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Guest Post: The Search for Edward Arthur Smith

By: Kevin Folkman - January 23, 2013

This really isn’t that big of a deal, but it does involve some 20th century LDS history, an LDS church president, and a previous Keepa post I did. It ended up being a big deal for me. Edward Arthur Smith was the adopted son of Joseph F. and Julina Lambson Smith, and the oldest child in the Smith households. He is also my wife Katie’s great-grandfather, which is the only reason I took notice of him in the first place. He would never have considered himself “lost”, and I certainly can’t claim to have “found” him in any real sense, but there is a search involved, and a couple of stories connected to church history. This, then, is all about my search for Edward Arthur Smith, who turned out to be pretty remarkable in the end.

My wife’s family has long told the story about how Edward Arthur Smith was adopted by Joseph F. Smith while on a mission to England, and how he married a daughter of Thomas Sasson Smith, colonization efforts at Fort Lemhi in Idaho, and the Muddy River in Nevada. Edward and his wife, Cytha Ellen, moved from Farmington, Utah, shortly after they married, to the St. Anthony area of Idaho, and then later to Raymond, Alberta, Canada. Edward farmed, did carpentry work, and then died of an unexplained illness or injury in 1911. Within a couple of years, his widow and family had moved back to the United States, and settled in Burley, Idaho.

What caught my interest at family gatherings had to do with a story from one of my wife’s aunts, who had gone to visit Edward Arthur’s widow, and found her burning paper in a backyard bonfire. Some of the papers turned out to be letters on First Presidency stationary from Joseph F. Smith to Edward. About 24 of these letters were saved from the fire, and divided up amongst various family members. I had heard about the letters, and seen a copy of one or two, but I still wasn’t thinking of Edward Arthur Smith as lost.

In the fall of 2011, I saw a call for papers about the life and times of Joseph F. Smith for a symposium sponsored by the BYU Religious Studies Center and the Church History department. I thought of the letters, and did some quick checking in the existing biographies of Joseph F. Smith, only to discover Edward Arthur Smith had gone missing. Joseph Fielding Smith’s biography of his father only mentions Edward in an appendix with a list of all the children of Joseph F. and his wives, with an asterisk to indicate adoption. Francis Gibbons biography of JFS mentions him once, only because a letter or journal entry had been quoted, and he needed to explain why this unknown young man’s name appeared there.

As I had recently finished my article about the 1873 Arizona colonization effort, I was casting about for another project to work on, and the thought of “finding” Edward through the letters of his father struck me as a worthy topic for the BYU/Church History symposium. I submitted a proposal, and to my great surprise, found my project accepted to present at the conference. Deadlines followed, and I jumped in with both feet, trying to find out more about Edward Arthur and his relationship with his adopted father.

My wife’s father has one of the original letters, actually from Julina to Edward, but copies of about 20 others. I began to read and categorize the letters, and found them to be fascinating. They showed in every respect a concerned and loving father, giving advice and sharing family news about crops, finances, and who had what illness. Joseph advised Edward to read good books, and sent him a few. He encouraged him to stay out of debt, and to stay active in the church. As my article began to take shape, I found myself asking more questions. The family stories talked about Edward being adopted as an eleven year old in 1871. Edward was born in 1859, but Joseph F. Smith was not serving a mission in England at the time that these stories suggested. The dates did not match up, and I figured that a story about Edward’s adoption had to be in his father’s journals somewhere. I spent time at the Church History Library, looking at Joseph F. Smith’s letters and journals, and while I found one or two references to “Edward is sick” or “bought a hat for Edward,” I could find no reference to the adoption. My wife and I went through all sorts of wild speculation about the whole episode, and could come up with nothing that made sense with the family stories. I kept reading and rereading the letters, and putting together a rough draft of my article, carefully noting the discrepancies, and admitting I didn’t have the answers.

I also found out that my wife’s brother, Paul, lived across the street in Burley, Idaho, from a grandson of Edward Arthur Smith This grandson, now retired himself, is no longer active in the church, but in possession of Edward’s personal journal and record book. I began bombarding Paul with requests to see if we couldn’t get our hands on the journal, and seemed to be getting nowhere. My brother-in-law is busy with his own business, and the neighbor seemed a little reluctant at first. However, a few weeks before I was due to travel to Utah for the conference, Paul sent me an electronic copy of the journal. Paul and a business partner publish a local advertising paper in Southern Idaho, and he had photographed the entire journal with a high quality document camera. The journal, much beat up and now over 100 years old, looks beautiful in those pictures. I didn’t get any of the big questions answered about how Edward had died, or when he had come to the States, but I did find a lot of clues about what kind of man he was, how he felt about his family, and also about his work as a carpenter and the careful records he kept of expenditures and his church work over the years.

I moved on, and got my article in shape for the conference, to be held in Utah last March. I had never presented at a conference like that, and I admit to feeling a little intimidated. Along the way, I got some encouragement from Ardis, and also from Jonathan Stapley, both of them (to me at least) giants in Mormon History. I prepared some pictures for a PowerPoint presentation, and studied my text. The night before I was to present, I did a dry run with my wife and father in law at his house in Ogden, Utah. I could tell both from their reaction, and my own gut feeling, that I was failing miserably. As kindly as she could, my wife told me that I had recently given the best talk of my life in a meeting in our ward, and that I could do much better on this presentation, but I had better figure it out quick, as we had about 12 hours until I was to present my paper.

Chagrined but determined, I stayed up late, made a few topical notes on paper, and thought about the Edward Arthur Smith I had met and become closely acquainted with through his letters and journals. About 1AM, I finally collapsed for a few hours sleep, as we had to get up and drive from Ogden to Provo to be there in time for the conference Saturday morning.

My presentation was not by any means a show stopper, but I felt very comfortable with it, and the audience seemed to be comfortable with it as well. I was sandwiched between two BYU professors who also were talking about Joseph F. Smith’s family, and our presentations meshed together nicely. I showed my pictures, told my story about Edward, and admitted the problems I had with reconciling some of the dates from Joseph’s letters and journals.

Nate Ricks, who has also established a reputation with some of his work on Joseph F. Smith, came up to me after the presentation, and said “I know when Edward was adopted!” That stopped me in my tracks. I excused myself from the other folks I was talking with, and Nate and I compared some notes. Edward’s mother had died, and the father was out of the picture, all things I already knew. However, these events took place in 1863, years earlier than the family all thought was the case, including a number of Joseph F. Smith’s natural children. Armed with Nate’s notes, I eventually found a few more journal entries, and began to fill out a bit more of the story.

In 1863, Joseph was still married to Levira, his first wife, with whom he had no children. Julina did not marry Joseph until 1869, but she is the one that Edward and Joseph both refer to as “Mother.” We’ve established that Edward spent some of his childhood years living with the Knowlton family in Farmington, but when, and how, is still not known. What relationship Levira had with Edward, if any, is still unknown. Worth a separate post is Joseph’s letter to Levira announcing his adoption of Edward, so I will save that for a later post, except to say that it is somewhat along the line of “People have been giving me the most interesting gifts…”

I had found a lot more about Edward, and in the months that followed, I was invited to submit my paper for the publication of the proceedings of the seminar. I immersed myself in the letters and journals again, getting better acquainted with Edward and his family as I finished my article. This also brought me closer to an understanding of the mercurial and complex man that Joseph F. Smith had been. I read a lot of his letters and journals, several articles about him, and found what I considered to be my favorite picture of Joseph F. Smith.



My wife and I had been planning a trip for our 40th anniversary, and had decided on taking a road trip up into Canada and the national parks around Banff in August. Our route took us directly through Cardston, so we decided we would take an extra day, and visit Magrath and Raymond, two of the nearby towns where Edward and his family lived. Apart from the temple, I found that Cardston was not so impressive, probably influenced by the bad motel we were forced to stay in. We wanted to try and find Edward’s grave in Raymond, so after checking into the motel, we still had a few hours of daylight and headed off towards Raymond.




Raymond is actually a beautiful little town, primarily LDS, with wide streets laid out in a typical Mormon grid pattern. It was some kind of Canadian holiday the day we were there, and we had no idea where the cemetery was. We found a large LDS church, where some young men and women, along with some adult leaders, were putting back into storage Canadian flags that had been displayed all over town that day. We told them we were looking for the cemetery, and one of the young men pointed us to “Temple Hill,” a mile or two north of town. The name is intriguing, as the temple is actually in Cardston, so we can only assume there was some good natured competition for locating the temple, and Ora Card won.



Temple hill is not a large hill, and part of it is dedicated to an RV park for motorcycles and ATVs. There is also a water tower on the hill. But behind a couple of rows of trees sits a quiet and green, well maintained cemetery. It is a small town, so no sexton was on duty, and I feared that on a national holiday, there would be no chance of finding anyone who could locate a grave. Looking at probably a thousand or more headstones, I figured that finding Edward’s grave could be problematic. I don’t spend a lot of time around cemeteries, but my wife pointed out a nearby gazebo, and told me to go look to see if there was a map or something. Indeed, there was a well maintained map and index book for the cemetery, and after a little looking, I found the spot on the map where Edward was buried. We hustled down the third row in the cemetery, and after a minute of looking, found Edward.



I’m not one to think that the spirits of our dead ancestors hang around cemeteries, waiting for someone to come by and visit. Nor do I claim that I had any such revelation. But after a year of living with Joseph F. Smith’s letters to Edward, I really felt like I knew him. I hugged my wife, and thought to myself, “Edward, I married your great granddaughter. I am glad I got to know you.” Edward was lost no more.



  1. Kevin, This is a great, especially fascinating post and story. Thanks!

    Comment by Gary Bergera — January 23, 2013 @ 9:27 am

  2. “My wife and I went through all sorts of wild speculation about the whole episode”

    That made me laugh, since I’ve done the same thing with my husband many times as I’ve processed the stories of the Eminent Women, and tried to understand their histories.

    Wonderful story, Kevin!

    And a tangent: I’ve seen that kind of cemetery sign (the arched metal “Temple Hill Cemetery”) in cemeteries in Utah and Arizona. Curious that it appears in Canada as well. I guess it could be considered one of the markers of the extent of Mormon influence, along with the Lombardy poplar. Its extent wouldn’t be hard to track, using Find A Grave.

    Comment by Amy T — January 23, 2013 @ 10:47 am

  3. I’m not one to think that the spirits of our dead ancestors hang around cemeteries, waiting for someone to come by and visit.

    Me, either. But I’ve shared that same experience. I was recording a small southern Utah cemetery once when I came across a familiar name on a stone at the top of a hill. I whooped and danced around it like I was unexpectedly meeting a good friend after a long separation.

    This is such a good chronicle of how a name on a page eventually becomes a known and loved person.

    Comment by Ardis E. Parshall — January 23, 2013 @ 11:03 am

  4. Thanks for the kind comments, all. What interests me most in doing historical research, is if I can make some kind of personal connection with the subjects, and I had them all over the place with Edward. As with much of what I have done, part of the motivation is that on the other side of the veil, these folks won’t be strangers to me. Not a very historiographical sentiment, but it works for me.

    Comment by kevinf — January 23, 2013 @ 11:23 am

  5. A great tale. Thanks, Kevin.

    I wondered about that “some kind of holiday” and discovered that the Canadians, celebratory sorts that they are, have a holiday the first Monday in August called “Civic Holiday” which is not even observed in Quebec (yeah, it figures) but in Alberta it’s called Heritage Day and is an Optional Civic Holiday.

    How foreign!

    And you thought Canada was just like the northern 51st state!

    Comment by Mark B. — January 23, 2013 @ 11:52 am

  6. Mark, thanks, I guess I should have researched that a bit more, but that is the day. As to the 51st state thing, the funny money (Loonies) and being able to cruise at 130 KPH, I knew that this was a land that had never known the touch of Ronald Reagan’s non-metric thinking.

    Comment by kevinf — January 23, 2013 @ 12:20 pm

  7. I have no connection to Southern Alberta but have heard the story that Raymond and Cardston were in a some kind of a struggle to see who would get the Temple built there. Obviously Cardston won but I have heard rumours and probably just that an Apostle dedicated Temple Hill in Raymond, which is why it is called Temple Hill. People to this day think Raymond and/or Lethbridge will get a Temple but I don’t think that will ever in a million years happen now that Alberta only has about 20 stakes and three Temples as it is

    Comment by Cameron — January 23, 2013 @ 2:07 pm

  8. Worth a separate post is Joseph’s letter to Levira announcing his adoption of Edward, so I will save that for a later post…

    Don’t wait too long, I am very interested.

    Comment by Jeff Johnson — January 24, 2013 @ 12:37 am

  9. I came across your post a year ago when my mother and I were trying to plan a trip following the trail that the wagon train my Grandmother and Grandfather had traveled with from Canada to Idaho. You can not imagine the wonder on my Mother’s face when we saw your pictures. My mother is Ilene Johnson, Einar and Nellie’s daughter. So now I am traveling to Oregon again to see her for her 90th birthday party and wanting to review your post. And what do I find but stuff about Edward Arthur. UNBELIEVABLE!! These are questions we have had forever. I will copy your post and show her. Are you related through Delva? I look forward to a reply when you have the opportunity. Thanks so much.

    Comment by Sherry Cochran — March 31, 2013 @ 11:07 pm

  10. Sherry,

    Ardis provided me with your email address, and I will follow up with you there, but in the meantime, here is my post about that wagon trip in 1914, including a couple of pictures.

    Comment by kevinf — April 1, 2013 @ 10:01 am

  11. I am so happy to read your post. Edward was my husband’s great grandfather as well. The picture posted makes one think it is perhaps a wedding photo, but I have never seen who the woman whose hand you see included. Is it possible that you have the total picture? Also, could you contact me about Edward’s biological father shown as William and biological mother’s name as Jane? So glad to find this post!

    Comment by Colleen Carson — April 19, 2013 @ 9:13 am

  12. Colleen, I have no information about Edward’s biological father, other than he was not around at the time that Joseph F. Smith adopted Edward. My brother in law has a copy of the birth certificate for Edward, and it does not show the father’s name. I will have to ask about the full name of the mother. I know the last name was Thorpe.

    Also, as to the picture, for whatever reason, all I have is the cropped version, showing only Edward. Somewhere, I also have a picture of Edward as a young boy. If I can find that I will try to get that to you. I will ask Ardis to forward you my email address so we can talk offline.

    [done — AEP]

    Comment by kevinf — April 19, 2013 @ 11:17 am

  13. Last night, doing genealogy, if learned that I was related to Edward. I had no idea if it was correct because he was only ten years younger than the mother, and he was born in England.
    Surprisingly, I googled his name and found this article. It explains more than I could have ever figured out on my own. Interestingly enough I was born and raised in Burley, where some of this history took place.

    Thanks! Good Luck!!

    Comment by Lucas Handy — August 15, 2013 @ 8:20 am

  14. Thank you for your research. My family too is related to Edward Arthur (his daughter is my great grandmother) and we have never been able to find much information. I would be interested in seeing the letter to Joseph F’s wife. Interestingly enough, my daughter just had a baby last week and named her son after Edward Arthur, as a way of tying him back to his heritage in the church

    Comment by terri petersen — November 18, 2013 @ 3:12 pm

  15. I just want to thank you for this information. I too am a great granddaughter of Edward and never could get information about his adoption…still don’t know much, but glad to know what little I heard from family was true. Thank you!

    Comment by Christine Dinnel — December 26, 2013 @ 8:55 am

  16. Christine, thanks for taking a look at this. There is still so much we don’t yet know about Edward, but it has been great fun to learn more about him. We still don’t know the nature of the accident or illness that eventually took his life, and have not been able to come up with a death certificate or any other information about that. So if I ever find anything, I will follow up with another post here.

    Comment by kevinf — December 27, 2013 @ 11:11 am

  17. Oh the wonders of the internet! How it can tie families back together. Edward is the great grandfather of my grandfather. My grandfather is the son of Lavon Lyons, eldest daughter of Julina who was the eldest daughter of Edward and Sytha. I’ve really been thinking a lot about Edward and some of the stories I’ve heard about him, and I had a lot of questions. I too wondered about the circumstances of his adoption and his death. I realized that when my great grandmother was born in 1904 her great grandfather, Joseph F Smith, was the prophet of the church. And I wondered if he was aware of her birth and if she had any contact with him before he died. We should start a Facebook page for descendants of Arthur for sharing information. This article is a gem. Thanks for posting.

    Comment by Rebekah N — January 19, 2014 @ 2:20 pm

  18. I just read your previous post about Thomas Lyons. He was my grandfather’s grandfather too. So I guess my grandfather and your wife are cousins. In my earlier comment I incorrectly stated that Lavon was the oldest daughter when Alta was actually the oldest. But I loved the article about the wagon train and the Lyons family. I also loved the photographs. Golden! Thank you.

    Comment by Rebekah N — January 19, 2014 @ 3:02 pm

  19. I talked to my Grandmother and she said the family has a letter from Edward’s wife to a daughter about how Edward died. Apparently he had cancer and they treated it with quicksilver.

    Comment by Rebekah N — January 19, 2014 @ 9:00 pm

  20. I am excited to hear about a letter telling about how Edward died. Is it possible, Rebekah, to share a copy of this letter with Kevin. I just contacted a family member who has copies of letters from Edward’s biological sisters, Annie and Rose. We need to pool our resources. I also have a letter Cytha wrote talking about the quicksilver, and how he suffered. I will furnish those to KevinF.

    Comment by ColleenC — January 22, 2014 @ 10:07 pm

  21. My wife’s grandmother was Mary Smith. She married a Lund from Burley, Idaho. My wife has always heard about Edward being an adopted son of Joseph F. Smith. We have journals and history, but no success in matching dates, both birth and death of Edward. We will get out the journals and history to see how this correlates with your information. Thanks for the death date. We are LDS, me a convert.

    Comment by Duane Slocum — February 5, 2014 @ 7:06 pm

  22. Any help anyone can give, please contact me via email. We live in Colo. Springs. Thanks!

    Comment by Duane Slocum — February 5, 2014 @ 7:07 pm

  23. Kevin-would it be possible for you to share the digital version of Edward Arthur Smith you received? I would love to learn more about my great-great-grandfather.

    Comment by Ed hewett — January 11, 2015 @ 1:21 pm

  24. Edward Arthur Smith is my Great, Great, Grandfather through my maternal line. His daughter Annie Maria Smith Lyons was my Great Grandma. He died 2 years before my Grandmother, Melba Lyons Black was born. My mother had some of the original letters that you talked about in the article, but have been lost now. I was researching for a school project for my daughter’s history class and told my mom of some of the things I had found. If there is any way that you would be willing to share copies of what you have with me, it would be greatly appreciated. My I do not believe that there are any living siblings of my grandmothers. My aunt had done a lot of research, but now has no recollection of where that research and genealogy went. I was born and raised in Wilford, Fremont, Idaho, the same place that my great grandmother, Annie Maria smith Lyons was born and raised and married.

    Comment by Alonna Allred — September 18, 2015 @ 9:14 am

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