NIELSEN, David Osborn b. 12 Jan 1870 Hyrum, Cache, Utah, United States d. 27 Mar 1964 Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah, United States

1870 - 1964 (94 years)

Name	NIELSEN, David Osborn
Birth	12 Jan 1870	Hyrum, Cache, Utah, United States [3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13]
Gender	Male
WAC	19 Jun 1895	LOGAN
_TAG	Reviewed on FS
Death	27 Mar 1964	Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah, United States [11, 12, 13]
Burial	31 Mar 1964	Hyrum, Cache, Utah, United States
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Person ID	I44366	Joseph Smith Sr and Lucy Mack Smith
Last Modified	19 Aug 2021

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Family ALLEN, Charlotte Temple , b. 3 Nov 1873, Hyrum, Cache, Utah, United States Hyrum, Cache, Utah, United Statesd. 22 Mar 1954, Hyrum, Cache, Utah, United States (Age 80 years)

Marriage 19 Jun 1895 Logan, Cache, Utah, United States [3]

Children

+	1. NIELSEN, Gladys , b. 2 Sep 1898, Hyrum, Cache, Utah, United States Hyrum, Cache, Utah, United Statesd. 13 Feb 1938, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States (Age 39 years)

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Last Modified 24 Jan 2022

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Preface:

It is April 20, 1990. It seems impossible that I am eighty three years old. Today, at the request of my niece and her husband, Annette and Karl Mattson, I began to record my memories so the spirit of Elijah will continue to hold our family together.

CHAPTER 1: Who Am I?

I am Aunt Emma and I'm writing this book for my nieces and nephews that can really call me Aunt Emma. You know, in the pre-existence, I thing we were together. All you nieces and nephews and Aunt Emma. I was one just like you, no older and no younger. I wonder what the pre-existence was like. In my old age I think I had a glimpse of it. I don't know how it happened, but a strip about two inches wide was ripped away from the veil and I felt like I felt in the pre-existence. You know, we sing a line from the song "The Spirit of God" that says "The veil over the earth is beginning to burst" and maybe it burst for me. I felt we were all there and knew each other. When I had that little experience, I was happy. NEver in all my life have I felt as happy as I did then.

The pre=existence was a great time to live, a time to be together. It's interesting how the LDS Church helps us to know what happened in that pre-existent state. I think we all knew Adam. We know Enoch and how righteous a man he was, how he taught all his people to be righteous so they were taken into heaven. We know Noah, whose righteous family was left when the flood came and drowned all the rest. We were there and saw what was happening here on the earth. We knew Abraham and that great character, Joseph, who was sold into Egypt. Joseph is an example for all of you nephews to follow. I fyou could be as great as him, you would really be something. And then we knew Nephi and Moroni. Since the very first time I read the Book of Mormon, Moroni became my favorite prophet of the Book of Mormon. My heart just went out to him in his old age. He wasn't so old for he wandered around the earth all alone and watched the Lamanites in hiding so they wouldn't find him. I've spent a lot of my life away from family and close friends and have felt somewhat alone, so my heart still goes out to Moroni. We knew him in the pre-existence.

Then there is Joseph Smith. The records kept by the people who knew him tell he was a handsome man. If you read the writing about Joseph Smith you will feel like you knew him too. I'm glad Joseph Smith's mother wrote about his childhood so that we can know that he was just a boy like you boys and had struggles and really suffered. I think of some of you nieces and nephews. If any of you have had a few struggles in your youth like Joseph Smith had, maybe that was a learning experience. As we learn about Joseph, we learn to love him and look forward to the time when we can be near him and enjoy such a wonderful person; a prophet who brought the restored church so we could have this marvelous gospel.

As we learn to love other people, we learn to love the Savior, our Redeemer. We have to learn how to love people. I think the more we do for others, the more we learn to love them and the less we think about ourselves. So you see, in the spirit world we were all together. I think we knew each other and because we are of one big family; you knew me and I knew you. And we'll know each other in the future.

CHAPTER 2: The Miracle of Birth

I was born in the bedroom on a folded sheet on the bed and carried through the living room and down some steps into the kitchen. I was placed by the nurse, Emma Liljenquist, on the kitchen table. She cleaned my body and put on a tight band over my navel and around my stomach. My eyes were closed to the bright light of the world. Doctor Cantrell delivered my and my mother knew that I was special like her other four children. I had a wave of red hair. I began my way on earth on August 3, 1906. I had one brother older than me, David Otis. My sisters were Gladys, Virginia, and Aileen.

Years later when I was in my fiftieth year, I witnessed the miracle of birth wile I was working at Liahona, Tonga. I was teaching school for the Church and early one morning a girl came running into our home where several lady teachers lived together. She said, "Come. So and so (I don't remember her name) is having her baby. Come."

I didn't think I was capable of such a thing as delivering a baby so I told her to go get one of the builder's wives, who lived just on the other side of the school, and I rushed to school and turned my work over to Tupou Nayata so she could teach the class. I went to the little Tongan grass house with a lovely clean mat on the floor and there was the mother. The baby had been born and was lying close to the mother. The builder's wife was there and with her shaky, shaky hands she was trying to tie the cod. I took the silkaline and the scissors away from her and knelt down. I tied a piece of the thread around the cord next to the navel. Using a square knot to tie it firm, I tied two knots about an inch apart and cut the threads. Then I took the small sharp scissors and cut the cord between the two ties. The baby cried because it hurt. I guess that was the first time that little baby had felt the pain of the body. Here I was in the Islands in my fiftieth year experiencing the miracle of birth. It was a beautiful experience. I could just feel the Lord was near and I want you nieces to know that as you have your children, you too will feel the miracle of birth as I felt that spirit in the Islands. Because I never had any children, I'm so thankful that the Lord let me feel this experience in Tonga. I am also thankful that I had a mothercraft class at the Agricultural College (USU) when I was in college so I knew what to expect and what to do.

CHAPTER 3: My Childhood on the Farm

The first thing I remember is the lamp on the table in the little kitche. Then they tore out the little kitchen and build on a new kitchen. It was a lovely room about 14 x 16 feet. The stove was at the north end with a window above the stove and there was also a door with a window on that wall. The east wall had a window, and the south wall had a door with a window that led out to the porch. We spent most of our time around the kitchen stove watching and playing games, or doing things around the kitchen table.

When my parents built the new kitchen on the house, they made a new curved stairway which wasn't so steep. We went from the kitchen, up the corner and turned to he right and then up the stairway. As we grew older we had to bend our heads down a little bit because the ceiling was so low, and sometimes when people came, they bumped their heads on the ceiling. The hallway had a high ceiling and led to three rooms; one to the north, one to the south, and one to the east. the east room received warmth from the living room and it wasn't so cold, but the other two were cold. Our folks thought fresh air was important and even in the winter, we left our windows open. I remember one morning when we woke up on the north room, the wind had blown the snow clear across the floor. Well, how did we keep warm? The iron beds had a good solid mattress and we had quilts, and quilts, and quilts on top of us and when we went to bed, we often put a flat iron in the oven and warmed it up, wrapped a cloth around it and put it by our feet, which would help warm up the bed. With our warm nightgowns and our quilts we kept snuggy and warm. We slept two in a bed. In the east room the boys had two beds and a single bed to the side. We felt we had it nice and we really weren't poor. We had it as good as anybody.

We had the first bathtub in town and when we built the new kitchen, we built a little pantry and the bathroom with the tub which stood on claw feet so you could clean under it. A full grown person could lay back in the tub and be covered from his neck to his toes. It was great. When we first got the tub there was no city water in Hyrum, so we had to use the well on the back porch. We primed a little water down the pump and continued to pump until the water came up. We would fill our buckets and put the water on the boiler on the stove to warm. We also had a reservoir on the stove that you could fill with water and the heat from the stove would heat it. We would then carry the water from the stove to the pantry into the bathroom and dump it in the tub and pour a little cold water in to make the right temperature. When we were through bathing, we just pulled the cork and the water ran down the hill. It was a number of years later when we got city water and then we had a tap into the house. Mother would put her three boys in that tub and she said that was the most wonderful thing to bathe three boys; a red headed, a black headed, and a white headed boy all at once in the tub.

We were a noisy little family. I used to sit on my little red chair and scoot across the floor. That was so much fun and I guess that is the reason why Aunt Lucy and Aunt Laurie thought it disturbed Grandma Cynthia Benson when she stayed with her children in her later years. I used to take her outside to the toilet. I would take her hand and guide her outside and wait by the door until she came out.

One time when I had been home and sick for about a week, I told my mother I would have to have a note to take to the teacher, and she said the teacher doesn't need a note. She can see that you've been sick. When I got to school, because I did't have a note, I had to go to the truant office. I was frightened. When I got home and told mother, I cried and cried.

Another time I cried, I must have been a sensitive person, we came home from church along the railroad track, and Beline Anderson, who wsas older than I, looked at me and said: "Emma, you have been crying, haven't you?" It was embarrassing.

The first lawn we had, Otis dug some grass out of the ditch bank and planted it near the house. It was only about 10 feet by 5 feet wide. Later father planted lawn all around.

One summer southwest of the house, we had an area where we didn't have lawn and we played in the mud. I built a big hut. We played in the leaves each fall. We had to fence an area off where mother could plant flowers so the chickens wouldn't scratch them up. Otis found some roses in the catalog that would bloom more than once, so he sent for two plants, one with a salmon flower and the other with a white flower.

We had a big farm. Every time father would get a chance to buy a little land, mother would skimp and even the children would save to help pay for it. We had the property that Grandpa Nielsen (my father) owned. It was about 13 acres down in the field and next to it was 12 acres. We had the apple eyard land, which was closer to the house, about 1/2 mile away. We had the corner pasture and we had the Sunnybrook Farm, which was down across the street about a block away. We had a piece of land below the house and we could stand in our kitchen and look out the window of the door that opened out to the back porch and see all over the valley. We loved to see the sunsets and the Temple from out kitchen window.

At the Sunnybrook Farm we raised strawberries. One summer when Aileen was on her mission, we raised a half acre of strawberries, which brought in enough money to keep her on her mission for three months. It cost $50 a month for her mission, which was during the depression.

Next to the house was a hollow full of trees. It was a pretty place, but that's where we threw our junk. We didn't have garb age people to gather it, so down the hollow it went. It eventually got covered up with more junk and dirt. Around the house we had a barn. Father built it I guess. We had a granary and next to the house was a place that was lower. It can't remember it very well, but it was a gully at the east side of the house which we crossed on a board. The folks said when they first moved there, the outhouse was built over this gully. When I was little, the outhouse was moved to the back of the house where people couldn't see it. When the privy was filled, Father would shovel it out, from the back, and bury the contents.

I learned to work when I was little. I can remember my mother saying the greatest lesson in life is to learn to work. She had a way of teaching us to work. I liked to pick strawberries and black caps. I quite enjoyed thinning beet, and it wasn't to bad to be out in the sun and work but my most important job as a child was to tend the babies. I tended Paul, Eugene, Blair, and Margaret. I didn't do dishes or sweep the floor like my older sisters. I tended the babies. I even tended them on Sunday while my mother and father attended church and I never went to Sacrament meeting until I was fourteen years old. I used to feel kind of guilty about that, but that's the way it was a maybe that is a great lesson for us to learn: to obey.

Maybelle Nielsen and I went to school together at Lincoln School. The first grade was in the basement of the school with Miss Petersen as the teacher. I thought school aw all right. I guess I was in the first grade when I learned that I could draw better than anyone and that gave me confidence. When I was in the 7th and 8th grades, the teacher had me draw pictures on the blackboard with colored chalk. I would stay after school and draw these pictures.

At home we each had our certain jobs to do. My job was to clean the bathroom. I didn't mind cleaning every Saturday and I would scrub abound the toilet and try to keep it nice and clean. I still don't mind cleaning the bathroom.

Now it might be a good idea for the nephews to listen to this. Some of the members of the family left a ring around the tub, and it was hard to get off when it was dry. So one night I just explained to the whole bunch: "After you get through with your bath, if you will take your wash rag and cover it with a lot of soap and go around the tub, where the water line is and rub, it will take off the ring. Then wash it down with water until the ring is gone." From then on we didn't have a ring and it was much easier to clean.

The thing I didn't like to do was ride the rose while Father plowed or shovel plowed along the garden. The horse was big and fat and my and my legs stretched wide over it. I know the think that bothered me and the eason I hated it so was because Father would yell: " Hit to the right, hit to the left" and I didn't know how to do it. I just hated to ride horses and I didn't like to ride when they lifted the hay from the wagon upon the fork lift and into the barn. The person in the barn would yell, "Dump it." and the one on the hayrack would pull the rope. The fork dumped the hay in the barn, and the person in the barn would spread it out while they got another fork load of hay. We had to ride the horse from he back of the barn to the front and I didn't like that and I don't think I did it very much. Aileen was the one who loved to ride the horse. She rode to get the cows. My other job was to gather the eggs so I didn't have to ride the horse to get the cows.

In the summertime, Father would plant 1/4 acre or maybe a half acre of green peas. We would take our sacks and walk to the apple yard land and pick peas all morning, filling our sacks, then carry them home. We walked home on the railroad track because that was the quickest way. Then we would sit on the front porch and shell peas by the hour. Mother would put them in quart bottles and pressure then in the pressure cooker. I suppose we had the first pressure cooker in Hyrum. It had curve sides and little legs that stood up, and it would hold three quart bottles. With a big family, a quart of peas was good. Other people used a copper bottom boiler, filling it with water over the tops of the bottles. We didn't use that much because the pressure cooker was faster and it was more safe. We bottled peas, beans, and fish. Father would buy Bear Lake suckers, but when you cooked them ion the pressure cooker, it was just like salmon. The bones were so soft you could chew them up and eat them with the rest of the meat. The flavor of the Bear Lake suckers was good and we liked them. At first we didn't eat too much beef. Our family was little, and I guess we could buy meat from the store. Fifteen cents worth of hamburger would cook enough for the whole family and Mother could make it taste so good. She would put an egg or two in it, because we always had eggs from the chickens, some cream, and then fry it. It was soft and flavored. We liked mother's cooking and she made the best milk gravy. Bernice Quinney, a cousin my age, still remembers the milk gravy. She had red hair too. She lived in Logan and always came to stay with us about a week every summer. Her family would come at other times and sometimes came and shelled peas. Mother would always give them some of the peas in the quart bottles.

I will always remember the first dentist I went to. He was Dr. Budge, who was a big heavy man. His office was on the second floor of the building standing on Main and the north corner of Center Street. There is a room that juts out to the side with about five windows touching each other. The windows made it light for Dr. Budge's delicate work. HE was so friendly, and I remember a song he sang "Oh say what is truth, tis the fairest gem . . ." As a little girl, it impressed upon my mind how very important it was to always tell the truth. My brother, Paul, also remembers the dentist's room.

I think Dr. Budge was a missionary in Europe, as a young man, and knew the German language and was the interpreter when Karl G. Maeser was baptized, Brother Maeser later became the first president of BYU.

We learned so much in our family taking care of each other, and I guess most of the families were like we were; a noisy family. We knelt by our chair around the table to pay and mother would say she was so thankful for that quietness at family payer.

I wanted to include some of the memories of my nieces who are all married with families of their own. They remember Thanksgiving dinners and the fun they had together.

Judy Nielsen Erickson said that if Virginia and Levi did not have the pond, where would we have gone for our picnics?Sometimes we would go out there to sleep, the kids in our family, Vayle, Alice and Allen. My first bouncing on a tree was out by the pond. Someone bigger than I would pull the limbs down and I Would climb on and he would bounce me up and down. I remember the ice Levi cut from the pond and buried in the sawdust in a big hole by the north bank. Ice cream was so goo mad with that ice.

Ann Smith Nebeker tells of her memories of living in Hyrum for about seven summers: "I loved my summers with my grandparents in their brick house on the hill above the railroad track on the edge of town. When Vilate and I came, there were ten chairs around the long table in the big kitchen. Virginia, Aileen, Paul, Eugene, Blair, and Margaret were all home to do the farm work.

In the morning before breakfast, we put the backs of the chairs against the table and kneeled with our arms on the chair as we had morning prayer. We took turns praying and always asked the Lord for protection during the day. The home was a busy place. There were food preparations, pulling weeds, hauling hay, caring for the cows, gathering eggs, and canning fruit and vegetables.

I remember sitting at the kitchen table looking at piles of chicken pieces that were to be put in bottles and pressure for food storage. It all started with Grandpa catching the chickens, cutting off their heads at the wood pile, then hanging the chickens by their feet to bleed. They were scalded in buckets of boiling water so the feathers could be stripped off. The chickens were cut up and we got the hearts and gizzards to dice and play with.

Washing was long day when we had to put the big boiler on the kitchen stove to heat the water and then carry it to the washer on the back porch. Piles of clothes were separated all over the floor. When we were through, the wash water was thrown out the door and let run down the hill. We hung the sheets, underwear, and dresses on the clothesline to dry. Heavy items were laid over the fence in the front yard.

The swill bucket was also on the back porch where all the food scraps were put and then fed to the pigs. The memories of that smell still come to mind.

I remember blanching corn on the cook stove, cutting it off the cob, and putting it on big screens propped on chairs, than left to dry on the lawn. the horses loved the cobs and the flies loved corn. I remember picking black caps on those terrible prickly bushes, picking dew berries and strawberries.

I Slept in the south bedroom where the quilts on the bed were pieced scraps from everyone's dresses. It was fun lying in bed and pointing to each square of fabric, telling who had a dress made from each peice. We had the heated irons wrapped in towels,to put in our beds to help keep our feet warm, and lots of quilts piled on top.

Chapter 4: Father's Mission and Our Church

One day in the summer a big letter came from Box B, and of course, my mother knew what it meant. When they opened the letter, it was a mission call for father to go to Denmark in December. So he had a few months to get ready for his mission, leaving a rather frail wife with five children. He was to support himself on the mission and his wife would run the farm, make the living, and take care of the family. Denmark was a long way away, but that's where my grandfather, Hans Enoch Nielsen, was born and had also been on a mission there. That fall, our large apple orchard produced a lot of apples, and I think we earned about $500., which was a large amount of money, so he could go on his mission. It seems that he took most of his money with him. I was the baby and can remember a little bit about it.

While my father was gone, I can remember in the wintertime how mother would take the children and go behind the house and some of the children woulds ride down the hill on the sleigh and go very fast. Someone would get in the dish pan and it would whirl around and around down the hill. Another child would get on a shovel and ride down the hill. Aileen was the best one. She could get in that dish pan and have more fun whirling around down the icy hill. Mother played with her children and it made the time go faster. We saved the beautiful letters father sent from his mission. Father wrote about trying to learn the language and visiting the branch. He wrote me a letter, which I have in my Book of Remembrance. I think my father really loved me; he used to call me Emma Cynthie Sweetheart rode on an apple cart. He also loved his small wife with dark hair, and a little pointed nose. And she love him and they expressed that love to each other while he was on his mission. He didn't stay full mission because I think he just got so homesick that probably his food didn't digest good and he had stomach trouble. He thought it was the oatmeal much he ate every morning. Anyway, after being sick for some time, the mission president gave him a release to go home. The money he had left, he gave to the leaders of the church to help build the chapel in Aleburg.

After he came home, father was made superintendent of the Sunday School. We have a picture of all the Sunday School children, in the choir seats under the dome in the the Third Ward church, and he is standing to the back against the wall holding me. His mission was like a seed that started a great missionary family. All of his grandsons, except two have been on missions. Many of his granddaughters also have served missions and now it is his great-grandchildren teaching the gospel.

Chapter 5: My Teaching Years

Every simmer on the campus of the Agricultural College (USU), Farmers Encampment was held for a week, where all the farmers would pitch tents and meet to learn more about farming and homemaking. We always stayed home, but went to the conference which was held on the quadrangle. One time when we were at the conference, father said to me: "Emma, would you like to go to school here?" And so I Said "yes" and my father supported me in school.

The first summer before I went to school, I picked beans every day, all day long, and earned enough money for my tuition, which was $60. for the year. Since I worked so hard in the fields all summer, I didn't have a dress to wear, so I made one out of some old black material. Father had brought some material home from his mission and mother made a dress out of it and wore it out. I used pieces of that dress to trim my black satin dress. Then I didn't have any shoes which would look nice with it, but mother had some pretty black shoes. I wore this dress and mother's shoes to college. I guess I wore it for about three weeks and in that time I was able to get some cloth and make me another dress, so I didn't have to wear just my black one. I also was able to buy some new shoes.

I remember one day I was walking with one of the professors down a long hill, that came straight from the tower, and he was asking me questions and found out I was a freshman and just starting school. He said: "if you can finish out the first year, then you'll graduate". That was the truth and I went all four years and it wasn't easy, but it was what I had to do. I would get up in the morning and hurry to the street car station (the street car ran through Hyrum then). The station was just a block north of the Hyrum Bank and sometimes I'd have to run, but I made it. I would get on and ride to Logan and then I would walk up the hill to the college, and home back the same way at night. I graduated in textiles and clothing with a minor in art.

In the winter of my Senior year, I was living in the practice cottage, which was situated just below the hill, and I went to a dance one night. It was fun. I went with a fellow from across the valley. As he left, I looked out of the window and watched him as he bent beneath the pine trees, which were heavy with snow. A voice said to me: "you will not marry him". Well, the next day his steady girlfriend was surer mad at me. It turned out that way' she married him and I got a job.

My first job was in St. David, Arizona teaching home economics. I didn't get the job until about a few weeks before school started, and I was about the last to get a job. Later I heard that I got more pay than any other graduate that year, but of course, I didn't know that pay was higher in Arizona that Utah. I rode the bus all night from Hyrum directly to Tombstone, Arizona, where I thought I would have to take the state test. I was tired. I got a room in a hotel and bought some grapefruit and sat on the floor, peeled the grapefruit, and ate it. Then I laid on the bed and went to sleep for two or three hours. I had called the superintendent in St. David and he said I could take the test later, so Mr. Oldfather, the principal of the high school, came and picked me up at the hotel and we went to St. David.

The first year I boarded with Mrs. Lizzy Merrill. It was just a block from the school. The high school was a nice brick building. There were teachers named Mortensen, Wilson, Lauritson, and Nielsxen. I was Nielsen and the only woman on the faculty, so we used to think of it as Mr. Oldfather and his four "sons". I taught physical education along with my home economics. I also taught a class at the elementary school.

I was there for two years and I fit in with the young people of the small ward and it was so nice to be in the ward. We had so much fun together. We used to go on picnics out in the brush. I had been there for three or four months, which seemed like a long time to be away from home, when it started to rain. I remember looking out of the west window and the rain was just coming down and I started to cry. It was like home. In St. David, we hadn't had any rain, just hot sunshine, and the rooms were not air conditioned. It would get up to ninety or one hundred degrees in the the rooms and you didn't wear rayon; that was too hot. You had to wear cotton to keep cool enough.

I had a good time there with the young people, and when I left they had a surprise party for me. We went for a ride, and when we came back, I went into the bedroom and it was full of teenagers. They yelled "surprise" and it was such a nice party.

We used to dance in the gym by the records played on the phonograph. There was a certain waltz, I've forgotten the name, but Mr. Bunbee would ask me to dance every single time. He was a good waltzer and we went waltzing around that gym and I always knew I had to dance with him when they played thaat waltz. The other teacher, Mr. Mortensen, never asked me to dance, but Later I married him. He taught agriculture, Spanish, and was the coach. He had taught ten years and had gone to State eight times. Our school had 56 students and five teachers, and how he could get a winning team out of 56 students, which were half girls, I'll never know, but he was a good coach and he liked it and people liked him. It was a good experience for me to teach in St. David, a little town under the great big cottonwood trees. The highway ran through the town with the church on one side and the school on the other; a few houses with the farms scattered around.

My mother came to visit me while I was in St. David and had a scary experience. Father didn't give her any money and he said she could write a check. She was in San Bernadino where she had to change trains and she didn't have anyone to buy her ticket, but a little Mormon boy got her check cashed and she was able to continue on. She was pretty frightened about it.

I taught school there the winter of 1930-31 and 1931-32 before I came home. It was the time of the Depression and while I was in St. David, I had my money in the bank in Benson, and the bank went broke and I lost most of my money. When the new checks came in, they asked us to help the people that didn't have work and part of my check went to help those that were without work. They did some volunteer work and received their pay from the donations of the people.

I came home without a job and I taught a government program in the old school house that was on the southwest corner of the public square, where the pioneer children had attended. That was kind of interesting. I don't remember what I taught; crafts or something.

My next job was teaching at Dixie College in St. George. I taught sewing in the high school and at the college. It was a wonderful four years I spent in the warm sunshine. I also taught art at the college and about the third year I was there, they asked me if I wanted to teach all art or all clothing. I knew the man, Mr. Huntsman, that wanted to come teach art, so I said I would teach all sewing. Near the end of my teaching in St. George, I painted a mural for a wall in the science building. It was was names "Science and Arty for Better Homes". I had depicted a boy in the woodwork department, a girl at the sewing machine, and another girl by the stove, because that is what the building was used for. Elden Beck said: " Oh I wished I had something to leave this school like that mural".

Elden and I Worked together and started the Fine Arts Festival at Dixie College. I don't know whether it still continues or not, but it was really nice. We worked hard and had people come from Salt Lake City to give lectures. We had a fine arts queen to reign at the ball. I helped her make a dress, as she wasn't a very good sewer. I designed the decorations for the ball. We took a piece of crepe paper and cut it in three strips. Then we fringed it at the one side a little past the half way mark, and twisted that from the center out to the edges of the room. It was beautiful,, but the second day after we put it up, it was sagging and we had to go around and put a bit pleat in every strip so it wouldn't sag. I remember after the ball we stood there and looked at it and it was just thrilling to see such beautiful decorations.

My next teaching was at South Cache for four years. I don't remember much about South Cache. It was just go there every morning and come home every night. It wasn't like teaching in St. David where we had dances and fun together. Nothing eventful ever happened and I never had any dates. Someone told me I should get nicer clothes and dress fancy, and I did, but I still didn't have any dates.

One night after I left school, I was walking out of the north door down the long diagonal sidewalk that goes to the seminary building, and it was icy. I was walking along when all of a sudden I just laid down. My feet slid and my head hit the ice before any part of my back or legs. I hurried and got up and looked around, and there wasn't a person that saw me.

The summer of 1989. Lila Mae Allen, one of my former students at South Cache, told me how I helped her make a suit out of her father's suit, and how she just loved that suit and wore it for years. I didn't remember but I do remember a girls from Wellsville bring a coat of her mother's and I helped her make it ov er so she could wear it.

I taught at USU in the Art Department while Jessie Larsen took a year's leave of absence. That was a good experience/ I had some good students. I taught leather craft and I'd never had a leather craft class, but the head of the department, Mr. Carnaby, helped me and I got along all right. I also taught jewelry and I had fun working with leather and I think the students did too. I learned along with them.

My next assignment was at Grace, Idaho, where I taught for one year in the home economics and art departments. After the school year I came home and took care of mother for six years,s and after mother died, I was so worn out that I had a little nervous collapse and for the last four or five days of her life, I just wasn't able to take care of her. I went to Virginia's but then got better and I spent the last night with mother and the next day in the evening, she died. After she died she had two or three little death rattles and then her spirit left her body. I closed her eyelids and her body was taken away.

The years I stayed with mother we learned to love each other so much, and I think that's where I learned to love. You have to learn to give of yourself in order to love and she loved me. I slept with her for, I guess two or three years, so I'd be right there to help her when she needed help and she's reach over and touch me. Love is a beautiful thing if you can learn how to love, but you have to learn how to love. Love might be something like a machine inside of you, and if you turn the handle, out comes the love, but if you never turn the handle, you'll never learn to love.

After taking care of mother for those years, I finally got up the courage in the summer time to go to the college to look for work. I went to the Extension office and they needed a home agent and they hired me. I met a friend and she said, "Why don't you buy my car. I'll sell it to your for $300 and you can pay me when you have the money". After mother died, I told father there was $130. left from the grocery money and he said I could have that, so I paid it on the car. I packed my things and drove this little Ford car to Cedar City. I first live in the Eden Apartments. The agriculture agent I worked with was Steve Brower. He was so good to me and a good AG agent and he taught me the works, so I found out what I had to do. Steve told me I should go on every road in Iron County because I worked for the whole county and I should know the country. I suppose I did.

Our offices were on the second floor; on the main floor was the post office and it had very high ceilings, so there were lot of steps for me to climb to our office. I had broken the cartilage in my knees, so it hurt every step up and every step down. Our supplies were in the basement, but I didn't let that bother me. That was a hard job.

I gave a radio program once a week and I would record the program on whatever I thought would interest the women in the county, and the radio station would play it on the air.

One day when I was in Parowan, with the Four-H Club girls, helping do an exhibit for the fair. We had worked hard and I was so tired afterward, I went to a little grove of trees in the park and laid down on one of the picnic tables. Then I remembered my radio program. I had to do it that day. So I had to wind up my tired body and get in my little car and go to the office and do the radio program. One of the county agents later said: "That was excellent!" It thrilled me to do a good program.

I didn't like extension work so I put in my resignation. I didn't like it because I didn't like to give demonstrations. I didn't like to show off and I didn't feel I was good at it. It was hot in the summer in Cedar City and cold in the winter. It was beautiful country, but all the while I was there I never painted a single picture and I liked to paint because it gave me a chance to really see the beauty of nature.

I came home in the fall and couldn't find a job. It was on Christmas day when the telephone rang and someone asked me if I's like to go to Tonga and teach school for the Church. I said, "I sure would because I don't have work". In January the first paid school teachers left for Tonga. There was quite a group of us and we flew from Hawaii to Fiji, taking ab out 21 hours. We stopped for gas in the Canton Islands on the equator and was it hot in the middle of the night. This was before the days of jet travel and it took us a long time and it was a trying trip. I couldn't sleep on the plane because of the roaring noise. We spent a day in Fiji to charter a sea plane to take us to Tonga.

This was one of the most wonderful jobs. I think that's why I never married until later because the Lord wanted me to go to Tonga. At least I felt that way whether it's true or not. They had a big party for us and we meet those dark skinned people with their beautiful even features and their large noses. I got so I liked those noses and I came home and was disappointed when everybody had such funny little noses. The Tongans are a beautiful people, at least I think they are. It was hard for me to adjust to the lower altitude, sea level, in Tonga. Tonga is a small island about 20 miles long and about 7 miles wide; maybe about the size of Cache valley. Tonga is flat without hills, just trees, no lakes or mountains and so different. I couldn't stand the smell when the women put Tongan oil, made from coconuts, on their skins. It had such a strong smell.

We lived with the principal the first three weeks until our houses were finished. All the teachers crowded into that house and we ate around one big table. I was in my fifties and they didn’t know what to call me. Miss Nielsen didn’t sound very good and I said: “Well, call me aunt Emma. That’s what I’m called at home all the time”. So I was Aunt Emma to the teachers and the parents and the people of Tonga, and that’s the reason I’m still Aunt Emma.
The first two years I taught sewing in a high school, but the last year I taught arts and crafts. It was interesting to have all the boys taking craft classes. We took sharp bush knives, about eighteen inches long, to break the rough outer shell of the coconuts. The outer shell leaves were made into brushes. The coconuts were heated in the oven and then the coconut meat was taken out of the hard shell and shipped off the island to make soap and other products.
The students lived on campus in dormitories across the street from our home and they worked after school to pay for their board. Foughtia Panga was head of the girls dormitories. They did everything; mow lawns with bush knives, and with a swish, swish, swish, they cut the lawn. They did a good job. Then to plant the lawn, the interesting thing was they didn’t plant anything. They just plowed and harrowed and leveled it off and the grass came up. The girls would cut out the weeds and poor grass, and pretty soon the grass became a good lawn.

The second year they asked me to be head of the landscaping on the island, so I used planter boxes. There were planter boxes below the windows in the front of the building and on each side of the driveway up to the main school building. There was a covered hallway between buildings, so I put planter boxes along this hallway with pretty flowers and the boxes were big enough so people could sit on the edge and rest under the roof from the hot summer rain. The breeze would blow and it was nice. After I left, the superintendent put barbed wire on them so that people couldn’t sit on them and I about died. I liked teaching, but the first year I was overworked. I’d teach all day and then after four o’clock I had to help the group of girls sew uniforms for the school, and that made it just too hard and too long. But after I begged out of the, I guess it wasn’t so bad.

One time a little plane came and we could take a ride over the school, so I rode on this airplane and all I could see as I looked down, was the roofs of houses and the coconut trees. So when I became head of the landscaping committee, I put two big beds of flowers in front of the cafeteria and a big round elevated bed by the builder’s and men teacher’s houses, so when the people flew over the island they would see something besides palm trees and roofs.

While in Tonga, I taught in the new club, which is like the extension service. I taught the women in the community to make men’s suits. One day, Princess Mautauho came to the class and the women worried about the settee because it was so dusty and dirty. The springs were broken and I told them I would show them how to upholster it. I bought a tack hammer and some rope for the cord. The Princess helped tear the settee apart. I tied the springs tight and the women finished putting the upholstery on. The Princess is a lovely woman. I also met Queen Soleta Tupou. She had a heart as big as herself. She spoke English, as she was educated in New Zealand. She said to me: “you come back to Tonga” but I never did.

They paid me well in Tonga because I had so many summer schools and so much training and was in my fiftieth year and that was the way they figured my salary. I didn’t know that I was getting more money than the other teachers, because of my experience, until I was getting ready to leave Tonga.
I came home from Tonga in the middle of winter and had not job, so I went to the “Y” and got my masters degree (see Chapter 6). I filled in for a teacher for six months In Fillmore and also worked on my thesis. I enjoyed it there.
From Fillmore I went to Tabiona. It was about the worst job I had. I went to this little town in an agricultural valley with desert and unproductive ground all around, not far from Vernal. The city was along the river and in a low valley. The students were so unruly and I neveer was a veery good disciplinarian. It was hard to teach those students and I felt a heavy spirit there. I soon found out that every time the women would meet in a group, they’d gossip and I didn’t like it, so I quit going to their meetings.
For the Junior Prom at Tabiona, I painted wrapping paper, showing a river scene with trees and cliffs, and it was put on the walls for decoration. I had one person help me and I think it was quite nice.

I found two friends; one nice woman across the street, whose husband ran the radio tower near Tabiona, who wouldn’t associate with the people there either and then I found the neat blind lady and I would visit with her quite often and she was so happy to have me come. This woman was an apostate from our church, but she was nice.

There was another family that I felt good with by the name of Adams. He taught seminary and on April, while I was there, he drove my little red rambler to Salt Lake to April Conference, so I didn’t habe to drive. When we were in Salt Lake City, I stayed with Mrs. Adams’s mother, who had married Uncle Andrew Mortensen, and it was there I met Leo Moretnsen that I had known in St. David. She invited him to dinner and I said: “Did you know Leo Mortensen?” He said: “That’s me”.

One day after school, while I was at Tabiona, I received a letter from Leo. I got in my little red rambler and drove up the golden stairway, a dug way carved out by the river, to a grove of cedar trees where I read the letter from my future husband. Down in the valley there was such a heavy hard spirit, but up there in the cedar trees, the hard spirit was gone.

I’d get in my little car and go to the mountains to get out of that river bed and I felt better. I think there was a lot of evil spirits there just going wild, I don’t know. I heard someone in St. George once tell about Brigham Young, who as preaching in their tabernacle, and he said, “Now if you people went out on the street here, you wouldn’t dare go home because there are so many of the Gadianton robbers out there and their spirits”. Of course the people couldn’t see them, but I think that was true of Tabiona. I just could feel it and the kids did evil things and they were unruly and would cause all the trouble they could for me.

I hope the people in Tabiona found out that I wasn’t such a terrible person. I didn’t have that heavy evil spirit that I felt there, but I was glad to leave Tabiona.

Chapter 6 Receiving My Master’s Degree

First, I went to USU and took some art work. The head of the art department just didn’t like me or my work, so he said, “You can come here and we can teach you to paint like Groutage”, and he showed me some of these paintings that he liked. I didn’t just want to learn to paint. The reason I wanted a master’s was to write a thesis on pioneer pottery. I was so interested in that and I had a lot of material for a thesis. So I went to the ‘Y' and they didn’t question me; they didn’t even look at my work, as I remember. They got me registered for classes in water color, pottery, and design. It took me a good year and a half to do it, but I kept plugging away. That’s the reason I went to get a master’s. I wanted to write a thesis on pioneer pottery and I wanted to do more research on it. I had all this information that I had learned from Bishop James J. Christensen in Hyrum and I’d worked with Cache Valley clay. It filled me with an urge to do more and write a thesis on it, and I did. My thesis was entitled, “The Development of Pioneer Pottery in Utah”.

Nice things happened while I was at the ‘Y”. Rosalyn had one year at USU and she wanted to come to the ‘Y’ so she came and lived with me one winter. She told me she wanted to work to work in the photography department and I was sharing the paint in a silkscreen class with a very nice man and one day he told me that he worked in the photography department. I said: “Well, my niece wants a job there”. He gave me the information and she put in an application for a job. She had polio when she was four and had a dangling right arm, which she couldn’t use or lift. She limped a little, and as she came in, one professor said to the other, “We can’t hire her”, and the other with a more lenient heart said: “Let’s try her. They did and with her left hand she tinted pictures and she was the best one in the department. After she graduated they wanted her to stay. She’s a wonderful girl. Her mother says she has never heard her complain and I didn’t hear her complain. She has accepted her handicap and lived a good life, married and had five children. What could be better.

The ‘Y’ was not hard, it just kept me busy and in the summer I went to every town in Utah to check if they had pioneer pottery. I found some in Vernal and that’s all. Of course, I knew all about the pioneer pottery in Hyrum and that’s where I got most of my information. But along with it, I took a class from Alex Duraus and he liked my work. I did a painting of my childhood, which I have on the living room wall, and he was so interested in it, he wouldn’t give me a grade until I gave him a print of it. The water color teacher didn’t like my work because I wasn’t sloppy enough, and I didn’t do watery stuff. Professor Carnaby didn’t use a lot of water with his water colors and he did some nice things, but this teacher didn’t like it and he wouldn’t give me a very good grade. He gave me a ‘B’ I think. I got my thesis written and I had some people in Provo type it for me. The day I’ll never forget is when I had my oral test for my thesis. I went into this office with the head of the Fine Arts Department and some other professors from the college. Warren Wilson, my pottery teacher was there. The head of the Fine Arts Department just raked me over the coals. He asked me all kinds of questions that I didn’t know how anybody could answer them, but I knew what beauty was and I knew what the principles of art were, and I used them. While they were still debating whether they would let me have my master’s or not, I walked out into another room and walked back and forth. I thought: “Well, if I don’t, that’s all. I can’t help it”. Then I got in my little red Rambler and drove back to Tabiona to teach. Before I got there I started to cry and I couldnm’t see to drive, so I stopped out on one of the lonely spots by a little well. I cried, and I still remember the sad time I had. Finally, I got a hold of myself and went to Tabiona. They let me get my master’s in spite of my dumbness.

When Warren Wilson went to Nauvoo on a mission to show the people about making pottery, he took my thesis with him and he said, “I just couldn’t have gone there and made pottery without your thesis.”. I guess I was just supposed to write the thesis, and I could do it because I had been curious and could ask questions and find a description of pioneer pottery before all the people that worked on it were dead. One man came to my house and asked me: “Where did you get that information about my great grandfather, the one in Utah County?” and I said, “I got it from so-and-so whom I couldn’t remember at the time”. He couldn’t find any information; only what I had in my thesis.

When I went to get my diploma, my niece, Arlene, was getting married and all my family went to the wedding and the reception. So I alone, sat with all the people getting master’s degrees, and as I went up to get my diploma President Earnest Wilkinson, instead of just shaking hands with me, took both of my hands and said, “I’m so very proud of you”.

Chapter Seven Hikes and Trips

The hikes were few. Many short ones, of course, around the homeland, but I did go to the top of Hyrum Peak and part way up the Wellsville mountains. One of the outstanding hikes was through the Zion Canyon Narrows. The trips were many, South Pacific, Europe, and Mexico. They brought me many happy memories and it was a good education for me.

When I Was forty years old and David was ten, he came running up the stairs. I was still in bed and ti was early morning. He said, “Aunt Emma, today is the day we hike to the top of the Hyrum Peak. We’ve always wanted to go and now we can go today”. I said, “okay”, and got up and fixed us a sandwich. He carried the sandwich and I carried the bottle of water. We got in my car and drove up as far as we could get to the Hyrum Peak, which is on the mountain entrance, just at the entrance of the Blacksmith Fork Canyon, on the south side. We hid they key to the locked car and started up the trail. At first it was quite steep, but then we came along the ridge and it was nice climbing. It was easy, very very slight climbing. I was soon interested in looking down at the valley. The higher we got, the more different it was, and we could see the lakes, rivers and trees. We got near the top and we couldn’t see the trees hardly at all, but the water stood out; the Hyrum Dam and rivers. It was interesting. I had never seen anything like that before. When we got to the bottom of the sharp peak, it was so steep that I wondered if I would make it and David would say, “Come on Aunt Emma, you can make it”. And I’d put my foot by a clump of grass and grab with my hands another clump of grass and then pull myself up. After struggling with him standing by, I made it to the top. At the very peak there was an old campfire. Someone else had been up there at night and made a fire, I guess. On the way I saw a wilted tulip and I didn’t know tulips grew on mountains. We saw the mahogany trees. Oh, those rough brush mahogany, that only grow in higher elevations, with their twisted limbs and their leaves that were not a bright green but a light grayish green. That interested me.

We ate our lunch and then we started up a little higher. We climbed on the ridge where the trees were. I really enjoyed the view below. IT was late and I looked at my time and I said, “Oh, we better start back. But it didn’t take very long to get back. Ever since then, I wished we’d stayed two hours on top of the mountain. We got back so quick.

Not too long after that, David and I, and David’s friend, decided to climb the Wellsville Mountains. It was October and the leaves were pretty; orange and red maple leaves, and it was a lovely, lovely day. We drove the car as close to the mountains as we could and started out. We got up on a ridge and then it was easy going along, then we came to the cliffs that rise up and we were ready to go up the cliffs and we looked down at the valley below. I had my camera this time and took pictures of Hyrum, Hyrum Dam, and of the maples in full fall colors. W We saw a fire and smoke and it looked like it was about where our car was, so we decided to go back. We forgot our hike and hurried down and got in the car and went home. I just wonder if we could have made it to the if i we would have kept going.

Some boys were on the mountains with their guns and they had probably shot into the rocks and made sparks, which ignited the maple leaves, and that’s what started the fire. It was a small fire, but it stopped our trip.
When I was teaching in Iron County, I went with a group to Zion Canyon Narrows. This was the biggest and most wonderful hike. I just wish I could take each one of you there. It was a large group, probably forty or fifty people. The youngest were teenagers or even a little younger than that. I guess I was about the oldest. People in Cedar City took us in cars to Cedar Canyon, where the narrows started. We got out of the cars and put our packs on our backs and started down. My neighbor, across the hall in the Eden Apartments, carried my bedroll and I carried my food. As we started, a little stream was trickling along among the quaking asp trees and we’d jump over it here and jump over it there. Soon some of the group just started wading right in the stream. I had some leather boy scout shoes that slipped up tight around my ankle. They were strong sturdy shoes. I, along with the green ones, I guess, jumped over the creek from place to place. Finally, we started wading through the water for quite some distance and we were going down faster until some red cliffs began to appear on each side of us. There were some pine trees and still some quaking asp, and we went further wading knee deep. From then on, we were in the water all the time. Once in a while there would be a path on the sides, but mostly it was water.

Father Flanigan went through the canyon when he was a boy and he was an old man when I went through. He always met the group when they emerged out of the gorge of Zion’s Canyon. It was not too far from the Great White Throne. When he met us as we came out of the canyon, he asked me how old I was, and I told him. He said, “You are the oldest woman that has ever walked through the Zion Narrows”. I was about forty eight. He knew what I had seen and all of us that had walked through had seen the same things and maybe some were more impressed than others, but I was impressed. I was impressed with those great big straight up and down cliffs and the dark red color and the black. Here and there was a little tree trying to grow and eke it’s way out to get the sunshine.

One of the outstanding things, and I think it is more interesting to tell than see, was where the cliffs were the highest. Just straight up and down. There was one place where a slab of rock had slid off the straight up and down cliff and you could climb around the rocks up into the back of the rock and slide off. When you looked up, you could see the stars in the daylight. There was one place where there was quite a pool of water and the maiden hair fern was growing there. IT was coming down and dipping it’s little leaves in the water. Never have I seen such a fern. Big stems of branched out and I had one of the boys wade over and pick me a branch of it. It was beautiful.

We stopped in a wide open place to eat our lunch. The water wasn’t very deep and there was plenty of dry places by the river where you could sit down and stretch out and rest while eating. I remember the kids. When they got there they were running around and having fun. As I tell about the Zion Narrows, you can’t imagine what it was like. But I can and I’m so glad that I went and saw that crack in the earth. When evening came, our leader, Baron Ashcroft (a teacher at Cedar City) decided that we better find a good place to spend the night. He found a place where we climbed up a ways along side of the river in a sandy area with a few quaking asp trees. Of course, I knew a little about sleeping in the sand, and if you take your sleeping bag and wiggle a place for your shoulders, so it’s a little deeper than your heels, it’s not bad. It’s quite uncomfortable. Mr. Ashcroft said we shouldn’t go to bed too early, so we laid in a group and sang songs and talked. At night it was very dark, but there was a little strip of sky above and maybe just a few stars. A big airplane flew over and we’d hear the roar, but they didn’t know about us way down in that crack, and of course, we couldn’t tell them. Finally we all went to bed and I got claustrophobia. Oh, that dark place way down there, but I knew what it was and I tried to calm myself. After a while, I went to sleep and had a good night’s rest in the sand.

We came out of the canyon near the road in the middle of the afternoon and we got in the cars with our wet legs and traveled home with a memory that would last all of our lives.

I guess the caves I visited are hikes, too. In New Zealand were some outstanding caves. One cave was like a crack in the earth, and we went down steps to get to the cave where there were rocks on each side. It was a pretty cave and quite interesting to go down all the steps and see the rocks and how the earth had cracked. In another part of the cave, there were stalactites and stalagmites on the lower level.

Another cave in New Zealand, not far from Auckland, was one with water in it. As we signed up to go in the cave, they told us that there were not children allowed, and we had to be really quiet, or the effect of the cave would be ruined. We climbed into little boats, and the man gently rowed into the cave. It was dark, but not too dark because all over the ceiling (it seemed like a dome ceiling) there were little lights that shined. We could see the people next to us, and all we could hear was the little splash of the oar as he pushed the boat out into the center of the cave. Now we were told that if we made a noise, if someone sneezed or yelled. These lights would go out and it would be pitch dark. It was the most interesting cave. They thought that little animals lived on the ceiling of the cave, and when they digested their food, it gave off a light, and that was the light that we saw in the cave.

A little experience happened when I was walking along talking to a guide. I said, “Have you ever been to Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico?’ He said, “O you blasted American! All you can do is brag”. That hurt my feelings because I think the New Zealand caves were very unique and very different, while the Carlsbad Caverns are just all the same.

When I went to the Carlsbad Caverns, I went with Jesse Larsen. We paid our money and joined a group. We walked down a big slide of earth, and there opened the cave. There were headlights all along the way and everything was so huge. Honestly, it was like Cache Valley but with a rocky sky. I don’t know if that’s why they call it “Carl’s bad Canyon: or not, but we walked about half a day and finally came to the bottom. It certainly was huge. We took and elevator to the mouth of it, so we didn’t have to climb that long, long trail when we went back to the top.

In the East, Molly Mortensen, Leo's daughter-in-law, took us to the Colossel Caves. Because I had been to the Carlsbad Caverns and the caves in New Zealand, I Was not too impressed with this cave. It wasn't as beautiful and it wasn't as big as some of the others. We walked and walked with the rocks over our heads and lights so we didn't stumble.

Another interesting cave I have been in is the Lehman Caves in Nevada. From Delta, we traveled to a little town called Baker, which is nearby. It's a national park, sot it is open every day of the year. A very nice guide took Leo, Virginia, and I through the cave. He told us all the names of the different parts of the cave, the stalactites , stalagmites, and when we came out, all of us could recite seven or so formations that we saw in the cave. It was beautiful and also very colorful. I think it was one of the most interesting caves I have ever been in.

The first trip I can remember as a little child, probably seven or eight years old, was to Bear Lake. We got in a two-seated buggy with a canvas top, and we had our grub box filled with food and dishes. We traveled by way of Blacksmith Fork Canyon through the dugway on a gravel road. We were always frightened to go down the dugway because it was so steep and narrow. We went past the big Devil Gate Hollow, and all the places up in the cottonwoods until we came to Hardware Ranch, where we stayed overnight. The next morning we got in the buggy and went to Bear Lake. Aunt Lucy and Uncle Ike went too, but the went in their two seated car. It was fun to be with them. Aunt Lucy had a baby who was on the bottle and we had to stop at farm houses along the way to get milk for the baby.

At about age nineteen, we went to Yellowstone Park. We went in the car with just part of the family. Aunt Luck and Uncle Ike also went in their car. We stopped on the way to pick up Aunt Julie, Allan and Weld. I was impressed, as we entered the park, with the great high pine trees on each side of the road. It was like the road had been cut into the great big forest. I remember sleeping in a tent and when we got up in the morning, the bear tracks were by the tent. I guess they were looking for food. I remember somebody took a close up picture of a bear.

Teenagers have a hard time, I think, because they think about themselves too much, and I felt like I was a little nobody and nobody cared for me. I didn't have any friends and I didn't really know how to be with people and enjoy them and they didn't know how to be with me. I remember praying and wondering one time why I didn't have a lot of friends. But Weld and I had lots of fun together on that trip. He was about my age. It was a relief to me when I got back home and was standing between the barn and the house when the thought came to me, "Well, that trip was an answer to your prayers. People do like you and you can like them and have fun.

I remember the many trips we took from Hyrum to Quincy and to Euphrata, Washington to see Blair and Rosella, and then to Moses Lake to see Rosalyn and Jack and their lovely families. At first we went through the Thousand Lake area to Washington on an oil road that went by pastures and through little towns. Later the roads became freeways and it was different to go over the hills instead of going down in the valleys and pastures. I was quite thrilled with the fast trip on the new freeway.

One of the most outstanding trips was the trip that has meant so much to me all the rest of my life. It did something for me. I was teaching sewing and a little art in St. George, and one day I read in the Relief Society Magazine about a group that was traveling to Europe to celebrate the centennial of taking the gospel to England. It was scheduled for the summer of 1937.

As I talked to a teacher that I worked with, she said, "Oh why don't you take that trip. I've been to Europe and it's just wonderful. You take it". So I wrote and got an application. When I W

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NIELSEN, David Osborn[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13]

NIELSEN, David Osborn^{[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13]}