Thomas Coslet Thomas

Thomas Coslet Thomas was born in 1841 in Llwynmadog, Llanddausant, Carmarthenshire, Wales to John Thomas and Mary Coslet Thomas. John was the son of Thomas Thomas and Hannah Rowland. Mary was the daughter of Samuel Coslet and Ann Rees. Thomas Coslet married Alis (Alice) Powell Rowland on Oct. 3, 1870. Because he came after the railroad, he is not considered a pioneer.

Thomas and his family joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (Mormons) and immigrated to Utah, but Alis died in the Salt Lake Valley only four months after she and Thomas Coslet were married. Thomas Coslet later met Elizabeth Phillips and married her on the 19th of August 1872 in the Salt Lake LDS Temple and was sealed to his parents the same day. Elizabeth was the daughter of John Phillips and Sophia Thomas.

Thomas Coslet was a poet, author, weaver, and salt miner. He operated a salt plant in Salt Lake County which later became the Morton Salt Company. Five generations of his descendants have worked at the Salt Company, and one of his great-great-grandsons is the current CEO and Chairman.
Thomas and Elizabeth had 7 children, four of whom were stillborn and three of whom lived to adulthood: Coslet Thomas b. 1881, John Thomas b. 1876, and Sophie "Effie" Thomas (Davies) b. 1878. Thomas Coslet's wife died in 1893 at the age of 54, and Thomas died the 16 Jan. 1908 in Provo, Utah at age 67.

Tribute to Wales

Solo: “THE BREAK OF DAY”

Wales, Wales, where first we found sunshine

In narrow vales and hilly shelves

Endowed with heavy dew.

We toiled to pay for our abode

Before our shoulders got so broad,

And by and by we found a road

Where our endearings grow

That claimed our hearts, we know not why,

Until long days had wings to fly,

While our fate was guarded by

The Red, White and Blue.

Wales, Wales, where once we felt oppressed

As we knew not that we were blessed

Of all the human race

Where wealth abounds to meet the sky

Without a partial case.

We own a fame from ancient times

So little known in other climes,

Because our language and our rhymes

So fair, have changed a face.

Who say our states are gone but few

Ignore that Red, White and Blue

Are born by kindred arms.

Old Walia “Cradle of the the Whites”

Is still abounding of delights

That win the heart, that leads to rights;

Converted into charms.

Though we are welcomed in the West

And feel that we are greatly blessed

We still regard the Crown and Crest

Adorn our native farms.

Peace, Peace, as healing breeze

And civil freedom's fair release

Be strewn in Walia's ways.

All powers who guard the host from need

And also from aggressive greed

May never see the sun recede

Beyond their own surveys.

Old lonely Walia, wake to find

The truths which graced the humane mind,

In ages past and be inclined

To share of wisdoms rays.

T.C. Thomas (Glaslwyn) (Blue Bush)

Image of Carmarthenshire, Wales, where Thomas was born and raised (found online).

The focal point of the area is Kidwelly Castle, built from 1200 to 1476 A.D.