Birth: December 17, 1809, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
Death: March 24, 1905, Ogden, Weber County, Utah, USA
Burial: Ogden City Cemetery, Ogden, Weber County, Utah, USA - Plot: B-2-3-3W
John and Mary left for Utah in May 1855. They were married again (October 29, 1859) in Salt Lake City, perhaps in the Temple. Both were buried in Ogden City Cemetery. John was a candy maker. At one time, he was excommunicated from the church over a property dispute with another member of the church, and later reinstated. Found on ancestry.com
John A. Jost
Born December 17, 1811, in Nova Scotia. Came to Utah December 16, 1856, Wooley and Atwood company.
Married Mary A. Zwicker, who was born July, 1811. Came to Utah with her husband. Their children: George H.; Eliza A.; Alice E.; Kate; John D.; Samuel E.; Thomas; Minnie; Alexander; Andrew. Family home Ogden, Utah
Pioneers and Prominent Men of Utah, page 979
John A. Jost
John A. Jost (son of George Henry Jost born about 1775, Halifax, Canada, and Marjory Smith born about 1780, Halifax, Canada) was born July 19, 1811, Nova Scotia on May 4, 1834. He and Mary came to Utah December 16, 1856, Wooey and Atwood Company. Family home Ogden, Utah.
"Pioneers and Prominent Men of Utah" by Frank Esshom
Jost, John A. (44) born Halifax, Nova Scotia, with Independent Wagons, joined Hodgett Company Ft. Laramie
Jost, Maryann Zwicker, Sr. (45) wife, born Canada
Jost, Catherine Ann, (Kate?) (15) born Canada
Jost, Samuel Edward (11) born Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, later a teamster, brought 1st telegraph wire to Utah)
Jost, Thomas William (9) born Canada
Jost, Maryann (Minnie?), Jr. (9), born Canada
Jost, Andrew James (11) born Canada (Also George H., Alice or Louisa E., John D., Andrew)
Members of the Willie Handcart Company
From Florence, Nebraska, to Salt Lake City, Utah, and Those Who Died Previously
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
James G. Willie Company (1856) Departure: 15 July 1856 Arrival: 9 November 1856
Company Information: 4th handcart company which had about 500 individuals, 100 handcarts, and 5 wagons in the company when it began its journey from the outfitting post at Iowa City, Iowa.
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Jost, John Alexander Birth Date: 17 December 1811 Death Date: 25 March 1905 Gender: Male Age: 44 Company: James G. Willie Company (1856) Pioneer Information: and family; joined the Hodgett Company at Ft. Laramie
Fourth Hand-Cart Company—Capt. J. G. Willie. Wagon Company, organized at Florence, with the Fourth Hand Cart Company.
FROM ENGLAND.J[ames]. S[herlock]. Cantwell and family, J[ohn]. T[homas]. Geary and family.
FROM THE UNITED STATES.A. L. [Andrew Lafayette] Siler, N. L. [Neils Lars] Christianson, Reverina [Mount] Leason and son, J. A. [John Alexander] Jost and family, C. [Christine] Anderson.
Source of Trail Excerpt: "Immigration to Utah," Deseret News [Weekly], 15 October 1856, 254.
Utah Death Certificates, 1904-1956 for John Alexander Jost
|Name:||John Alexander Jost|
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|Death Date:||25 Mar 1905|
|Death Place:||Ogden, Weber, Utah|
|Estimated Birth Year:||1810|
|Death Age:||95 years 3 months 8 days|
|Race or Color:|
|Father's Name:||D.K. D.K.|
|Father's Titles & Terms:|
|Mother's Name:||D. K. D. K.|
|Mother's Titles & Terms:|
|Digital GS Number:||4120974|
Utah Deaths and Burials, 1888-1946 for John Alex. Jost
|Name:||John Alex. Jost|
|Burial Date:||25 Mar 1905|
|Death Date:||25 Mar 1905|
|Indexing Project (Batch) Number:|
|Source Film Number:||497706|
Email from Ted Richardson
John Alexander Jost was born in 1811, not in 1809 as listed on his grave marker. I’ve seen numerous copies of the birth record back home in Nova Scotia. I do have some personal theories as to why his grave marker lists 1809, let me know if you are interested in hearing them. J
Part of the 4th Company of Hand-carts 85 in number under the presidency of Elder James G. Willie started from Florence in company with 11 waggons (P.E.Fund & Independent) about one o’clock p.m. and journey to Little Pappea where they camped for the night with Col. Babbitt and 4 waggons of his. The Handcart Company had been organized into hundreds by President Daniel Spencer at Iowa City and subsequently sanctioned by President James McGaw. Millen Atwood, Capt. of 1st Hundred, Levi Savage Capt. of 2nd Hundred, William Woodward Capt. of 3rd Hundred, John Chislett Capt. of 4th Hundred, J.A. Ahamason, Capt. of 5th Hundred. Brother Jost borrowed a yoke of oxen from Bro. Cantwell in consequence of his own being unmanageable. Promised to return said yoke tomorrow - 6 miles from Florence.
This is a copy of the Journal of my Great Grandfather.
Found on FamilySearch.org
On The Death of Eliza, Our Eldest Daughter written by her father, John Alexander Jost
The offspring of our early wedlock, and first years
Of our union, has left the stage of life ---
Left father, mother, brothers, sisters, friends – left many
Of the daughters of the earth, whom much she
Loved, and who in turn loved her. Her
Days upon the earth were few. In bloom of
Life and health, and animation lively – in joyous
Youth and beauty, she was called to lay her body down.
The finer feeling of the mind, just now,
Beginning to expand – the well filled bud of youth
Just bursting into womanhood; when, Lo! The withering
Blast of death swept by, and touched the opening
Flower. With buoyant heart and spirit
She sped along the walks of life – with pleasing
Voice, in song she cheered her friends and parents
Dear; and oft raised the drooping, saddened heart
To happiest reflections. She loved the pleasing
Scenes of gayest life, in innocence and virtue;
For scarce had she begun to know the painful sting
That lurks unseen, beneath the garb of earthly joys,
Or stealthy coil of poisonous reptile, that too oft
Lies hid in blackest heart, though covered well
With garments gay, and cloth of finest texture.
We thank our God, that in her heart was virtue,
And in her eye was keen discernment. She
Heeded words of counsel from her friends and
Parents, whom she loved. And thus detected
Much, the poison mixed with sweet; and
Hidden bitterness of soul that follows evil pleasures.
If in my song I praise too much my own,
I ask forbearance; for, though she had her faults
And many too she had; yet she obedient
Proved, when called to separate from early friends,
And oft obedient proved in other things.
Obedient to the gospel call, in these last
Days, I left my native home. I summoned
All who called me by the endearing name of
Father, to follow in the train. I told them
That we would wend our way to Ephraim's promised
Land - to lands in far off West, in peaceful
Vales of Zion's lofty mount. This is the
Lord's command in these last days. All
Men who will be saved from threatened vengeance
Of an angry God, poured out in justice,
On the wicked nations of the earth, should
Gather up to Ephraim's mount, and hide them
Then, till pestilence and famine pass away.
There to abide in safety if obedient, and then
Enjoy God's laws, revealed through Prophets, Seers and
Revelators; and live on all the precious fruits
of happy land - blessed for the righteous sake.
Obedient to my call Eliza proved, and
Fixed, and planned, and worked, and helped to
Pull up stakes and travel on. Though
Much was placed in front, by Priest and
People – relations, friends and neighbors. All
Friends so called. They said, “Eliza don’t you
Go; your living here you now can earn;
You’re old enough, and able too, to gain your bread;
Your father much in error’s path has strayed,
Said they; and you and he, and all will ruined
Be, who follow him through vain delusion’s track.”
Of her own age, and sex, she many
Favorites had. They loved each other much,
And sorrowed much, when called to part.
She parted from all these, and though ‘twas
Hard, she turned her back to all these things,
And closed her ear to every sound, but that
Of parents’ orders.
We journeyed from our native home
And safe arrived in this fair land, en route
For Salt Lake Valley. Here disappointment
Met us face to face; and we obliged were
To spread our tents and tarry for a while.
The subject of our song loved not this place,
She much desired, and longed to travel on,
And eagerly she grasped, first chance that
Opened up before her. A herald of
The Gospel, and champion bold, had just
Returned from neighboring land of Texas,
And preparing was, to journey o’er the plains
With happy heart, to join his family in their
Mountain home. He saw her, and
Her sister next in years, and said he’d take
Them on, and take their older brother too –
God bless the man! With blessing,
Counsel, and consent of parents, they
Parted from us; but she, our eldest
Girl, we little thought to meet no more
On this side of the grave.
(Concluded next week)
This appeared in the St. Louis Luminary – July 14, 1855 – Volume I, Number XXXVI, (a typo which should have been Number XXXIV), page 136
ON THE DEATH OF ELIZA, OUR ELDEST DAUGHTER (Concluded)
She joined the camp of Israel, and
Commenced her journey o’er the plains. One
Short day’s march was scarce performed.
They scarce had spread their tents and eat
Their evening meal, with thankful hearts,
When lo! A pale-faced visitor began to hover
Round about the tents; and ere the shades
Of night had passed away, his withering
Blight passed through their midst, and
Left the mark of sure decay, and death, on
Many Saints. The morning sun
Beamed forth his light around the camp,
But naught of mirth was heard, nor joyful
Morning song. All dark --- all sad and
Dreary was the scene within. The
Groans of dying Saints, and shrieks of living
Ones, might now be heard within the tents;
Outside, the hollow sound of pick
And spade – click, click, click I
n place of morning songs of joy, which they were
Wont to offer up, as they at other times had done.
All sobs, and shrieks, and groans,
Had changed the scene. O! cruel death,
Thou dreadful monster! Thou enemy
To human happiness and joy. How
Oft thou cheatest the sons and daughters
Of mankind of all their happiness and joy,
Laid out for future years
And many years to come. Not so,
Foul monster, canst thou cheat the Saints
Of God, of happiness to come. At best
'Tis all thy power can do to separate
For time, not long, the father, mother,
Sister, brother in the flesh. Thou
Open'st up the way to paradise. (The Saints)
Of God, pass th(r)ough and join their
Brethren in the spirit world. There they
But wait and rest a while, the proper time
When they shall come again, and realize
The joys they long anticipated. When they
Shall come and reap the joys and happiness
They sowed when here before - and join
To part no more with father, mother, brothers,
Sisters, friends, and carry out the mighty
Works, they here on earth begun.
Some twenty-five in Israel’s camp
Are numbered with the dead! – the work
Of four short days! Among this number
In the earth is laid our daughter whom
We loved. But eighteen summers
Had passed o’er her head, when shafts
Of cruel death had pierced her vital parts,
And sent her to her temporary rest – the
Rest of death! Can it be true? And
Has she left us here to mourn her absence?
“Tis true! O! God, thy will be done. Thou
Giv’st – thou tak’st away, and we
Will not repine. But for a time we’ll
Mourn. Our nature’s such, that
Stoutest hearts sometimes give way, and
Force the bitter tears, in copious streams T
o flow. Forgive, O! God, our weakness –
Accept our thanks, because we sorrow
Not, without sure hope. But hark!
Methinks I hear Eliza’s mirthful voice
Resounding through the abodes of life
Again! Methinks I hear her voice of melody,
In songs of sweetest tones. I listen!
Methinks I see her pass me in full stature,
And feel the keenest glance of her bright eyes,
And see her smiling face. I start!
I look! Her form has vanished – her Smile has passed away. The sound
Of her sweet voice is lost in distance – She is not here. Ah! No. “Tis all a dream –
A vision of the brain!
She’s gone from earth.
Awake! Arouse my soul
From this sad dream of earth; shake off
Thy sadness, and put the Gospel armor
On. Our rightful sovereign – Jesus Christ – still lives
And guides the helm. His kingdom
Now established on the earth, dispenses
To His faithful sons and daughters, through
Prophet, Seer, and Revelator, all, and more
Than man can ask – the offspring of obedience.
And shall we then repine, and mourn
When we are blessed with hope
That’s sure and certain? That we, and all
Shall meet again, who faithful are, to enjoy
Eternal life with those we love, and
Reign with Christ in an inheritance
That is eternal, to part no more forever.
Enough! My soul much comfort
Finds, in all these things. The spirit of my
God, sheds life throughout my soul –-
A positive assurance, no man can give,
Nor take away. And I can say, with
All the hope and consolation of a Saint
Of God, ‘tis right!
Thy will O, God, be done.
St. Louis, July 2 1855
John A. Jost
This appeared in the St. Louis Luminary – July 21, 1855 – Volume I, Number XXXV, page 140
The St. Louis Luminary was a paper published weekly in St. Louis, Missouri in 1854 and 1855 by the church with information for church members.
It’s description reads:
The St. Louis Luminary
Devoted to Science, Religion, General Intelligence and News of the Day
Edited and Published by
Under the banner of the title of the newspaper it reads:
LIGHT SHINETH IN THE DARKNESS, AND DARKNESS COMPREHENDTH IT NOT. JESUS
Found on FamilySearch.org (contributed by KathleenBlack1 12 February 2018
To George and Hope [Jost] on the death of Geo Alexander Who died January 15th 1866 Age 3 years 9 months By J.A.J [John A. Jost] I know you loved him dearly, And sorrow fills your heart, For death has called so early, On you with him to part. I suffered this affliction, Not many years ago. Ah oh! What malediction My heart was like to show. I therefore feel your sorrow And would consolation give, Yes! On a bright tomorrow, Eternally he’ll live. I know you sadly miss him, When ere you look around, Because his little playthings, In every nook are found. His little drum and whistle, His carriage and his whip. The stick he used to straddle, When round the house he’d skip. His boots lie in the corner, His hat hangs on the nail, His lettered blocks are scattered, His tin cup’s by the pail. The gown in which you wrapped him, When you laid him down to sleep, The bedstead which you made him, You see! You feel! You weep! His little bed is vacant, In his bedstead standing there, And here close by the casement, O God! His empty chair. O how his little prattle, Must be ringing through your ears, When you (busy) turned him from you, Or when tending to his prayers. Some tea and toast gave grandma, Grandma sick in bed, Ma-Ma go see poor Grandma How frequently he said. Almost beyond endurance, Was the pain his voice expressed, As he struggled with vehemence, When lying on your breast. Me thinks I see him running Along the garden walks, With innocence and cuning Picking flowers from the stocks. With his tiny little breeches, Just reaching to his knees, As he gathered up the peaches Which lie beneath the trees. You miss him at the table, You miss him round the fire, You miss his little babble, When expressing his desire. You miss him round the workbench, Where he gathered up the blocks, You miss him in the garden Where he mischief done [?] the stocks. You miss him at your labors, “Papa what doin” he cries “You’re always making lounges,” He simply replies. I might sit here for hours And recount his doings o’er, But what, if memory’s powers, Were exerted for a year. I would not recall him to us. Ah no! The die is cast And though more trials press us. We’ll follow him at last. Til then let’s be contented With our lot as cast on earth, These trials are intended To produce a better birth. Though in the grave you’ve laid him Let not your heart regret, “There lies but the casket”, “The gem is sparkling yet”. In the resurrection morning, You shall meet your darling boy, When that day will be dawning, Which brings eternal joy. J.A.J.
Found on FamilySearch.org (contributed by peggyluvernrowell1 17 January 2017)