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*Lilly Florence Darnall

*Lilly Florence Darnall

Female 1873 - 1916

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  • Born  29 Jul 1873  Princeton, Caldwell, Kentucky, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender  Female 
    Died  29 Apr 1916  Alpine, Utah, Utah, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Buried  Alpine, Utah, Utah, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Person ID  I2  Lilly Florence Darnall
    Last Modified  16 Apr 2012 

    Father  *Martin Van Buren Darnall,   b. 11 Nov 1836, Friendship, Caldwell, Kentucky, USA Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 5 Apr 1919 
    Mother  *Susan Catherine Nichols,   b. 20 Mar 1852, , Rutherford, Tennessee, USA Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 17 Nov 1914, Alpine, Utah, Utah, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Married  4 May 1869  Caldwell, Kentucky, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID  F1  Group Sheet

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    • Patriarchal Blessing given to Lilly Florence Darnall Vance, daughter of Martin Van Buren Darnall and Susan Nichols, born in Dawson, Ky on July 29th, 1843.
      Sister Lilly Florence Darnall Vance - In the name of Jesus Christ, and by virtue of my office, I lay my hands upon thy head and pronounce and seal upon thee a blessing which is Patriarchal as the Lord shall direct. For thou art of the royal seed of Ephraim, highly intelligent, loving and devoted to thy work. Thy love is enduring as eternity, and the Lord will give thee power to bind the hearts of thy children to thee. Thy mind will be as the opening rose, under the sunlight of Heaven, ever expanding until thou shalt reach to an infinite fullness of truth. By thy own choice, thou hast taken a body through a holy parentage to continue thy family line which will never cease, for in all thy generations thou shalt have heirs of the Holy Priesthood, and thy children will rise up on the earth and revere thy memory. The prayers of thy ancestors, in the world of spirits are heard for thee and thy family name will be established forever. To thy seed there will be no end. Thou art remembered by the angels who speak thy name in prayer for thou art one of the elect and will be called up and chosen because of thy righteousness. The holy spirit will spread before thy vision, the eternity of God and thou shalt see His wondrous worlds and thy soul be satisfied for soon a day of vision will come and Zion be purged and purified. Thou shalt stand in thy lot with the mighty mothers of Zion and see the face of thy Savior and thy fingers adorn the sacred temple of Jackson Co., Missouri, and Immortal hands will be placed upon thy head, and thy inheritance set apart to thee for time and eternity. Thy light will not grow dim, and when the nations fall thy house shall stand and thy children have bread in the day of famine. And thou shalt be a Queen and a Priestess to the most High forever, and I seal thee up unto eternal life to come forth in the morning of the first resurrection in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen

      A note from Lilly Florence Darnall Vance on Dec 1, 1912 to her dear Husband James with a gift of a watch.
      Dearest James
      Of bright and happy moments'
      This little watch has ticked off.
      But let us hope it may
      In the same old fashioned way
      Tick off many, many Happy hours for you
      LILLY FLORENCE DARNALL was born the 29th of July 1873 in Princeton, Caldwell County, Kentucky. She was the daughter of Martin Van Buren Darnall and Susan Catherine Nicholas.
      The Mormon elders found the Darnall family and they were always made welcome. The first elders were the Shipp brother and later elder James Wesley Vance and others.
      The first time father came to their home mother was out milking the cow and she was barefooted. She rushed in the back door and made herself presentable before meeting the elders. During the year 1889 she was baptized into the Church along with her parents and sisters, and following year, immigrated with her parents to Utah settling in Ogden.
      She took a course in obstetrics under Dr. Ellis R. Shipp in Salt Lake, and lived with the Shipp family for three or 4 months and then later moved into Wilford Woodruff's home. After graduation she practiced nursing for two years.
      It was while father- James W Vance, was in the mission field the friendship for mother budded and later blossomed in to full bloom. They were married in the Logan Temple February 22, 1893.
      She was a very brilliant woman, though gentle and unassuming in manner, she had a strength of character that made her firm and self-reliant in her convictions. Generous and full of charity she lived above the petty envying and jealousies of today and was quick to recognize the good in others and slow to condemn the evil, irrespective of the individual. Sweet words of praise and appreciation for the praiseworthy efforts of others fell readily from her lips. These wonderful qualities brought her many friends.
      She had a very affectionate nature. Father was more reserved in this respect. She showed her affection in our presence many a time, for our benefit also. I can just see her stand at the west window watching father with his chores and hear her say, "What a good man, I do love him so much."
      Even though father was in the Bishopric all their married life and a Bishop for sixteen years, I never heard her complain because of him being gone so much.
      We had no modern conveniences and much of the time had to carry water from the top ditch.
      She was a wonderful cook and made the most delicious banana cream pies and mouth-watering cakes. She possessed that Southern hospitality and had more than her share of company, especially during the summer. All had a vacation but mother. No matter how hard, she always deemed it an honor and privilege to feed the general authorities when they came to Alpine.
      The last and only time they held quarterly conference at Alpine, mother fed over 30 people. The ward members were supposed to take three or four people for dinner. All that were invited came over to the Bishop's home. Mother sent me out to the back of the house to get more potatoes and there was a sister crying and wringing her hands. I ran to tell mother. She went out to see what the matter was and said, "Sister Webb, what is wrong?" Sister Webb answered, "Oh sister Vance what in the world are you going to do? the house is full and they still keep coming?" Mother reassured her they would all be fed. It reminded me of the story of the five fish and the multitude.
      Mother was talented at giving readings and they kept her busy. One day while rehearsing out in the barn, our little bull calf came up in back of her and gave her a whopping good butting. Mother said she would never give the animals another reading.
      When her first child Darnall was born, she was left paralyzed from her hips down and for six months had to do her work with her knee on a chair pushing it from place to place.
      She had a midwife with all her babies except the last - Paul. The midwife at that time was paid about $10.00 and then a girl was hired to help take care of the house and family. She was paid about $5.00 per week.
      Mother always said she wanted a large family. She had fifteen miscarriages. Two different times she hemorrhaged so much they gave her up for dead. She had gone stiff and her eyes were set. But through the power of the Priesthood she recovered from these ordeals.
      Not having the proper care, (although the midwives did their best, which was far from enough) mother underwent two major operations in order to try to have more children. When Van was nine years old she became pregnant. She went to the Doctor and he gave her no encouragement whatsoever and refused to take her case. She went to the third Doctor (Dr. Worlton , a young physician, who said he thought he could help her through if she would do just as he told her. The second month of her pregnancy they had discovered she had cancer of the breast. She was put to bed. The doctor said she would have to make her choice. If she was operated on she would lose the baby and if she wasn't she would very likely lose her own life. Without hesitation she told them she would not consider an operation until after her baby was born. Mother had to remain in bed seven months out of the ten. For Paul was a ten month baby. She didn't take her head off the pillow for three months. Her diet consisted mostly of dried fruits. Mother was put upstairs in the south room so as to avoid some of the commotion of our family living.
      It was June 17 1915 when that precious 'bit of heaven' made his appearance. Mother had a very difficult time as he was an instrument baby. Our old mare came up under mother's window and had her colt the same night Paul was born. Mother said misery liked company.
      Darnall was on a mission at this time. He was studying about the apostle Paul and thought him such a wonderful character. He deemed him a man of great wisdom, faith and strength. He wrote home and asked that the baby be named after this Apostle.
      How happy we would have been if it hadn't been for the dark shadow that hung heavy over us. It was six weeks after the baby was born that Mother was operated on. She seemed to know from the very first that it would not prove successful enough to save her life, but she wanted as much time as possible to give her child a good start. She was brave indeed during the whole ordeal and planned as much as she could for her baby and family. Many times she would have Dad call us around her bedside so she could talk to us and give us counsel that would guide us after she was gone.
      One day she called us all to her bedside and asked what we thought about giving the baby to three ladies who wanted him so badly. How happy she was when we chorused that we couldn't think of letting our baby go. She was overjoyed at our decision and said, 'Now I can go in peace." She took full charge of the baby until it finally became impossible for he to do so. How she suffered! She was totally bedfast the last month and a half before her passing.
      One of the hardest trials mother had to endure was when our second brother John Wesley, was drowned in a pond. He and Darnall with some friends had gone skating, when a place in the ice broke just large enough to let Johnnie through. The pond was a half a mile from home. MOTHER somehow got the word that a child had been drowned, but not until she reached the pond did she know it was our Johnnie. Dad had to be called from the tithing office as he was down there settling tithing. To relate the agony of that awful scene is unnecessary, for each of us can visualized those hours of tremendous grief.
      Mother had light brown curly hair, blue eyes and was tall and slender. She carried herself proud and erect. She departed from this life on April 19, 1916 after months of extreme suffering.
      May we her children always honor and revere her sweet memory and may we live worthy to hold our heads high and feel great joy when we meet her again. ( by daughters Lilly & Marva.)

      History of Lilly Florence Darnall as told by here sister Elise
      Lilly was the second daughter of Susan and Martin Van Buren Darnall. Her family always felt she had been rightly named as she possessed a combination of beauty and graciousness combined with ta stately bearing.
      She attended the local schools but from remarks dropped by my parents she was not too enthused at first and wasn't anxious to excel as was her older sister. I remember my father telling of an experience she had with her first teacher. She felt she had occasion to resent something he had done and failed to answer when he spoke to her, so he started toward her with a hickory stick.] and bet he would switch some of the "Mule" out of her, but with all the scorn and indignation of her six years, she looked him straight in the eyes and allowed there was a "wurrser mule" in him. She wasn't switched and soon adjusted beautifully.
      She and her four sisters and one adopted sister had a Negro Mammy to take care of them, which was not at all unusual in the South. they really loved her and often spoke of her patience and loyalty. From the things I have been told one would gather she had a very happy girlhood.
      In 1889 the family joined the Church and came to Utah the following year. They settled in Ogden, but sister Lilly went to Salt Lake to attend a nursing school. While there she lived at the home of President Wilford Woodruff whom she admired and loved.
      On February 1892 she was married in the Logan Temple to James Wesley Vance, a returned missionary that had frequently been at her home in Kentucky. She was young and really didn't want to settle down so soon but her parents approved and felt she would be getting a good husband. She never regretted the choice, and though her life wasn't an easy one she was as contented and happy with her marital state as any one I know.
      The mother of seven children five sons and two daughters. After her second son, John Wesley was drowned while skating, she and brother James took me into their home. It was just the sort of home I needed badly. I've felt it was a privilege and I'll always love and respect them. We worked hard but had so much fun too.
      As a daughter and daughter-in-law she was so good and true--on friendly terms with everyone.
      I've seen my brother-in-law come back home from Sunday School to tell her there would be perhaps a half dozen people extra for dinner. Iā??ve seen her go out and kill two chickens, put up the stove in the front room, make a cake and have the table set and then meet the guests when they arrived with the graciousness of a queen--though she might have a daub of flour on her nose. How she did it I'll never know. All I could do was marvel when I saw it done.
      Her health was never very good after her first child was born, but being a mother was of the greatest importance to her. There were eight years between her last two children. and when she knew she was going to have her last one, she deliberately and voluntarily faced death rather than have an operation and lose her child.
      The doctors told her it would be too late to save her life if she waited. Her suffering was almost beyond endurance the last year, but she was always thinking of others. It wasn't a month before she passed on that she got out of bed, dressed and asked me to go with her to see Sister Martha Strong who had lost her little girl. She felt she might give a word of comfort. It still seems incredible that having gone without food for so long she could walk that far and talk so comfortingly.
      She died April 29, 1916 and after these many years she is still an inspiration to those left behind. She loved truly and was truly loved in return