to add that Mr. Herron feels himself something of a bear killer."
Autobiography
I, Orlando Fisher Herron was born in the state of Michigan the 26th of December, 1835, the son of James Herron and Catharine Bouck of Schoharie, New York.
My parents embraced the gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, about 1843, when Elder Serrine baptized a good many families close to where we lived. We moved from Washtenaw County to Illinois in the spring of 1841. Before we left Michigan father and mother were making sugar one day in the woods and this was done by gathering the sap from the maple trees and putting it in a large iron kettle hung over a fire, supported by a chain hung from three poles. While they were busy with this, I, a child of five wandered from home to go where my parents were at work in the woods. I had to cross a pasture where a bull was feeding. This frightened me and I started a different way, and while crossing a creek on a drift log it overturned throwing me into the stream. There were so many logs and I held to one of them and managed to scramble out. Dripping wet I made my way to where my parents were and gave them a fright when they learned what happened. I had to stand by the fire till my clothes were dry and amused my self by putting the end of a long stick in the pot of syrup letting it cool and sucking the hardened sugar. It was about the only candy we ever had. I remember gathering hazel nuts in large sacks with my older brother Dave, in Michigan.
When we reached Hancock county Illinois, my father and family lived within three miles of Carthage where the Prophet Joseph and his brother Hyrum were martyred. We lived on Daniel Mullins farm, and my oldest sister later married Mullin. I visited the jail several times where the prophet was killed, while living there I was then about ten years old. The court house and the post office were in the same building. It was here I met George D. Grant, brother of Jedediah Grant. I have been well acquainted with Brother Grant since I was nine years old. My father and brother Grant were to-gether quite often. We later moved to the Failse farm. Brother Grant's house was about one mile from Carthage some twenty rods back from the road. While we were at the Failse [stet] farm in 1845 the mob burned the Mormons homes, their barns and grain. My father's was not burned, but the morning after old man Failse came to our house to see if it was burned, said he was in Carthage the night before and saw the boys, as he called them, fixing to do the burning. I expect he was one of them for he wasn't any too good himself.
I saw the Carthage Grays training while I was there. We lived on the Mullin farm at the time the Prophet was killed. One time while living at Carthage I was sent after the cows in the woods. Here grew many sycamore trees, characteristic for their echo. I followed the sound of the cow bell and became lost, I had followed the echo instead. I tried to find my way home but every time I tried I found my self back at the same place. I remembered crossing a small creek by the road where there was piled about fifty cord of wood, but it was dark an I had made three attempts so gave up. I lay down on some dry leaves by a fallen log, curled up and went to sleep. When morning came I knew my way home and perhaps it was just as well I did for mobs were always prowling around. My parents had been looking for me all night.
After the mob burned the Mormon's houses, barns and grain they all moved to Nauvoo. That was in 1845. We moved to Nauvoo in 1846. I was left at my sister's, Elmira H. Mullen, then my father came and took me to Nauvoo in July. We arrived back in time for father to take part in the Nauvoo battle under General Anderson. The general and his son and a man named Norris were killed. That same summer my father was working in the fields with some other men when a mob came upon them and took them prisoners. Phineous Young was one of the men with father. They were held fourteen days and one day my father told the guard what he thought of him and that day when he had eaten his food eh knew he had been poisoned and he induced vomiting and it did not hurt him. That happened before the Nauvoo battle. After the battle when the mob was whipped a treaty was made with the mob and let them in three days after the battle. I was in town just a short while before the battle standing on top of the Temple with about eight other boys. A man in charge was watching the mob through a spy glass, from where we were and he told us we had better go home as they did not know how it would turn out. Oscar Rice was one of the boys with us. Two men had come to my father that day and asked him if he had a gun or pistol, and father told him he had sent with an enemy. I saw Blackinstock take two loads of chain shot from the temple out to where Captain Anderson's company was to shoot. Out late Oscar Winters helped man the cannon in the Nauvoo battle. Daniel H. Wells and Lewis Robison fought on the Mormons side, and that day they had not yet been baptized into the church but were soon after. After we were driven out of Nauvoo we crossed the river and camped on the banks of it jsut about two miles from the Nauvoo Temple. The mob camped near the Temple and we could see their camp-fires and hear the shouts of the drunken frenzied mob. They remained there two or three weeks and it was here the Lord sent the quail by the thousands. They were so thick, the woods were full of them. We could kill four or five with a stick. One day the mob shot a cannon ball with a hold in it so they could hear it strike the earth. It plowed in the ground and mud some thirty rods above camp. No one was hurt and some of the men went and dug it out and brought it into camp.
Not long after that they moved across into Nashville, Iowa, and Lewis Robison moved to Nashville three miles below Montrose. He lived in Hoyt's house by the steam boat landing, just above the rapids. My father had moved about two blocks from the river and one block from Hoyts house. When we had all crossed first from the Nauvoo side we were all camped west straight across from the Nauvoo Temple, about two miles.
It was at Nashville that my brother Dave and myself went across the river in a skiff to hunt squirrels. The woods were full of them. On our return home a fog came up and we could not see the shore on either side. The wind blew and the waves dashed over our boat and my brother Dave took the oars while I bailed the water out as fast as I could with a milk pan until I was drenched to the skin. We were compelled to go up the river and landed a quarter of a mile above town. No skiff could have crossed straight. I would not care to have that risk again. We crossed the river on ice during the winter and got a sled load of apples from Old Mr. Castrow's who had a large orchard. When the river ice commenced to break up at one time father and Lew Robinson were in Nauvoo and they had started to cross that night on the ice. They had to crawl some of the way and arrived home about midnight. The following morning about sunrise two miles above where they crossed the ice was gone. It was about two weeks before the ice quit floating down the river.
Lewis Robison left Nashville in April, 1847, and I came with him. My father drove one of his ox team until we reached one of the little settlements on a big creek where some of the people were making maple sugar. One of the ladies gave me a pan full for Mrs. Robison when I went over to watch them.
The next morning, I told my father good-bye and he started back. That was the last time I ever saw him as both my parents and a baby brother died that fall from cholera. Sixty five years passed before I ever saw one of my brothers and I never saw my sisters again. Then my brother John from Nebraska came to Pleasant Grove in 1910 to visit me. He had served in the Civil War for three years on the North side in the 144th Illinois Regiment enlisting of Carthage. We reached Council Bluffs and stayed there until three companies were Organized on the Big Horn River. Then we all started for Utah. I was with Lewis Robison in Charles C. Riches Company. There were three cannons brought with us. One called "Old Sousa" was brought with the Smoot Company, the Brass Cannon with the Snow Company and the Big Heavy Cannon with the Charles C. Rich Company. I was then eleven years old. In a few days after starting they let me drive the oxen which was hauling one of the long cannons. I used to sit astride the cannon all day. I had driven for a week when I was unhitching them on the wrong side of one and was kicked about ten feet by one, so they did not allow me to drive after that but let me drive a team of horses.
We crossed the North Platte River until we reached the main Platte River and on until we reached Fort Laramie. It was near the Main Platte River and on until we reached Fort Laramie. It as near the Main Platte River we sighted our first herd of buffalo on the plains. Lewis Robison killed the first buffalo bull in the companies and it furnished us with a supply of mean. This was a Sunday dn we always lay over on Sunday's all the way across the plains. After we left here we came to where buffalo meat was plentiful. Coming up the North Platte River one day we saw a war party of about two hundred Sioux Indians coming towards us carrying the stars and stripes. We formed a circle with the three companies trying not to mix the cattle and got our cannons ready in case of trouble. When they were within about one half mile of the camp our men went out to meet them. Soon as they found out we were Mormons they were friendly and made many trades with us. They told our companies to remain over so they could trade; they came back a little before sunrise. We traded for furs, buffalo robes, buckskin, beads etc. They broke camp the second morning. We had to drive the buffalo away from the camp. The following morning we left and reached Fort Laramie and stayed over Sunday leaving there on a Monday morning. We found many skinned carcasses of buffalo on the plains but did not touch them. We met Brigham Young and some of the Saints on their return to Winter Quarters telling us what to do when we reached Utah. We started out the next day in a snow storm and traveled until we reached Independence Rock. I climbed on it as it was a large smooth rock with no grass or brush on it. We left the following day and reached Fort Bridger. This was the first place where we found white men since leaving. Again we traveled until we came to Devil's Gate, a place on the Sweet Water. We reached Echo Canyon and stopped at Cache's Cave. Some of the men went hunting, Lewis Robison, Alton Conover, and Ami Jackman. They caught a mule lost by some one and brought it along with them. We reached Immigration Canyon on a Saturday evening, camped at the mouth of the canyon and got in the valley the second of October, 1847. We then went down to the fort as it was then called where Pioneer park now is.
Here they built log houses with dirt roofs to live in. I lived with Lewis Robison and family. Melissa Robison was good to me and I was never whipped once by them. I helped Robison all I could. I lived there two winters 1847-1848, then moved to the eighth ward. Went to school five winters then came to Pleasant Grove in 1850. I lived at Port Bridger in 1855, and had attended school at the Old Fort in Salt Lake Valley, being taught by a teacher named Abigail Abbott. In 1848, I went to a school taught by Alzina Young. In the spring of ‘49, we moved out on city lots where now stands the Boston and New House buildings. I went to school that winter to a Mistress Brown who lived in the Seventh Ward. In the spring of ‘49 I was baptized by Bishop Edwards of the Eighth Ward. That summer I herded cows on the west side of Jordon River until July. Have been all over these hills herding cattle.
Lewis Robison and Calvin Moore had purchased a herd of cattle and Joe Moore and I started on toward Garfield but turned south and followed the hills to Pleasant Grove, then called Battle Creek. We stopped near the bed of an old stream called Dry Creek but later moved further down in the valley near some cotton wood trees and built a cabin of logs and stayed there during the late fall of ‘49. We brought our supplies from Platte's Ferry and were the first white men to live in the valley, now Pleasant Grove. No white lived nearer than Provo. One day while eating our dinner the cattle strayed toward Provo and Joe Moore set out after them leaving me all alone. He was gone part of the day. I was then fourteen. I have herded cows all over these hills barefooted and also to hauled wood even when snow was on the ground. We had to in those days.
In winter I attended school. I attended school one winter in the ninth ward under John Wooley and to James Cummings at one time in the Thirteenth ward. In ‘53, I went to school in Pleasant Grove under William Frampton and Franklin Farnsworth. That was my last schooling. My first dances were in the different wards. Two fiddlers furnished the music. We danced reels, upper reels, cotillions and the squirrel dance. Some of my partners were Martha Jane Vance, Lizzie Allie, Peggy Jane Meeks and Mary Jane Glover. I used to go around with Brigham Young Jr., Steve Taylor, Daniel H. Wells, and George L. Cannon.
Brother Free confirmed me into the church. I would come to Utah again for the gospel if I had my choice. I was the first from Michigan to come to Utah. In the fall about twenty families came to Pleasant Grove, Lewis Harvey, John Holman, George Clark, Oscar Winters, and others. They built log houses and later made a Fort to live in as a protection from the Indians. In the spring Lewis Robison moved his family to Pleasant Grove. We broke ground with two yoke of oxen. In ‘53 all the people moved into the fort so they could guard them from the Indians for who they had stolen twenty three head of our horses and were troublesome. The Walker War was in ‘53 and after working all day in the fields, I stood guard all night for three or four nights a week, for three months. I served in the Black Hawk War in 1866 under Jonathon S. Page. (He was the First man in Pleasant Grove and among the first to receive a pension for these services.)
In 1855 I went to Fort Bridger and lived there that winter to help ferry the immigrants across Green River. While at Fort Bridger I did some trapping and hunting. I caught one otter, two cats, two foxes, one medicine wolf, one hundred wolves, seventy large gray wolves, and thirty coyotes with two steel traps. Have hunted all my life and been a guide on numerous trips, have killed six bear, six head of mountain sheep and forty head of deer, When it comes to Grouse ducks and rabbit I have killed them by the hundreds. (They had to rely on some of these for their food supply as the Pioneers needed their domestic stock for farming and milk and butter supply depended on the wild grouse, duck and deer and rabbit for meat.) I have shot with the Indians at marks and never had them beat me yet. One time Old Chief Soviet was a Henrie's Fork with a hundred in his band. I was there with Berny Ward and Joshua Terry in 1855 trading with the Indians. We got twenty head of horses, buffalo robes furs and buckskins from them. (His many experiences with Indians and his prowesses in hunting have furnished many an interesting story for which he had the gift for telling. One was told as follows: "One time Dave West and I trailed a bear to his den and I crawled in with cocked gun, into the darkness of the cave. I saw two coals of fire, backing out with my gun cocked I decided to smoke him out. We gathered a pile of dead dry leaves shoved them into the mouth of the cave and set them afire. Pretty soon out came the bear snorting. I cocked my gun he fell with the first shot. I have shot a single deer six hundred yards away several times. Have killed two bear with three shots. He was also a reader of history and showed a keen interest in affairs of time until his death.")
In the year of 1857, when Johnston's army arrived from Fort Leavenworth at Fort Bridger when the word was brought to the Saints in Cottonwood Canyon and Brigham said they could not come in, I was sent with Captain Lott Smith to stop Johnstons army at Fort Bridger. I stayed there that winter, we took fifteen hundred head of cattle, seventy five head of horses and mules, and burnt three large trains of supplies of theirs. Governor Brigham told them they couldn't come to Salt Lake until they agreed to make their post forty miles from Salt Lake. They went to Camp Floyd in Cedar Valley. The army left there and went back in 1859. Johnston joined the Confederate army and was killed in the first battle with the Union Army. (While at Fort Bridger he brought back an old medicine chest that belonged to one of the army surgeons. It once had a large padlock coming from Camp Floyd. The chest is now among the pioneer relics of the State Capitol.)
In the spring of ‘53 I came back to Pleasant Grove and was married to Hannah Jane Driggs, daughter of Shadrick Driggs, was married by Bishop Henson Walker. I later went back to Fort Bridger to assist in the ferry boat to help the immigrants across. I have helped make all the roads in Utah county and all irrigation ditches in that precinct. Also furnished an ox team and helped haul rock in the building of the Temple.
In making the roads of Grove Creek Canyon, three times they were washed out and the three roads we made in Battle Creek were all washed out. I helped on the road in American Fork Canyon and the floods washed them out several times. I served as sheriff of Pleasant Grove about eight years. Was well acquainted with Jim Bridger, Chief Washikie and other early pioneer characters. (He often said, "I am glad I was never called upon to kill anyone not even an Indian for I would not care to do so.")
On May 5, 1874, I was married to Lucinda Jane Harvey, daughter of Lewis and Lucinda Clark, Pioneers of 1850, in the old Endowment House at Salt Lake, by Daniel H. Wells.
Written from personal notes and dictation from father, by his daughter Grace H. Peterson.
A note from Grace Herron Peterson:
He was a member of the 144th quorum of Seventies, was ordained a High Priest January 6th, 1806, by Abel J. Evans. He was a true Latter Day Saint, Having never smoked or drank in all his life, although his path often led him among some rough characters. He was the father of twenty three children and at the time of his death January 6th, 1922, he left a wife, thirteen children, fifty grand children, and eighty great grand children a heritage to be proud of. He was a true pioneer, suffered all the perils and privations of early pioneer life and had his full share. He came of a pioneer heritage having come from a long line of trail blazers in America. His mother was a descendants of one of the early Revolutionary Patriots, the grandson of one whom was among the first to blaze a trail down the Mohawk Valley and settle along the Schoharie River, Pioneers of New York Valley. Some of them became prominent in the building up of that great state. His line runs into the Chrysler, Bauch, and other Pioneer families of that state. He was the first and only of his fathers people to come to Utah or embrace the gospel. He was orphaned at twelve and only saw one brother after a lapse of sixty five years. After his death I wrote to his sister, then in her eighties. She wrote me a very touching letter saying she had never forgotten that morning when father bade them all good bye for that was the last time they ever met. She writes, "I can still remember that lad, my brother as he rode away with Robison so proud and young", adding these lines of poetry,
" In my dreams I can see him yet,For Lonely hearts do not forget."
These our Pioneer fathers and mothers blazed their way across a wilderness of sage, through torrents and desert sands, through the severest tests of existence and with starvation, winters cold, and wild Indians always with them to test their faith and courage, and endurance, all honor to their name, no matter how humble their station in life, for they turned this wilderness of sage into a land of fine existence that you and I might carry on where they left off. The graves with their crude markers that mark the trails of that march can tell us briefly of the hardships and suffering they endured for the sake of their ideal, but to their work will be said, "Well done they good and faithful servant." May the example they set lead us on to the highest ideals and we be ever worthy of our Pioneer heritage.

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