During the crossing of the sea the beautiful young Englishwoman with black hair and friendly brown eyes. made the acquaintance of a fellow passenger whom she would come to call “my little Irishman”. The short, red haired Irishman was Joseph Cornwall, traveling to Zion with his father Alexander. On one occasion when Charlotte and Joseph were talking Joseph remarked that she looked pale and weak. He asked her if she could eat an egg. The shipboard food did not agree with her up to that time and her health and constitution was suffering. “Why that would be a luxury.” Charlotte answered. Joseph took the egg he had brought and gave it to the ship’s cook to make a fine English rice pudding. It did the trick.
After the six week voyage the company of 500 Saints traveled for 2 weeks by rail and steamboat from New York to Florence (Winter Quarters), Nebraska. Charlotte did not travel with Joseph across the plains. She was assigned to another company. Years later Joseph said of her “She was as sweet and pretty a little girl as ever walked across the plains.”
At journeys end, no one was waiting for Charlotte in Salt Lake. Girls without family or friends were given temporary shelter in homes where they might work for their board. Charlotte was sent to live with a family in Grantsville. The land was without trees, meadows or gardens, just tiny crude homes with flat lands of gray greasewood stretching out to the shores of the Great Salt Lake. The desolation and raw land took it’s tole and illness threatened Charlotte's health. Charlotte returned to Salt Lake and found excellent employment with C.R. Savage, the pioneer photographer of Utah. Savage gave her $1.00 per week, kindness and understanding. With the first money she earned, Charlotte bought white china plates and saved for a linen tablecloth.
Joseph, in the mean time was searching for his own employment. He found a job a Murphy’s molasses mill in Mill Creek. Every day he walked from his sister’s house, where he and his father lived in the Salt Lake, to the mill, a distance of 6 miles. Eventually he and his father acquired a small adobe house with a thatched roof and dirt floor for his work on a farm in Mill Creek.
With Charlotte back in Salt Lake she found herself on the constant look-out for her “little Irishman” who had been in the company with whom she traveled from Liverpool to Florence. Finally she saw him among those attending a social in the old Bowery on Temple Square. Joseph bounded up to Charlotte, “Lottie, I’ve found you, and I’ll never be letting you go again.” They were married in the Endowment House 29 November 1862. Joseph, short, broad chested, with a determined jaw was 32; Charlotte, educated, cultured, refined, and strong willed was 22.
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| Joseph and Charlotte (probably taken by C.R. Savage) |




Thanks for the great post dad. What hardy faithful ancestors we have. Her leaving by herself on those docks and traveling along, with just a girlfriend to say good bye - wow. As I was reading things I imagined Joseph saying "Lottie, I’ve found you, and I’ll never be letting you go again.” in the most beautiful Irish brogue. Love that. Also nice to know that we have a little red hair in the DNA. Some people in this family will be excited to hear that.
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