Dominic, one of my grandson’s, came home from Young Men’s
one evening in Francis, Utah and told his mother and I a very strange
story indeed. Fortunate enough to be staying the night, I was able to
listen in on the good juice.
Nic walked into the house looking puzzled, and
asked his mother if what his teacher had told him was true about a pioneer man named, Brooks. Becca looked as confused as Nic. I didn’t remember a pioneer
with that name either, so no help was coming from my side of the fence.
“Our teacher told us a weird story tonight about a giant
rock and a man who martyred the Prophet Joseph Smith. He was buried over one
hundred years ago in the Peoa Cemetery,” he told her. “A few years ago a boy
scout wanted to do an Eagle Project and didn’t know what to do. Someone in his
ward gave him the idea of putting a grave marker on the grave of Brooks, who had been laid to rest in an unmarked grave near a tree. It seems
that one night a giant rock rolled down the steep hill near the cemetery and
came to rest directly of top of the grave of Mr. Brooks. The rock was left
where it rolled.
“The scout thought it was a worthwhile project and took care
of getting a plaque made that would mark Mr. Brook’s grave. When the plaque was
ready, the boy talked a local farmer into moving the stone from the grave. The
plaque would be placed on the grave when the boy could arrange it. However, the
next morning the residents of Peoa, along with the boy and farmer, got a BIG surprise.
Someone or something had rolled the stone back on top of the grave during the
night. The giant rock was left where it had been rolled, and the plague that
marked the grave of Mr. Brooks was attached to the top of the rock. Supposedly,
it’s still there. So is it true?” Nic asked us. “Because it’s a really cool
story.”
Neither Becca nor I had the answer to that one. Both of us
loved the story though, as it was right up our alley. We love the
paranormal…anything that goes bump in the night is irresistible and interesting,
especially a giant rock that might have been rolled back on a martyr’s grave by
an angel of God. Who else would have done it? The stone had left those involved
with a silent but strong message. “Leave the stone alone! It’s right where God
wants it.” Obviously Nic, and the rest of the boys the teacher talked to that
night, ate it up.
Each of us went to bed that night marveling a bit over the
story. Was it exaggerated? Did the grave and the giant rock with the plaque
really exist?
The next morning we dropped Becca’s children off at their
schools and drove to the local gasoline station to buy our morning diet cokes
and bag of goodies. “Becca?” I asked. “Where is Peoa from here?”
Becca gave me the kind of look that told me she was one
hundred percent on board. “I don’t think it’s far…you drive past Oakley and
keep going until you run into Peoa.” She pointed north, or at least, that’s
what it looked like to me.
“Why not go see if the grave and the rock are in the cemetery
in Peoa?” I asked her. “We have the time. If the story is true…the rock will
still be there.”
“How will we find the rock?” she asked.
“It’ll be the biggest one.” I really didn’t know if that was
a correct assumption. When you shoot from the hip, your best guess is all you’ve
got sometimes.
Off we went, two women in a suburban on a mission to find
the truth. We kind of reminded me of Sherlock Holmes and Doc Watson, only more
feminine. The famous investigator and his sidekick never took children on a
case. We had Becca’s two little girls with us, watching Daffy Duck and Bugs
Bunny cartoons in the back seat of her car. Becca let me drive. She was our designated
scout and official direction giver.
We followed the road and within several minutes were driving
into Peoa. If we had blinked, we would have missed it. An antique red brick
schoolhouse to the left of the road confirmed we were in the right place; the
Peoa name built into the framework of the historical building so many years ago
still hung above the old door. We
slowed down but kept driving. The Peoa Cemetery wasn’t much further down the
road to our left.
The pioneer graveyard was larger than I imagined. I pictured
maybe twenty graves, but there many many more, and it was still in use. Modern
gravestones dotted the ground, intermixed with the old. It was surrounded on
three sides by hills—two sides steeper than the side on the north. Interesting
place! Where was the giant rock? I drove through an open gate. “Keep your eyes
open,” I told Becca. Snow and ice covered most of the graves. The road was icy
dirt, wet and muddy from melting snow. And then I saw it…a giant rock loomed in
the distance to my right. “That’s it!”
“Mom! Oh my gosh!”
Becca used my cell phone and took several pictures.
Nic’s story was true!
Did an angel move the rock? Who knows. Your guess is as good as mine.
Did an angel move the rock? Who knows. Your guess is as good as mine.
Click here for more about Mr. Brooks. http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=36526063.
Here is a link if you would like to know more about The Fate and the Persecutors of Joseph Smith: Transmutations of An American Myth by Richard C. Poulsen (an assistant professor of English at Brigham Young University).
Here is a link if you are interested in the book, "The Fate of the Persecutors of The Prophet Joseph Smith," by N. B. Lundwall (Editor), John A. Widtsoe
What a story!!! You never hear the other side of things. Thanks for sharing.
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ReplyDeleteIf you go to the above link there is more information on Mr. Brooks, and his life was very sad indeed! Just copy and paste the address into your browser window and click enter.
I don't think that Brooks had a first name, did he? Or, at least none on record. Hence, why it only says Brooks on his grave stone.
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ReplyDeleteI'm the one who furnished the Brooks memorial on Findagrave. Please visit it for further research conclusions. If my research is correct a possible mistake has occurred. Hundreds may had witness last bullet and not been actual participant... Probably not a 13 to 14 year old... My research is continuing...
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