My mother, Ena Agnes Richins was born in Colonia Diaz, Chihuahua, Mexico on January 3, 1906 and died December 1, 1992 in Las Cruces, Dona Ana, New Mexico. She was buried on December 5, 1992 in Lordsburg, Hidalgo, New Mexico.

Her father, Orson Oriel Richins was born in Heneferville, Summit, Utah on April 2, 1862 and died December 16, 1926 in Virden, Hidalgo, New Mexico. He was buried on December 17, 1926 in Virden, Hidalgo, New Mexico.

Her mother, Rachel Hennefer Richins was born in Henneferville, Summit, Utah on October 30, 1861 and died April 10, 1946 in Lordsburg, Hidalgo, New Mexico. She was buried April 12, 1946 Virden, Hidalgo, New Mexico.

Ena was born under the new and ever lasting of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. She was the ninth and youngest child of Orson O. and Rachel Hennefer Richins (6th daughter). Ena was named after a member of English royalty that the Hennefer family knew in England.

Her early childhood days were spent on the farm in Colonia Diaz, Mexico helping her mother with household chores and playing with her brothers and sisters.

By the beginning of 1912, Colonia Diaz had become truly an oasis in the Northern Chihuahua desert. Rumors of a revolution were heard from time to time, but no one took any stock in it. However, by early summer definite clashes of rebel factions against the federal government were reported to be true. Now the feeling of insecurity concerning this matter came home to the majority of the people. The story of the Mormon colony of Colonia Diaz is a twenty-eight-year chronicle of an Oasis in the Northern Chihuahua desert.

The first two years had been full of anticipation and apprehension. Challenged by long and primitive hardships, this faithful people never gave up. Since the suffering of the Saints driven from their Nauvoo homes to the Rocky Mountains, this was as trying a test as would be experienced by the Mormon saints anywhere.
Uncertainty was a wolf that hounded them always through their Mexican stay. In the first years, they never knew from one day to the next whether they would find land on which to put down roots or would be driven back to the polygamist persecutions. And now, after building fine homes, planting gardens and orchards, and becoming a delightful LDS community—indeed, flowering like a rose—it was over, though unbeknownst to them at the time.
Their leaders had decided that they, along with all the other colonists in Mexico, should leave their homes immediately for fear of their lives and return to the United States. Of course, they hoped it was not permanent. But only a few—a very few—ever glimpsed their homes again, since all but three homes were burned later during the revolution. This village that kept the faith became a ghost town when a cruel revolutionary colonel, named “Rojas” burned Colonia Diaz. Not much more than memories of the true and of the faithful remains.” (History of the Mormon Colonies in Mexico (The Juarez Stake) 1885-1980, compiled and written by Clarence F. Turley and Anna Tenney Turley.