My brother presented me with a rare gift and a lucky find for my birthday. While nosing through an estate sale, he saw a volume of the collected laws of Utah, circa 1876.
You know, back when they would all fit in one volume.
If you’ve read this blog with any kind of regularity, you know I love books, so this was a welcome addition to my collection.
When I opened it up, the names listed among the “authorities” in the territory at the time was a who’s who of frontier Utah.
Among the first things listed were the “Laws of Congress Applicable to Utah.”
An old book, a compilation of the laws of Utah. How much better does it get?
When we turned to the page that listed the compilers, I found a name I knew, but had not expected.
Robert T. Burton is my ancestor, sheriff of Salt Lake (you can find his picture hanging in the Salt Lake County Sheriff’s office to this day), a member of the Presiding Bishopric of the LDS Church, a rescuer of the Martin Handcart Company, and, like many in his day, a polygamist. With his three wives, he fathered 27 children.
I proudly count myself, along with H. David Burton, among his progeny.
Not too shabby, eh?
The price to my unsuspecting brother? Just $9. Not a bad price to own a piece of history.