Shortly after her fifteenth birthday, Margaret was married to George Washington Sevy on August 29, 1868, in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. George was 36 years old at the time and she was his second wife (the first polygamous one). For a few years they lived in Panguitch where her first four children were born. The first three all died in infancy, and by the time her fourth child (George Francis) was born, she poured all her motherly love into caring for him, and as a result he was thoroughly spoiled. How he ever grew out of it is truly a mystery, as there were ten years of this spoiling before “Maggie” had another child.

Maggie was quite a favorite with everyone. She was full of life and fun and grace, and was a regular “cutup,” always ready to do her part in anything, and being the life of any party. She enjoyed telling a “gutsy” story and did not worry whether the listener was male or female. If she thought it was interesting, she told it. At times her language became “rich,” especially when she was angry or upset, or just plain full of nonsense. She saw no reason to “hold her tongue” just because others did not use the same expressions she did.

She was a hard worker, for besides her dairying, she kept an extremely neat and clean house, did all her own washing, ironing, mending, knitting, and sewing. She made socks for the whole family. People marveled at this small woman and how fast and hard she worked. Every afternoon she would pick up her knitting or mending and go visit a friend or dear one while she worked. This was, for her, recreation, and she became noted for these visits and loved deeply for them. Years after her death, her children were respected as the “son or daughter of Maggie Sevey!”

During the time the government was after the polygamists, the marshals were hunting George, along with several others. George and Maggie had to remain in hiding—going from one town to another, mostly by night, staying with friends. Those were hard times, for neither George nor Maggie could get out and work for fear of being found and put in jail.

All her adult life Maggie kept a dairy, milking the cows herself, since she was better at it than most men. In 1885, George moved to Mexico with his third wife, Martha Ann, and every summer Maggie went to her Panguitch Lake ranch and milked her large herd of cows. Then she made and sold butter and cheese. She had quite a number of cows her of her own that her father and brothers had given her. These cows her brothers cared for and branded with her own brand, rather than that of her husband. They feared that if they allowed George to brand them or to care for them, the animals would be considered his, and confiscated if and when he was ever apprehended. But Maggie didn’t let her brothers do her milking—that would be shirking, so she did all her milking herself.