did not prove profitable for Moroni, so it was not long before he was living over in Magna.
        Later Moroni had a desire to move back to Charleston so I turned to him my equity in the Robert Daybell home and farm to settle with him for my indebtedness to him. Father paid off the mortgage to the Bank of Utah.
        Moroni did not live to move back to Charleston, but his family moved and lived on the farm until the Deer Creek Reservoir dam was built and Mabel received $10,000 for the property.
        Brother Fred lived in Charleston until his death. The family sold the farm and moved to Arizona. Brother Fred suffered much during the last years of his life.
        When he could no longer take care of his registered hereford cattle and I drove them up the road from his home, I was told it caused him to weep as he sat by the window and watched them leave. That was a sad day for me also. No more would we try to iron out our troubles together. No more to build fences and gather and drive cattle together. As I write this, I do it while tears run down my cheeks.
        I am always glad to see the children of Moroni and Fred and hear them call me Uncle Hyrum. I love them.
        After Moroni, Fred, and I divided up our interests and split up the lands, it was impossible to get such a good set up for registered cattle again without going far away. We prospered as long as we hung together, until the depression which lasted from 1920 to 1925, and which was very severe on livestock men and especially the breeders of registered cattle.
        If Moroni, Fred and I, and our families had continued to work unitedly together, we could have gone through the depression easier together, because the work would have been divided up more and we could have taken care of the business better. I do not advocate that people should stay in a business they do not like, but I am convinced that there is no better place than the farm for children because the parents can have closer companionship with the children on the farm that they can in most any other business.
        When the children are old enough, and go to college, it is nice then for them to try to figure out the business they like best and where they can lead the most useful life.
        The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints strongly advocates people being able to work together, and as I understand, that is one of the reasons that the Church Welfare plan has been established, so people will learn to work together and some time we will be prepared for greater things.
        It was in the years 1918 and 1919 that the dreaded disease called flu invaded our beautiful valley and took from us many of our friends and loved ones.
        Within a few months, Sarah's sisters, Eliza Hair, Grace, and her brother Joseph, were all taken by death, as were several cousins and other relatives.
        At that time we owned one of the few automobiles that were in the town. It was a 4 cylinder Buick and Sarah had learned to drive it. It was not an uncommon thing seeing that car going from home to home to learn what medicine the sick were in need of and Sarah would soon be on her way to Heber. Often Aunt Julia Widdson or Agnes Winterton would be with her.
        Brother Moroni's and Fred's families were struck by the flu in the fall of 1918 and much of their work fell to my lot to take care of, especially the gathering of the cattle that came off the range.
        It was in the latter part of the year 1918 when Harold, Van and Willie Whiting returned home from school at B.Y.U. in Provo that the flu struck. (At that time, the Whiting family were among our closest friends and Willie Whiting and Harold were close buddies and loved to be together. We heard of Willie's death but were unable to go to the funeral.)
        As soon as we learned that Harold and Van had the flu, we followed the doctor's instructions the best we could to try and give them the best care possible.
        In a few days, the rest of the children, one by one, were all put to bed and Sarah and I stayed with them night and day without any rest or sleep. Some of the children began to show improvement, but Ralph Deloy and Clair took pneumonia. By that time, neighbors and friends came into our home to help us. I especially mention Frank and Carrie Webster, Stacy Wright and Blanche Van Wagoner. Oh. What a blessing they were to us.
        When Sarah came down with the flu she had the best of care. She was so badly affected that she could hardly be aroused to take her medicine.
        Those days were among the most trying days of my life and how thankful I was that I could go to my Heavenly Father for comfort and divine guidance.
        I was so thankful that although I had been going almost steadily, night and day, for a full week or more, I still had no desire for sleep, and did not seem to tire. I just kept going from one room to another, giving what help I could.
        Never before did I ever see my wife Sarah in a condition when she did not show anxiety for her family when they were sick or in trouble in anyway.
        Little Deloy and Clair were very sick with pneumonia but when we offered them whiskey as the doctor had directed, they refused to take it. We did not insist that they take the whiskey if they had the faith they would get along better without it.
        Time went on and the boys improved, yet it was weeks before one of Deloy's lungs seemed to start to clear up, but his mother continued to use olive oil and rub his chest and get him to practice breathing exercises, etc.
        As for myself, I have always felt that I was especially blessed. One night I could tell I had a rising temperature.

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