I must here explain that my mother’s three older sisters were the first of the Widdison family to come to Utah. They came several years before my mother, and had all married. Mary Ann, as mentioned before, had married Fred Brewster and lived in Salt Lake City. Jane had married John Craddock, but had left the Church and returned east as far as Nebraska, where they made their home. I don’t know if they had more than four children. When I was on my mission in 1900, I saw Ralph and Lizzie in Omaha and I saw Sarah in Brooklyn in 1902 at the time I visited with Aunt Elizabeth Squires family. John was the other child. I don’t remember if I ever saw him.
        After Jos Squires and Mother’s sister Elizabeth married, they also apostatized, left Utah and made their home in Brooklyn, New York. They then joined the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. They were very bitter against our people and our church. I visited the family when I arrived in Brooklyn on my first mission. I again spent one week or more with them after my release and before returning home. Aunt Lizzie expressed sorrow that Nellie’s children felt sorry for her, I said. I told her that she and uncle Joe Squires would someday have to answer for the untruths they had told me and no doubt, had told thousands. I said, "You know you are not telling the truth." How glad I was that I could understand and know the truth and could understand the terrible condition of their mind. O, how thankful I was that my parents had remained true to the faith, and that we, their children had been brought up under the influence of the true servants of God.
        Other than when we were talking about the Church and its doctrines, etc., they treated me just fine. The children treated me just grand. Violet and Marie were the nearest my age. They took me wherever they thought I would have a good time. Charles Mott was courting Marie and went with us. We spent two or three days at Coney island and Rock-a-way beach and other places of amusement. It was at those resort that we spent July 4, 1902.
        I here mention the names of Aunt Lizzie’s children, John, Joseph, Ellen White, Violet and Marie. It always grieved my mother to think that two of her own sisters had left the church and she would never see them again. Then her own dear mother had gotten as far as Brooklyn on her journey west and had died there. She had stopped at Brooklyn to visit Aunt Lizzie and family when she took sick and died. All the children had preceded Grandmother to America, except Uncle Will Widdison. He had remained in England with his mother until they came to America in 1873. He was then eighteen years of age and was no doubt a great aid and comfort to his mother during her later years and especially in the preparation for the voyage and westward trip. Grandmother Widdison was only fifty four years old when she died. In looking at her picture you would think she was much older. Years of sorrow had wrinkled her dimpled brow, but had not taken the beauty from that kind face. When I look at the pictures of my two wonderful Grandmothers, I stop to longer reflect and I say to myself, "Why, oh why, could we not have known them better."
        Just now, let me pause and reflect. I would like to take my children with me, in thought and imagination back to those happy days when mother would tell to us the beautiful story of a wonderful mother filled with the spirit of the Lord, trying to impress us with the thought that