---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Kenner, S. A.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 12
number: 12
published: 1909-10
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'S. A. Kenner, "Joseph C. Rich—In Memoriam," *Improvement Era* 12, no. 12 (October 1909): 960–962.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera12012unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera12012unse
start_page: 960
end_page: 962
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1909-10)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera12012unse
  publication_year: 1909
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1909, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Joseph C. Rich—In Memoriam

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JOSEPH C. RICH— IN MEMORIAM.
                            BY S. A. KENNER.



        In speaking of one who has "shuffled off the mortal coil" and
joined the "innumerable caravan" in the great beyond, it is cus-
tomary to begin with a statement of the time, place and cause of
the death, following this with the principal circumstances leading
up to and attending dissolution, then following with a statement
of the birth, life and characteristics of the departed. If this were
a more perfunctory article than it is, if it were written for a news-
paper, or for hire, or for any other reason than a desire to say
something of a departed friend in a manner that would (perhaps
will)   be most acceptable to him, the more orthodox      if   not more
acceptable style might be followed here.
        Joseph C. Rich was a young man and I was getting along
that way when first we met, this being in Salt Lake City.         Natur-
ally the occurrence was a good many years      ago, before his char-
acteristics had fully developed or   mine were suspected, but despite
the difference in years and otherwise,      we soon became well ac
quainted.    Some portions of our respective families had known each
other back in the "States," even before the expulsion from Nauvoo.
It is a belief founded on     unimpeachable hearsay that       his father
first   brought the gospel to the household which subsequently con-
tained among other questionable effects the writer      of these lines
who, after coming to Utah        in the early sixties, also became ac-

quainted with the said father. He was one of the pillars of his
Church against whom I never heard a man, woman or child say an
unkind or unpleasant word. He was not a notoriety seeker, found
his     (apparently)   most pronounced enjoyment   in   the    society of

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JOSEPH C. RICH— IN UEM0R1AM.                      961


family and friends and the doing of those things which church and
domestic responsibilities required at his hands.       He was always
doing, find him where you would, and never seemed to be weary,
or out of patience, or in want of relaxation, or disposed to com-
plain about anybody or anything.      He always had so much to do
that was useful, beneficial, worthy of emulation, that he had little if
any time to waste upon such groveling pursuits as making money.
It is questionable if he knew how much of that article he had in

his    possession or at his disposal, or cared about it in the least.
His religious duties, public and private, were bis     first   considera-
tion; other things had to follow.    Without assuming to be a judge
in such matters, I should say he was     about as correct a Christian
as was ever read of outside of the New Testament. So much for the
father, Apostle Charles C. Rich.    What of the mother of the subject
of this sketch?   Would that justice could be done her by such in-
elastic, unemotional and inadequate means as cold type!   Sharing
in the     hardships and turmoils poured out so me rcilessly and un-
stintedly upon her chosen people, emigrating to   Utah at a time
and under circumstances which made it a long, continuous night-
mare, settling at last in a refuge where peace was so seasoned
with poverty, and tranquility so spiced with toil, that it must have
been questionable at times whether the goods were worth the price
or not, this saintly and sainted woman never permitted any thought
of faltering in the line of duty, or turning aside   from the straight
and narrow path which leads to the glorified life, to enter her
mind.   She died as full of honors as her husband had; volume s
could not make the story any fairer.
     Such was the parentage of Joseph C. Rich, and it was clearly
a physical impossibility that he could be a bad man; that he
                                                             could,

in     fact, be heart other than gentle, honest and loyal.
                  at                                          No
matter that he did not at all times impress others with his inner

characteristics; that to them, and  more particularly to those who
 did    not know him well, he seemed to be more of a humorist than
                                                     enjoyed too
 one given to serious thoughts; that he apparently
                                   Fair    give earnest attention
 much the entertainments of Vanity      to

 to the sacred estate which crowns the
                                        hill of tribulation.    And
 surely he did enjoy the enjoyable things of life.   He had  a fund
                                              person     out of a spell
 of jocularities to draw on, and could pull a

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962                               IMPROVEMENT ERA.

of chronic "blue devils" better than a minstrel show could.                          But
beneath     it     all    his   heart ever beat true to the cause in which he
was born and to whose upholding he was pledged.                          He never was
known to         place relatives or friends at a disadvantage because of
eccentricities           or   otherwise, and   when   in his judgment it       became
his duty to say or do anything helpful to or defensive of his faith
                                           —
and those who bore it with him such times being by no means
infrequent    —
            the word or the deed was never wanting. There was
enough that was earnest and serious in his nature to enable him
to occupy creditably that triple station in life which may not be
gained by accident or fortuitous circumstances                 — a maker, an ex-
pounder, and an interpreter of laws.              Incidentally he spoke to the
people through the   medium of the press and from the political
forum, in both gaining marked attention and carrying conviction
to his readers and hearers of his personal sincerity and                     honesty,
as well as his belief in the worthiness of his cause, whether they
followed in the way he led or not.               On the trail, at the campfire,
in   the   hills    or on the plains, wherever found he was the life and
spirit of any gathering of            which he was a part, and those who
ever met him in any such capacity have not forgotten him and
will not until they forget all else.             Above and beyond          it all   were
the facts that he was God-fearing, neighbor-loving, fearlessly just
and genuinely charitable, and there was not a scintilla of hypocrisy
in his entire fibre.            Mourned not only by two worthy families— his
father's and        his own     — his untimely taking   off   in   his    very prime,
lamented by a host of friends, leaving behind him not one enemy,
may we not indulge              the hope that, like his people who blazed the
trail to Zion for the rest of us
                              to follow, he has but gone before
and awaits us with that warm, welcoming hand that never was
extended without the heart going with it.
Salt Lake City, Utah.
