year Mother came to America.
        I copy the following from the story of Brother Will and his wife, Lucy. I especially like the way they speak an describe the characteristics of my mother. "She was a beautiful girl with long black wavy hair and dark brown eyes. She was talented and loved too entertain her friends, even as a girl in England, accompanied by her sisters Mary Ann, Elizabeth, Jane, Ann Winterton and other friends in Nottingham, by singing beautiful songs or Christmas Carols. She was lively and full of fun and we can imagine how her beautiful voice would ring out in the clear evening air. She was very devoted to her religion and was anxious that her children would do right. She had a way of chastening her children with kindness. When she spoke they knew they must obey her. When she was going to have company, she would tell the children she expected them to be good." The following words I add, especially at the meal table we were told it was not polite for children to enter into conversation when the older people were talking unless they were asked. She reminded us that we should always be thankful to our Heavenly Father for the blessings we received, and when we had finished our meals, but before leaving the table we remembered to say, "Thank the Lord for my good dinner," or "supper," or whatever the meal might be. She taught us our evening prayers as we knelt around her chair or sometimes at our bedside. Then she would see that we were tucked snugly into bed. Often, if I had a bad cold, I would ask Mother if I could sleep at the foot of Mother and Father’s bed. To me, that was a wonderful privilege. I think it was my best remedy for a cold, sore throat, or any other ailment which I liked to have occasionally. I could then expect special attention. In the winter time, I liked to have an excuse to stay home from school when Mother could pay special attention to me. I liked to wipe the dishes, sweep the floor, dust the furniture and chairs and place them in order. I could always feel that I was pleasing Mother because she would tell me what a good job I had done. I liked to help Mother card wool for quilt blocks, or to hold the skeins of yarn so Mother could roll the yarn into balls, ready to knit into stockings or some other useful and warm wearing apparel. I don’t remember if Mother ever whipped one of her children. How proud I was to sing in Sunday School the first song that I remember my mother taught me. I was so small that I was stood upon the pulpit so the audience could see me. It is one of the highlights in my memory so I will here record the song:

        Yes, my brother Will was just that, a jovial farmer, a good one, who loved his work. Out early in the morning, his work was the most important thing on his mind, except his home and family. No place for him in the crowded town.
        I wish here to record here a song I learned as Mother taught it to sister Sarah and Eliza:

CHILDHOOD DAYS

        Though Father and Mother were unable to go to Sunday School, we could expect them to go to Sacrament Meeting if Mother felt able to go. If there, I always listened that I might hear my mother’s voice, a beautiful alto.
        At this time, I wish to mention the popularity of my mother and Aunt Ann Winterton after they arrived in Charleston. Father said, "They were sent for from far and near to sing at different parties and gatherings of the people of Wasatch County." He said he had hooked up his team many times to take them to Heber to sing. Sometimes someone else would furnish the conveyance.
        I remember that Sister Sophia Noakes was my first Sunday School Teacher. She taught my class our A.B.C.’s. My father and mother loved Sis-