The following spring we moved to Colonia Dublan but were only privileged to live there about two months when we had to come out of Mexico with many of the Saints down in those Colonies. At this time we had four children and little Gay whom we left buried in Chuichupa.

On July 29, 1912, President Junius Romney counseled the people of the Juarez Stake to leave Mexico because of trouble with the Mexican revolutionaries. So the women, children and older men left Dublan by train for El Paso, Texas. George was selected by the presidency to accompany us and look after the saints. We were all placed in boxcars like cattle. Some had a little roll of bedding, some had a trunk full of clothes, and some with nothing at all. All the saints were taken to the lumberyard in El Paso and were fed by the U.S. Government for about three weeks -- all camping together. The men were run out of Mexico a few days later by the Mexican bandits. (About 25 years later we were paid a small fraction of the value of our Mexican properties by the Mexican government.)

We went to Tucson, Arizona, along with quite a number of the Mexico people, to clear land and farm for Tucson Farms Co. Ben Johnson was fatally injured there while pulling stumps at Jaynes, Arizona. It was here, at Jaynes, that our little Minerva was born.

From there we moved to Tanque Verde, Arizona, a ranch belonging to a Mr. Sam Barkley. There were some old Mexican houses on the ranch and we lived in one of those and a couple of tents, while my sister and her husband, John and May Evans, lived in another about a quarter of a mile away. After a year on this ranch we moved to Mesa in the early spring of 1914, the year World War I began.

We settled in Gilbert district, but here was no ward there, so we went to the Mesa 2nd ward until the spring of 1920, when a ward was organized in Gilbert. I was set apart as first counselor in the YLMIA. A year later I was made president. I was released in 1923. George was ward clerk. Four of our children, Charles Junius, Minnie Eileen, Margaret, and Phyllis, were born here in Gilbert, Arizona.

By now, the older children were "young folks." We all enjoyed our new ward. Times were hard and we worked and struggled for a livelihood. In the spring of 1922, George went to Los Angeles to work. Millard went during the summer and Maude went over in the fall. Francis stayed and looked after the family and home. The next May we all moved over there. I contracted hay fever and asthma and we moved to nearby Wilmar for my health.

Ruth was born while we lived there but it was still very bad -- my asthma -- so we went to Bowie, Arizona, then to Salt Lake City, where we lived for ten years. Since then, we have moved about quite a bit seeking for a place where we could enjoy living in not too poor health, and still make ends meet. First back to Los Angeles for about four years, then to Clifton, Arizona, and now when our journey is nearing its end, we have our little home in Mesa, Arizona. The children come to see us as often as they can, but we wish it were oftener, much oftener. We are so grateful for them all and very proud they are ours. The grandchildren come, too, and they are indeed grand children.

Mother and Daddy spent the last ten years of their lives in their lovely little home in Mesa, where they were so very happy and surrounded by hundreds of very dear friends and relatives. Their years together were very full years -- rich with joys and sorrows. In 1950, the whole family gathered together for their 50th wedding anniversary and it was the happiest day of all their lives. Daddy passed away on January 21, 1954, and was honored with a lovely funeral service and a cortege of friends so long that people wondered what great person had passed away to deserve so many mourning friends. Mother followed quickly on February 16, 1954, and was laid to rest beside the dear one who had walked beside her for so many years.