Daughter of Jonathan Sumner and Susannah Lundy
Married Chauncy Warriner Porter, Dec 1833, Missouri
Cheerful, Unwavering Pioneer ~ Simply a stone? No, so much more. Here lies Amy P, her twins nearby.
Born 1815 in Ohio. The Sumner and Porter families were lifelong friends. The families moved to Illinois where both joined the Church that would influence their lives.
They moved to Missouri in late 1831. Forced from their homes they moved south. Amy Sumner married Chauncey Porter in 1833.
In 1835, Amy was alone with Alma, her first son. She rechecked the door to ensure it was secure. An Indian approached her cabin. She and Chauncey had prayed that morning for protection. The Indian broke down the door. Amy stood between him and Alma. He cursed and screamed “whiskey,” opened a cupboard, saw the vinegar and took a swig. He threw the jug at Amy, missing her. Lunging for her, she dodged him, then thought “Be not afraid: only believe” because of the prayers that morning. She had to get him to sleep. She led him toward the fireplace, and he stumbled into the corner. Amy stood all night protecting her son from him, a poker at the ready. Next morning, he woke, bowed to Amy and left.
Amy taught her family to sing, laugh, be happy and love the Gospel of Jesus Christ. They never saw her tears, she was cheerful, smiling and patient.
Early in the springtime of 1847 Amy called her family. They sang to her, and she gave each her blessing. Clinging to Chauncey and Alma’s hands, she closed her eyes in death.
She had five sons, three daughters. Four sons lie buried along the Pioneer Trail. Amy sleeps beside Joseph and Benjamin, and with more than six hundred others of the faithful at Winter Quarters, Nebraska.
“It seems the cold bitter weather will never stop. I am weary and worn. I have promised the Lord that I will give all that I have, even my own life, to build up the kingdom. I don’t know why that sacrifice would be required, but the Lord knows my heart, and all that I have is His… My health has deteriorated to where I cannot move an inch. My dear husband takes me in his arms and holds me until my bed is made nearly every day. But now he, too, is sick with the scurvy. Oh, how shall we ever go on?! My little children gather around me, but I feel at a loss to help them, for I cannot move myself in bed neither speak out loud. They surely must know of my love for them, and my hopes for their future. If I cannot make it to the land of Zion, I am confident that the Lord will answer this prayer of my heart… that my children will remain faithful, and that through them will come generations of righteousness.”
Amy Sumner Porter was 32 years old when she passed away at Winter’s Quarters, Omaha, Nebraska on April 6, 1847 buried with her twins.
Married Chauncy Warriner Porter, Dec 1833, Missouri
Cheerful, Unwavering Pioneer ~ Simply a stone? No, so much more. Here lies Amy P, her twins nearby.
Born 1815 in Ohio. The Sumner and Porter families were lifelong friends. The families moved to Illinois where both joined the Church that would influence their lives.
They moved to Missouri in late 1831. Forced from their homes they moved south. Amy Sumner married Chauncey Porter in 1833.
In 1835, Amy was alone with Alma, her first son. She rechecked the door to ensure it was secure. An Indian approached her cabin. She and Chauncey had prayed that morning for protection. The Indian broke down the door. Amy stood between him and Alma. He cursed and screamed “whiskey,” opened a cupboard, saw the vinegar and took a swig. He threw the jug at Amy, missing her. Lunging for her, she dodged him, then thought “Be not afraid: only believe” because of the prayers that morning. She had to get him to sleep. She led him toward the fireplace, and he stumbled into the corner. Amy stood all night protecting her son from him, a poker at the ready. Next morning, he woke, bowed to Amy and left.
Amy taught her family to sing, laugh, be happy and love the Gospel of Jesus Christ. They never saw her tears, she was cheerful, smiling and patient.
Early in the springtime of 1847 Amy called her family. They sang to her, and she gave each her blessing. Clinging to Chauncey and Alma’s hands, she closed her eyes in death.
She had five sons, three daughters. Four sons lie buried along the Pioneer Trail. Amy sleeps beside Joseph and Benjamin, and with more than six hundred others of the faithful at Winter Quarters, Nebraska.
“It seems the cold bitter weather will never stop. I am weary and worn. I have promised the Lord that I will give all that I have, even my own life, to build up the kingdom. I don’t know why that sacrifice would be required, but the Lord knows my heart, and all that I have is His… My health has deteriorated to where I cannot move an inch. My dear husband takes me in his arms and holds me until my bed is made nearly every day. But now he, too, is sick with the scurvy. Oh, how shall we ever go on?! My little children gather around me, but I feel at a loss to help them, for I cannot move myself in bed neither speak out loud. They surely must know of my love for them, and my hopes for their future. If I cannot make it to the land of Zion, I am confident that the Lord will answer this prayer of my heart… that my children will remain faithful, and that through them will come generations of righteousness.”
Amy Sumner Porter was 32 years old when she passed away at Winter’s Quarters, Omaha, Nebraska on April 6, 1847 buried with her twins.
Daughter of Jonathan Sumner and Susannah Lundy
Married Chauncy Warriner Porter, Dec 1833, Missouri
Cheerful, Unwavering Pioneer ~ Simply a stone? No, so much more. Here lies Amy P, her twins nearby.
Born 1815 in Ohio. The Sumner and Porter families were lifelong friends. The families moved to Illinois where both joined the Church that would influence their lives.
They moved to Missouri in late 1831. Forced from their homes they moved south. Amy Sumner married Chauncey Porter in 1833.
In 1835, Amy was alone with Alma, her first son. She rechecked the door to ensure it was secure. An Indian approached her cabin. She and Chauncey had prayed that morning for protection. The Indian broke down the door. Amy stood between him and Alma. He cursed and screamed “whiskey,” opened a cupboard, saw the vinegar and took a swig. He threw the jug at Amy, missing her. Lunging for her, she dodged him, then thought “Be not afraid: only believe” because of the prayers that morning. She had to get him to sleep. She led him toward the fireplace, and he stumbled into the corner. Amy stood all night protecting her son from him, a poker at the ready. Next morning, he woke, bowed to Amy and left.
Amy taught her family to sing, laugh, be happy and love the Gospel of Jesus Christ. They never saw her tears, she was cheerful, smiling and patient.
Early in the springtime of 1847 Amy called her family. They sang to her, and she gave each her blessing. Clinging to Chauncey and Alma’s hands, she closed her eyes in death.
She had five sons, three daughters. Four sons lie buried along the Pioneer Trail. Amy sleeps beside Joseph and Benjamin, and with more than six hundred others of the faithful at Winter Quarters, Nebraska.
“It seems the cold bitter weather will never stop. I am weary and worn. I have promised the Lord that I will give all that I have, even my own life, to build up the kingdom. I don’t know why that sacrifice would be required, but the Lord knows my heart, and all that I have is His… My health has deteriorated to where I cannot move an inch. My dear husband takes me in his arms and holds me until my bed is made nearly every day. But now he, too, is sick with the scurvy. Oh, how shall we ever go on?! My little children gather around me, but I feel at a loss to help them, for I cannot move myself in bed neither speak out loud. They surely must know of my love for them, and my hopes for their future. If I cannot make it to the land of Zion, I am confident that the Lord will answer this prayer of my heart… that my children will remain faithful, and that through them will come generations of righteousness.”
Amy Sumner Porter was 32 years old when she passed away at Winter’s Quarters, Omaha, Nebraska on April 6, 1847 buried with her twins.
Married Chauncy Warriner Porter, Dec 1833, Missouri
Cheerful, Unwavering Pioneer ~ Simply a stone? No, so much more. Here lies Amy P, her twins nearby.
Born 1815 in Ohio. The Sumner and Porter families were lifelong friends. The families moved to Illinois where both joined the Church that would influence their lives.
They moved to Missouri in late 1831. Forced from their homes they moved south. Amy Sumner married Chauncey Porter in 1833.
In 1835, Amy was alone with Alma, her first son. She rechecked the door to ensure it was secure. An Indian approached her cabin. She and Chauncey had prayed that morning for protection. The Indian broke down the door. Amy stood between him and Alma. He cursed and screamed “whiskey,” opened a cupboard, saw the vinegar and took a swig. He threw the jug at Amy, missing her. Lunging for her, she dodged him, then thought “Be not afraid: only believe” because of the prayers that morning. She had to get him to sleep. She led him toward the fireplace, and he stumbled into the corner. Amy stood all night protecting her son from him, a poker at the ready. Next morning, he woke, bowed to Amy and left.
Amy taught her family to sing, laugh, be happy and love the Gospel of Jesus Christ. They never saw her tears, she was cheerful, smiling and patient.
Early in the springtime of 1847 Amy called her family. They sang to her, and she gave each her blessing. Clinging to Chauncey and Alma’s hands, she closed her eyes in death.
She had five sons, three daughters. Four sons lie buried along the Pioneer Trail. Amy sleeps beside Joseph and Benjamin, and with more than six hundred others of the faithful at Winter Quarters, Nebraska.
“It seems the cold bitter weather will never stop. I am weary and worn. I have promised the Lord that I will give all that I have, even my own life, to build up the kingdom. I don’t know why that sacrifice would be required, but the Lord knows my heart, and all that I have is His… My health has deteriorated to where I cannot move an inch. My dear husband takes me in his arms and holds me until my bed is made nearly every day. But now he, too, is sick with the scurvy. Oh, how shall we ever go on?! My little children gather around me, but I feel at a loss to help them, for I cannot move myself in bed neither speak out loud. They surely must know of my love for them, and my hopes for their future. If I cannot make it to the land of Zion, I am confident that the Lord will answer this prayer of my heart… that my children will remain faithful, and that through them will come generations of righteousness.”
Amy Sumner Porter was 32 years old when she passed away at Winter’s Quarters, Omaha, Nebraska on April 6, 1847 buried with her twins.
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age 32 yrs., 1 mo., 14 days, died of scurvy
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