My son Charles married his cousin Mary Louisa Richardson, from Mexico, in December 1903. She was my brother Edmond’s eldest daughter. They lived with me for some time, then went back to Mexico to live, as her father offered big inducements to them to come there to live. In 1905 my son Charles came up to visit us and persuaded myself and his brother Wilson to back with him, as my health was very poor. I look back on that visit with great pride, for had I not made it then, I most likely would never have seen all of my brothers families. I love to think of them and while many lonesome hours away, thinking of them and their environments, and other friends I met there. Some old acquaintances I had not seen for many, many long years. I had a lovely time, considering the state of my health. My son, brothers, and all did everything they could to make our visit a success. I was there in Diaz and Juarez some months.

After returning I had a long painful illness with rheumatism, which left me rather crippled. But I feel to thank the Lord that I am no worse off than I am. I can write and read, and wait on myself mostly now and that is better than when I could do nothing, not even feed myself. Oh, what a burden I was at that time! My family have been very good to me in my affliction, also some of my friends, and I truly appreciate their kindness. We find out who our friends are at such times.

My youngest daughter, Emma, married Truman O. Hutchings in 1900.

My little granddaughter, Nettie Hatfield, lived with me seven years after my poor John died. She was a great help and comfort to me. She is living with her mother now. There is only three of us left at home, my husband, my son Wilson and myself.

Wilson has been like a daughter to me, in my afflictions, anticipating every wish, and striving in every way to help me regain my health, for which I am more than grateful to him. His health has not been good for some time and I truly pray the Lord to restore him to health and strength which I feel sure he will in due time. About all I can do no is to keep the old home together, for when mother is gone the home soon goes to rack, as a rule. Many dear friends are passing away and I often wonder why I am spared. It may be for some wise purpose. I don’t know.

I have been through the Temple in Salt Lake City, and had many promises and blessings bestowed upon me, all predicated on my faithfulness, and I hope that I will always prove faithful to the vows and covenants I have made. The Lord being my helper, I will. My desire now is to go to the Temple and work for my dead relatives and friends who have gone before. That is my greatest ambition at present.

I suffer a great deal now, but try not to complain, for the others do all they can for me.

[Aunt Emma wrote this history in 1908. She died on June 7, 1921 at Springville, Utah. — Editor.]