While writing the experiences of our parents, I have had occasion to think and reflect over scenes and experiences of the past which have come to my attention and memory.
        For much of the past I wish to give thanks to my Heavenly Father. I thank him for the inspiration and influence of his holy spirit which let our parents to this good land of America and to our favorite home in Wasatch County. Without that influence and guidance our parents could not have so ably fulfilled their earthly mission.
        I am thankful for the restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ. That our parents were among those remembered among the seed of Israel to be gathered and that many of them or their children have become our neighbors, and friends and many of them our life companions in helping to carry on the good work so nobly begun. It is obvious I cannot longer speak of our accomplishments as lie work of one family. We could not accomplish alone our great mission here on earth. Yes, even at this time when one-half of the children of the first generation are still with us to give words of comfort and encouragement we have joined hands and hearts through marriage with 135 members of other good families who have been willing and anxious to do what they could to help us, and through their help the direct descendants of William Winterton now living numbers 440 or more and according to best information all are adherent to the faith of our parents and those who are old enough are baptized members of the church. I know of no greater tribute that we could pay to our parents than to show by our example that we believe in them. With that faith and assurance I am led to exclaim: "0h! what shall he harvest be?" Then I remember a parable of Jesus, when he said, I quote Matt. 13-33.
        "The kingdom of heaven is like unto leaven, which a woman took, and hid in three measures of meal, till the whole was leavened."
        It seems to me the leaven that Jesus spoke of is working. Missionaries are working at home and abroad helping to gather the seed. Even of our number I can count 60 or more who have been out into the world with that same gospel message, calling people to repentance, and bearing testimony of the restoration of the true gospel of Jesus Christ.
        Besides the work abroad I am thankful that members of our family group are counted with the good workers in the wards and stakes in Zion. The effects of good training is apparent as we find them as good parents, lovers of home and family, honest laborers, lovers of country.
        You will find among our number, lovers of the soil, good farmers; those who love dairy and beef cattle. You can find good carpenters and builders, mechanics and machinists.
        You will find those who try to please their employer and to learn to love their work.
        May I close my story with the song from our old Sunday School song book entitled "Sowing":

        We are sowing daily sowing.
        Countless seeds of good and ill.
        Scattered on the level low land.
        Cast upon the windy hill;
        Seeds that sink in rich brown furrows.
        Soft with heavens gracious rain.
        Seeds that rest upon the surface,
        Of the dry unyielding plain.

        Seeds that fall amid the stillness
        Of the lonely mountain glen:
        Seeds cast out in crowded places,
        Trodden under foot of men.
        Seeds, by idle hearts forgotten
        Fling at random on the air:
        Seeds by faithful hearts remembered,
        Sown in tears and love, and prayer.

        Seeds that lie unchanged, unquickened,
        Lifeless on the teeming mould.
        Seeds that live, and grow and flourish
        When the sowers hand is cold:
        By a whisper sow we blessings,
        By a breath we scatter strife,
        In our words, and looks and actions
        Lie the seeds of death and life.

        Thou who knowest all our weakness,
        Leave us not to sow along:
        Bid Thine angels guard the furrows
        Where the precious grain is sown.
        Till the fields are crowned with glory,
        Filled with mellow, ripened ears;
        Filled with fruit of life eternal
        From the seed we sowed in tears.

        The story of the pioneers of Wasatch County would not be complete if it did not include the names of John and Wm. Winterton who entered the valley of Great Salt Lake in October of 1863, each boy driving three yoke of oxen hooked to heavy loads of freight which were being moved to California.
        It was quite a different experience for the boys than they had ever known before. Especially was it hard for William who was the younger, and previous to his leaving home had been almost constantly at his mothers side working in a knitting factory. John was 19 years of age. Wm. was but 17. Wm Winterton was born in Cariton, Nottinghamshire, England, May 6, 1846, the son of William H. and Sarah Harriott Winterton.
        Both John and William became members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, August 16, 1854. Their parents became baptized members of the Church in the year 1850. Wm often spoke of the long tedious hours he spent in the knitting factory in order to do the required amount of work, and having started to work at his mother's side, in the factory at 6 years of age was good reason for him never having had the privilege of going to school.
        The following is interesting showing the crude conveniences on sailing vessels in early days. William said, "I celebrated my 17th birthday on board the ship "John J. Boyd." I ate the hard tack but couldn't eat the raw salt bacon. Made a birthday cake, put it in the fire oven, but the rocking of the ship tipped it out in the ashes. The cooks rolled it up again, ashes and all and put it back in the oven. We had only two small ovens about four or five feet square, with which to do the baking for all the passengers on board the ship. Nearly every time we tried to cook anything the cooks would say, "No room" so we became discouraged and lived for a month on uncooked food.
        We experienced rough storms upon the sea and saw people on deck almost drowned with the high waves going over the ship. We landed at Castle Gardens, N.Y. May 20, 1863. The husband and the two oldest sons all leaving at the same time must have been a sad experience for the mother and she hung onto the two boys until they had to break loose from her arms as the ship was ready to set sail for America.
        That experience they could never forget but they had to look into the future with faith and undaunted will.
        Their experience in leaving home, the tiresome ocean journey, the trip across the plains and other trying experiences I undoubtedly did much to help prepare the boys for a future usefulness.
        Their future was ahead of them. They had made their choice and they must not falter. The barren wastes must be broken up and water must be poured out upon the land before it could be transformed into fields of hay and grain, fruits, vegetables and flowers that ancient prophecy might be fulfilled. But as yet they had only been able to dream and plan for the future and try to learn what they might do.


        On account of the Civil War we had to go around through Canada and we traveled for hundreds of miles thru forests of timber. Sometimes we were on crowded boats, sometimes in railroad box cars where there was hardly standing room, but they finally arrived at Florence, Nebraska. At Florence, Neb. we waited about one month for men and teams to arrive from Utah.
        During that time of waiting, John and I went out to work, hoeing corn for our board, and we were glad to do it because we were nearly starved.
        At Florence, Neb. the immigrant company was organized for the westward journey with John R. Murdock as captain of the company and Abram Hatch as first assistant. We traveled with this train to the Black Hills on the Sweet Water. At that point we overtook Captain Creighton's train of wagons which was held up because some of the drivers had left them and Captain Creighton came to our Captain for help. He was freighting for Wells Fargo & Co. at that time. He promised to pay us $20.00 per month and give us our board.


        It was there I had my first experience with oxen. Just imagine a green city chap trying to keep track of three yoke of oxen. I marked the leaders with one big mark on the outside; two narks on the outside of the second team; three marks on the outside of the wheelers or third team; and believe me I made the marks so they could be seen with dope off the wagon wheel. We traveled slowly and arrived in Salt Lake City about four weeks behind the company we started with.
        That experience driving oxen really tested the boys ability to adapt themselves to new surroundings and conditions.
        Failing to obtain employment after their arrival at Salt Lake City, they drifted on to Provo. There they struggled on for two years. It was in the fall of 1865 that the boys landed in Wasatch County at the Isaac Decker ranch. (This farm that was later owned by the Alien Bros.)
        They worked the first winter for their board. Their job was to feed cattle and sheep, milk cows and snake wood from Cedar hill and cut enough each day to keep five fires burning. Mr. Decker had four wives and each must have fire in their own room. Also the boys had a room for themselves. It seems that was their most pleasant and enjoyable job since their arrival in Utah. They loved to work with cattle and sheep.


        William said, "I worked about four months of the winter for my board. In the spring we made a bargain to work one year for $200.00 and take our pay in land so I received 20 acres of land.
        In the spring of 1866 when the Indians were causing the people of Utah so much trouble, it being the time of the Blackhawk war, the people of the valley were instructed to move into the designated forts. The people of Midway moving close together about midway between the upper and lower settlements. The rest of the people of the valley and Wallsburg were instructed to move to Heber. Isaac Decker moved his families consisting of four wives and children to Heber. He moved his cattle and sheep also and Wm herded them on the foothills north of Heber, but they had been there only about one week when people complained about the Decker cattle and sheep taking so much of the nearby feed.
        To keep down trouble John and Wm Winterton were instructed to move all the Decker livestock, except the milk cows, back to the Decker ranch. William was to remain with the livestock at the ranch and take care of them. John was to return to Heber to take care of the milk cows and other chores. Wm was proven trustworthy even at that time of danger, for he lived alone most all that summer and the cattle and sheep were not neglected.
        From the book entitled "Under Wasatch Skies" on page 80 which comes under the story of Wallsburg we read "The Indian War of 1866 forced the people to move together, but when the danger proved less than anticipated the Wallsburg settlers moved back to their homes in the fall of the same year. "
        The same thing happened to the few families still owning property in Charleston, such as the Isaac Decker and Noakes families and Wm Bagley. Of others living there at that time I have no record.
        Very few people, if any, could tell more than my father Wm Winterton, about the early days of Charleston, but it was at home by the fireside where he talked most freely. He had a good memory and many important events that transpired he loved to tell about to his family, but he was one of those quiet unassuming kind of men who cared but little to be heard in public.
        He was very loyal to his friends, if he thought they were in the right and was not afraid to stand for what he thought was right even against bitter opposition. During the lifetime of John and Win Winterton they were very near and dear to each other. They worked and overcame many difficulties together. They lived near to each other all their lives. They each raised large families.


        Father said, "That after the Indian troubles seemed to be more settled, and the hay was ready to cut, Isaac Decker came down with one of his wives and Brother John and there we had our first experience mowing hay with a scythe. After cutting with a scythe for two or three weeks, it was then Wm Bagley brought a mowing machine and cut the rest of the hay. The machine was owned by Charles Decker and Faramourz Little and as I remember it was the first mowing machine in Charleston. I worked for Mr. Decker about 1 1/2 years but never received one dollar in cash. As Mr. Decker would not mow the hay on our 20 acres as he had agreed to do we had to cut it with a scythe. In the fall we had a nice little stack of hay, then we received sheep from Mr. Decker for the balance he owed us. We fed the hay to our sheep. That was our first chance to get some sheep of our own.
        No doubt that my father was glad when the Indian troubles were settled. During those past lonesome years he had not forgotten his mother who stood weeping the last time he saw her. That incident weighed heavily upon his mind during all his life. 0h, how he would love to see her again. If she should write to him, how would he get her letter?
        In the spring of 1867 William continued to herd sheep as he then had some of his own and he and John C. Parcell together took other sheep to herd, they mostly belonging to James Bean and John Turner of Provo.
        Because the mail carrier, James Herbert was the stepson of John C. Parcell he would stop each time he came along for his dinner and to feed and rest his horse. He made about two trips each week. One day as Wm and John C. Parcell were discussing their mail problems with the mail carrier James Herbert, he said to them, "If you men will select a name for a post office to be established at this place I will send in the name to be approved and can deliver your mail to you." Father has often related the story to his family. He said, "We mentioned several names, but decided Charleston was the name we liked best. The name thus selected was soon approved. That was in the year 1867. The post office was established at the N. C. Murdock ranch and he was the first post master. He had then just recently moved his family from Salt Lake City. The old post office was just below the main road and almost straight west of where Harry Watson’s home was later built. N.C. Murdock later established his store business and the post office up the valley about one mile to about the center of Charleston. The Chatwin homestead of 160 acres was surveyed and measured off in blocks with wide streets. It became the Charleston first townsite and upon that property most all public buildings were afterwards established. When the spring of 1868 had finally rolled around it was five years since they had left their native land. Wm was then 21 years of age. From the information father has left us, I find the following information recorded. "After leaving Salt Lake City in October 1863, he went to Provo. "
        He worked one month for Moses Cluff for $5.00. His work was to haul wood out of Rock Canyon with a yoke of oxen hitched to a two wheel cart. After that and until spring he worked for James Stratton for his board.
        His work was to feed a little flax mill that was run by a water wheel to grind flax to make rope. When the water froze up the mill stopped and he had to pound the flax by hand. After the flax was broken up sufficiently he turned the wheel by hand for the spinning of the rope. The rope was traded for flour, potatoes, carrots or any kind of food that they might have something to keep from starving. Prospects for the next year appeared brighter. He had better food and a verbal contract to receive $100.00 and his board for one years work. At the end of the year Mr. Higher explained that green backs had dropped to 33 cents on the dollar in value. Hence he was entitled to $33.00 for the years work.
        Of the condition of his clothing he spoke as follows. "My clothes had been patched so many times that I didn't know the masterpiece."
        It seems that wherever he went and asked for work he was offered his board, but he needed a little more money with which to buy some clothing.
        The autumn of 1865 he found his brother John at the Isaac Decker ranch in Wasatch Co. It was in the lower end of the valley and west of Provo River. It was the farm later owned by Alien Bros. of Charleston.
        He was glad to find his brother John and when Mr. Decker offered to give him his board also if he would help through the winter he was ready to accept the offer.
        After spending more than one year at the Isaac Decker ranch the boys thought it was time to start out to work for themselves and they built for themselves a dugout in the side of the mountain at the mouth of Decker Canyon. It was there they lived two winters.
        The spring of 1868 came and prospects looked brighter for the future. Father said, "I went with Wm and Chas Bagley to work on the railroad. At about where Evanston now is we met a lot of men waiting for tools so they could start to work. Among the number I knew was Wm M. Giles, Sam FacAffee, John Baird, Henry Fraughton and George W. Brown. His son Isaac only then a boy and wife and Emma Brown arrived later to help cook at the camp. I worked in Echo Conyon all summer and until the job was completed in that Canyon. I worked for $3.00 per day and paid $1.00 per day for my board.
        I then went to Salt Lake City and purchased a horse and saddle for $80.00. I also purchased another small pony and an old wagon. I ten had a small team and I started to haul wood and coal to Salt Lake City to sell."
        In the spring of 1869 the boys were given permission to move into the dirt roof house owned by Mr. Walker of Salt Lake City on the property later owned by John Powers. They were given permission to farm the bench land, but had only just commenced the farm work, when Pres. Hatch made a visit to the Charleston Ward on Sunday. It was then he asked the two brothers to work on the road in Provo Canyon and he wanted no excuse. The boys became acquainted with Abram Hatch on the pioneer trail in 1863. They liked him and would not refuse to comply with his request even though they might fail in planting their grain. They worked, without pay except certificate for stock in that road for several weeks.
        When they later drove through the canyon they paid toll the same as others.
        In the fall of 1869 Wm Winterton's life was changed and made more brighter by the arrival of his sister Ann Winterton and her close friend Nellie Niddison, two girls 20 years of age.
        Father had formerly known Nellie as a little girl 14 years of age, but it was later when the two girls became such intimate and strong friends. The could be seen together in church and in the Nottingham Branch choir. They together, obtained work in the Nottingham lace factory. There they earned money to pay their immigration fares to Utah.
        The arrival into the valley of that sweet and loveable girl did so much to make the future life of Wm Winterton happy and successful and the name of Winterton popular that it well deserves a prominent place in this story and the history of Charleston.
        The knowledge of the arrival of these young people in Salt Lake City was when Wm received a letter from his sister Ann. It stated that she and her brother Thomas were at their fathers home at the toll gate in Parley's Canyon and would he be able to come and get them?
        Sure he would go. He wanted to see them. He wanted to hear about his mother and the rest of the family. He was glad to receive the letter. Glad they had arrived and he enjoyed the trip to Salt Lake City more than any other trip he had ever before made. He had been over the road many times, and yet all the time he was worried. Why was he worried? I will tell you. I have heard the story many times. He had no decent place to take a sister just fresh from the city where she had previously had a comfortable home. He had no home of his own. The two brothers, Wm and John had been given permission to move into the dirt roof house owned by the Walkers of Salt Lake City, but afterwards purchased by John Powers. The house had no floor in it except the natural earth. The cooked outside on a camp fire.
        Aunt Ann may have been a little shrewd in handling her brother Wm. He had arrived at the fathers home in Parley's Canyon. They had had a good visit together, and would soon be leaving on the return trip to Charleston, a long day drive with a wagon.
        But there was something else that grieved Ann. She didn't want to leave Nellie Widdison. "Wm", said Ann, "will you do me one more favor?" Then she continued, "Nellie Widdison came with me from England. She is now in the city at her sisters home. We have been together so long, I don't feel that I can leave her now, will you go and get her?"


        What could he say and what should he do? He had known Nellie in England as a little girl. She is now a grown up young woman, twenty years of age, cultured and refined. Yet I think they only had to see each other again to feel at home in each others presence. Yes, those two needed each other more than anything else in the world. Through William's solicitous invitation Nellie was soon ready to go with him. They arrived at Charleston about 8 o'clock in the evening, but before retiring for the night, Wm, John and Geo. W. Noakes built a bedstead out of Quaken Asp poles so they would not have to sleep upon the damp floor. The girls returned to Salt Lake City to attend the general conference of the church, but after conference were willing to return to Charleston and when Wm proposed marriage to Nellie she readily accepted his offer.
        Until their marriage February 21, 1870, Nellie lived with Wm and Hannah Bagley and helped to do the housework, and those two women made for Wm the first suit of clothes he had been proud of since he left England. That suit of clothes he wore when they went to Salt Lake City to be married. The arrival of those two girls, Ann and Nellie, into Provo Valley, as it was then called, was soon publicized. They were wonderful singers. They loved to entertain, and they were sought after from miles around, to sing to the crowds who gathered together to be entertained. It was a pleasure for Wm to hitch up his team and take the girls to such gatherings.


        Again I quote.
        "After our marriage we went to live in Mr. Eldredges house with two other families. We lived there about one month, but we became dissatisfied and Nellie refused to live there longer.
        John Pollard and Emanuel Richmond helped me to build a dirt roof shed, between Pollards and Finity Daybells home. It was about where Grand Pa Prices house now stands. We lived there the first summer. During this time Pollard, Bancroft, Emanuel Richmond and I became partners in homesteading the Richmond homestead and were the first to use the waters of Daniels Creek.
        During the summer Pollard and I hauled logs out of Boomer, a fork of Daniels Canyon and built us each a one room house.
        My little log room was built about where Frank Websters barn stands. Later it was moved on what is well known as the Baker Lots (Jed Casper lots). It faced the east and had a small window in the west and a little home-made door. I hired a man by the name of Dave Love to make by hand, with a drawing knife, enough shingles to cover the roof. That was the first shingled roof house in Charleston."
        Wm Winterton's next move was to purchase the homestead right of John Jordan. It was upon that last acquired property he finally established a permanent home. And to that land he transferred the water rights which previously he had acquired in Daniels Creek. The main branch of Daniels Creek run directly through Wm Winterton's homestead. The new home was built near the bank of the creek and just west of the main road then traveled over between Charleston and Heber. It was along this same road that a worm pole fence had earlier been built. It extended from Charleston to Heber. South of that fence cattle and horses roamed at will all summer long. It was in that same area of prairie land where Will and Hyrum or Hyrum and Ralph Winterton for many years herded the Winterton sheep in numbers, about 250 to 200 head. I remember I started out to herd with my older brother at about 6 years of age.
        During the hot summer months the sheep were sent to the high summer range where the feed was more plentiful.
        Someone else, not members of the family generally, did the herding of the sheep. However, sometimes we boys even went to the mountains to herd sheep. When the upper Charleston canal built Wm Winterton was one of the main promoters and did much work helping to build the canal. Edward Buys and others then living in the new settlement of Buysville did much work also that they might through exchange acquire the right to the use of the water of Daniel Creek. The canal was surveyed by Geo. Noakes Sr. by the use of a gun barrel. The level or grade desired, was determined by the use of water which was poured into the gun barrel.
        The location of the Winterton farm and home became well known and year by year more and more land was cleared of sage brush and became more and more productive. He raised good clean wheat and oats, and his granary soon became head quarters for good seed grain. But little grain was sold except for seed to plant, because of the demand. The hay was fed to the sheep and cattle on the ranch and from those sources came the easier earned money.
        Wm Winterton was the largest grain farmer in the neighborhood and the first to bring into the community a grain reaper. It was a mowing machine, but for cutting grain they put on a reel attachment similar to those reels on all grain binders to pull the grain onto the table. Then it had a dropper behind the cutter bar. The dropper was worked by the foot of the man riding the machine so he could drop the grain whenever enough had accumulated for a bundle. About three good men could bind the grain with straw bands and throw it out of the way so the machine could make the next round.
        It was much easier than cutting grain the old way with a hand cradle. That reaper was used on our farm until Enoch Richins drove into our field the first self binder machine I ever saw. It was the year 1882 when the dreaded disease, diptheria, invaded our peaceful valley and struck the death blow in many homes. Our family of 6 children were among the first to contract the disease. Our parents knew not what to do. Father went to others for advice and to Provo to get a doctor that might understand the disease and give instructions. Father brought home a lady doctor but she could not stay long. My father worked night and day and did not take off his clothes to sleep for several weeks. He worked continuously swabbing out throats with verdegrease and doing other things to control the disease. Besides he had the cooking to do. The children must be fed. During those trying times brother Moroni was born and mother was not allowed to go into the room where the sick children were and expose the new born babe. My brother John six years of age could not be saved. I was 4 years of age but I well remember.
        Brother Jos S. Murdock of Heber went to our home. He saw that father needed help and someone to wash our clothes. He went to the home of his daughter-in-law Louise Bagley Murdock, the wife of Calvin Murdock. She had three children, but he said to her, " If you will help that family, and do their clothes washing, I promise you in the name of the Lord your children will never contract the disease." She listened and obeyed. She did much to help us in the hour of need. Her children remained healthy and strong while others who were afraid to give help or go near our home were compelled to make the greater sacrifice through the loss of their children.
        After our family was past danger, father went from home to home, helping others and giving advice wherever he thought he was needed. After entering the homes of the sick he regularly changed his clothes and washed them. He reentered his own home and the homes of others with clothes washed and aired to avoid carrying the disease germ from one home to another.
        Those were trying times; times to try the peoples faith, sympathy and love.
        Those were the kind of times when people knew best who were their friends.
        Wm and Ellen had many friends whom they loved and they again were happy. They lived so they were entitled to the love and respect of their children. Especially in that respect was Ellen a wonderful mother. Brother Will and his wife Lucy Baker wrote the following:
        "She was a beautiful girl with long black wavy hair and dark brown eyes. She was talented and loved to entertain her friends. Even as a girl in England accompanied by her sisters and other friends they would serenade their friends 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. Then she spoke to them 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 are mine: 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 spoken to.
        She reminded us that we should always be thankful to our Heavenly Father for the blessings we received, and when we had finished our meal, but before leaving the table we remembered to say., "Thank the Lord for my good dinner."
        She taught us our evening prayer as we knelt around her chair or sometimes at our bedside. How wonderful it is to have a mother with such influence that you love to be with her and to help her.
        Often, if I had a bad cold I would ask mother if I could sleep at the foot of father's and her bed. To me that was a wonderful privilege. I think it was my best remedy for a cold or sore throat or other ailments which I liked to have occasionally, in the winter time I liked to have an excuse to stay at home from school when mother could pay special attention to me. I liked to wipe the dishes, sweep the floor, dust the furniture and place the chairs in order. I felt that I was pleasing her because she would tell me what a good job I had done.
        I loved to listen as my mother and older sisters worked and talked together. The time had come when they were going out to parties and dances. They wanted their mother's council and advice because they did not question her wisdom and advice in what they should do. I don't remember if ever mother whipped one of her children. She did not believe in trying to control her children that way.
        During the fall and winter of 1888 and 1889 father and Uncle Will Widdison built for us a new room to be used as a living room with an upstairs room to be used as a bedroom for the boys. It was joined onto the kitchen of the old house. Mother was proud of the added new rooms and they made her very happy. How comfortable would her home soon be. But, said she "Why not have a dinner and a dance before moving much furniture into the new room. The upstairs room can be fixed up first for the boys." "You know William," she said, "February 21, will be our 19th wedding anniversary. I would like to invite to our home our neighbors and friends and give them a dinner on that day."
        Her suggestions pleased father very much. He was always glad to see her happy. If she would be more happy she must be the one to entertain. Mother prepared a grand dinner and the home was crowded for the dance at night. Edward Buys was there with his violin, Wm Edward, the son, with his guitar, Wm Bancroft with his dulcimore. It was a wonderful day of pleasure and mirth, but I feel that mother was very tired. For years she had been afflicted with a large throat goiter which greatly effected her breathing and strength. Father said, "Nellie worked too hard, had overdone her strength, and never seemed to feel the same again." Yet she was happy. She wanted an organ so there could be more music and singing in the home. Her nephew, Fred Brewster then living with us could play the organ. Father arranged with Taylor Bros. of Provo to deliver the organ. March 8th was a beautiful sunshiny day. The snow was nearly all gone. Mother seemed especially interested that day. She went with father out around the yards among the sheep and cattle. Yes, life seemed more beautiful than ever. She now had a comfortable home. But alas; after she had done all she could for our comfort and happiness, she was not permitted to remain with us longer and enjoy with us the blessings of life with her husband and family, but she had left us with a memory of a dear mother, and had set for us an example by which we might follow if we loved the Lord and our fellow man.


        The organ which mother desired to have in the home was delivered about one week after mother passed away. It was delivered in the evening near chore time and the salesman sat at the organ and began to play. I think that was the first time I had ever heard the sound of an organ. How thrilled I was at the sound of that music. It was wonderful how much sunshine seemed to come into our home by the boys and girls that flocked to our home and the long evenings would be spent in singing, reciting, or playing games, etc. Fred Brewster could play cords to harmonize with most any song and he loved to do it. Father, though not taking much part was always an interested listener. He liked the young people to visit us. They were not boisterous.
        For three years, my father, with the help of our two older sisters, managed well the affairs of the home and family. Sarah Ellen was 18 years of age, Elisa Ann was 16 years of age, Wm H.was 14 years of age, Hyrum was 10 years of age, Ralph was 8 years of age, Moroni was 4 years of age, T. Fred was 2 years of age, Malissa was 7 months old.
        Wm Winterton's courtship and second marriage in the year 1892 a wonderful step mother came into our home. No one could ever have a better and kinder step-mother that we had. It came about as I will here explain. During the dark days of pologamy practice, there came to our valley a Mr. John W. Price, traveling under the assumed name of John Jones. He with one wife and family was seeking a place of refuge where he could evade the United States marshalls. He went to father's home and told his story. Father succeeded in securing the old Eli Gordon home for them to live in. The house was about one-half mile from our home. A strong friendship grew up between those two men and their families. In the course of time Brother Price moved back to his own home in Mill Creek, and our family always had a place to stay whenever in Salt Lake Valley.
        One day Brother Price said to father, "William," said he, "I would like you to meet a young woman. She is a good girl 28 years of age. She has a good mother, brothers and sisters. The mother would like the children to marry but the father is strongly opposed to their marrying at the present time. The father would not allow you to their home, but I think I can persuade the girl to steal away and come over to my place to meet you. Her mother will help me in making such arrangements
        Accordingly arrangements were made and the two met each other without the knowledge of father Steadman. Father promised to make a special trip for the purpose of taking the girl to Charleston. She could them see the home and meet all the family.
        She could then make up her mind whether or not she wanted to make such a venture as marriage and assume the responsibility and care of a large family. So Aunt Jane as we loved to call her, visited us in our home. We liked her and were as good as we could be while she visited with us. Would that all children could be as good as we were those few days. Sister Sarah and Eliza agreed to help her all they could.
        Those two girls were loyal and did not forget the promises they had made, and they avoided marriage until Aunt Jane had good help from one or more of her sisters as they in turn came to live with us and help their sister Jane. However those girls were soon picked up. John C. Hartle selected Sarah Ann, Wm H. North selected Carrie, Albert North was well pleased with Mary. They were all wonderful good girls and father and Aunt Jane were glad because of the part they were able to play in the great scheme of getting the boys and girls to meet each other.
        It was the 13th day of April 1892, when Wm Winterton and Jane E. Steadman were married in the Manti Temple. They were the parents of the following named children: Carrie Elizabeth the wife of Alex M. Davis; Nettie Rachel the wife of John Hans Kuhni; Edward Marriott died while young; Valeo James the husband of Gladys Barratt.
        Wm Winterton died 14th of September, 1929, age 84 years; Jane E. Winterton died 25th day of Febraury 1943, age 79 years.
        They lived together, a happy pair for 37 years. To us the name of Aunt Jane is sacred as is the name of mother.
        At the time of Aunt Jane's funeral services one of Nellie's children, Hyrum, penned the following words, "As I have sat in quiet meditation and thought, I have felt that I could visualize a happy meeting, and I think of two wonderful mothers; mothers of faith, courage, love and devotion. I think of a father, firm as the rock of ages and devoted to truth and right. I see two mothers together in fond embrace; I hear these words: Aunt Jane, my dearest sister I love you; you have been all that a mother could be; you have done all that a mother could do; you have learned to love my children as your own, and they shall never be taken from you. You and I shall not be separated; we are bound together by all the ties that bind by the power and authority of the Priesthood of God; with our husband and children and their numerous posterity we will take our place in that great patriarchal union and go through eternity together.

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