When my baby was two months old, I was called back to Springerville by the death of my dear mother. I never went back to Tintic to live, as my father wished me to stay and keep house for my two brothers, Edmund and Sullie and an Indian girl named Kate Aldurah. Kate stayed for a few years then went to work for Bishop William Bringhurst, where she lived for two or three years, and later worked for Mrs. Lyman S. Wood. My brother, George, had gone back to Nevada before my mother died, but Edmund and Sullie lived with us most of the time, but sometimes they would go to Tintic and stay awhile with father.

Two years after my mother died, father died. Mother died on 13 January 1872, and father died on the 27th of March 1874. He took sick over in Tintic with the same disease that my mother died with—pneumonia. Doctor Wing doctored father, and Mrs. Wing, mother. Being in Tintic when my mother died, I did not get to see her before she died. And being in Springerville [Springville] when my father died, I did not get to see him until they brought him home dead. It was very sad for me not to have the privilege of doing one kind act for them in their last illness. They both sleep side by side in the Springerville [Springville] cemetery, down west a block from my place.

I Find George

Father was over to see us a short time before he took sick. My son, Adelbert, was born on the 12th of January 1874, and father seemed very proud of my baby. When he got ready to start back to his work in Tintic he said to me, “Lynette, I want you to be very careful of that baby boy.” He died when my baby was two months and fifteen days old. Then I was tied down, as father had insisted on my staying after mother’s death. Edmund was turned fourteen and Sullie twelve when Father died. George was still in Nevada and we did not hear from him for a long time after Father’s death and then only in a roundabout way. We heard that when he heard of Father’s and Mother’s death, he grew melancholy and despondent and rather demented, and that he was sent to Stockton, California, for safe keeping, as the state of Nevada had no place to keep people in such a condition. When I heard this, I began a correspondence with the Governor of Nevada and found that my poor brother was in such a condition, and off among strangers made me study what to do. After much correspondence back and forth, the Governor agreed to send him to Ogden if I would receive him there and give a receipt to show that the state of Nevada was cleared of all responsibility in his case. My husband went to Ogden, and received him. This was in the Spring of 1879.

My son, Wilson, was born 15 February 1876, Charles was born 3 September 1878, and Sullivan was born 20 August 1880, while we were living in Springerville.

My Younger Brothers Leave Me

On the 22nd of October 1878, my rothers, Edmund and Sullivan, started out to Arizona with a company of their friends where they took up land and started homes for themselves. Edmund married Sarah Louisa Adams in the St. George Temple, Sullivan married Irene Curtis in the same place. Later they all moved to Mexico.

My dear little Sullivan died of membraneous croup 14 November 1881, and my brother, George, died of paralysis 15 December 1881. He sleeps beside my angel mother and my dear little Sullie lies at my father’s feet. My two brothers in Mexico came back to see us and saw George while was living with us. My brothers came back to see us occasionally at the old home. One trip, Edmund came back and wanted to take two of my children back to Mexico with him. We let May and Adelbert go back with him. May stayed six months and Adelbert eighteen months.

May was married to Amos Hatfield the 4th of September 1899 in Springerville. It was our 21st wedding anniversary and also my husband’s birthday. My son, Charles, was born on the 3rd of September and his father said, “He might have waited one more day and given his father a birthday present.” We still lived in my father’s old house.