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  • Name Ann Elizabeth Carling 
    Born 23 May 1865  Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Female 
    Census 1870  Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Initiatory (LDS) 20 Nov 1878  SGEOR Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Census 1880  Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    FamilySearch ID KWN6-PLS 
    Died 12 Mar 1925  Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Buried 18 Mar 1925  Fillmore City Cemetery, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Person ID I199  mytree
    Last Modified 21 Sep 2014 

    Father Abraham Freer Carling,   b. 19 Aug 1837, Poughkeepsie, Dutchess, New York, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 2 Jan 1912, Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 74 years) 
    Mother Ann Elizabeth Ashman,   b. 20 Dec 1846, London, Middlesex, England Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 3 Oct 1925, Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 78 years) 
    Married 28 Sep 1862  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID F210  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Family Joseph Sinkler Giles,   b. 5 Apr 1833, Nottingham, Chester, Pennsylvania, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 5 Nov 1921, Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 88 years) 
    Married 31 Jan 1887  St. George, Washington, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    +1. Lou Giles,   b. 20 Nov 1884, Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 22 Sep 1959, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 74 years)  [Adopted]
    +2. Laura Giles,   b. 10 Nov 1887, Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 22 Jan 1926, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 38 years)
    +3. Florence Giles,   b. 21 Apr 1890, Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 9 Dec 1965, San Diego, San Diego, California, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 75 years)
    +4. Grover Abraham Giles,   b. 10 Sep 1892, Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 26 Nov 1974, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 82 years)
    Last Modified 20 Jan 2021 
    Family ID F199  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

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    Link to Google MapsBorn - 23 May 1865 - Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsCensus - 1870 - Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsInitiatory (LDS) - 20 Nov 1878 - SGEOR Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsCensus - 1880 - Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsMarried - 31 Jan 1887 - St. George, Washington, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsDied - 12 Mar 1925 - Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsBuried - 18 Mar 1925 - Fillmore City Cemetery, Millard, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
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  • Notes 
    • It must have been a cold day in London, England, on the twentieth day of December, in the year eighteen and forty-five, when the age old stork made his long expected visit to the home of John and Ann Wild Ashman, for the purpose of delivering their first born whom they afterwards christened Ann Elizabeth, and who in future years, through the hand of God, played so important a part in shaping the destiny of all other members of her family.

      Ann, as we shall call her for the sake of brevity, was a typical English lady, small of stature and in her later years inclined to be chubby. She possessed a strong, well-built and healthy body, that fitted her for the life of hardships and trials that she encountered. Her hair was dark and her eyes a greyish blue. She never used anything but pure soap and water to cleanse her skin and her face was clear and beautiful in her old age. She might honestly be christened the “Just so Lady” for it is safe to say that no one ever head her utter a slang phrase, tell an obscene joke or story, or perform an unladylike act. Her sincere facial expression revealed the characteristics of her inner soul. She was kind and considerate of others, always willing to give of self for the pleasure and well-being of others. She was generous, long-suffering and the very essence of patience and endurance. She was ambitious and devoted to her convictions.

      Ann’s early childhood was much the same as was other children of her age. Being the oldest of the family she was required to do the family errands. Every night just prior to the bedtime hour, it was her task to carry a jug to the little shop around the corner and get it filled with beer. It was English custom to indulge in a little snack of cake, cheese and beer before retiring for the night. Meals were served regularly at certain hours and tea was served between meals. Drinking tea was traditional with the English and Ann never abandoned the habit until in her declining years. She never made tea or coffee for her children.

      Many times she stood on the sidewalks with the crowds and watched the queen pass down the street in her elaborate carriage drawn by fine horses. The queen greeted her subjects with a smile and nodded her pretty head from one side to the other as she proceeded along the street.

      We find Ann now at the age of seven working in a lace factory. Her father hired a man to come to the home every morning at six o’clock to awaken the family. He carried with him a long stick with a knob on one end, and with it he knocked on the windows to arouse them. Ann knew at the sound of the knock that it was time to arise and make preparations to go to work. After eating two slices of bread and molasses and drinking a cup of weak tea, she was off to the factory for the day. Many times the fog was so dense that it was difficult to see her way. She carried a lunch with her and was given time to eat at noon, then she was back to work for the remainder of the day. She continued working at the factory until she was sixteen years of age.

      By this time Mormon Elders from America had made their way into England and were vigorously proselyting. They had contacted Ann’s father, John Ashman, and had converted him to Mormonism. Prior to this time all of the family were members of the Methodist church, and John had done the preaching during the absence of the regular minister. After becoming interested in Mormonism and while preaching in the Methodist church he injected into his sermon some of the Mormon doctrine. The congregation rose in mass and attempted to mob him. He ran from the church, through bushes and brambles and over fences with the mob close on his heels. He finally reached a cemetery and hid behind a tombstone and in this way evaded the mob. He reached home in the wee hours of the morning.. His clothing was torn and his body scratched and bruised. He joined the Mormons and eagerly attended their meetings.

      Many times his daughter, Ann Elizabeth, accompanied him to the Mormon meetings and she too became interested. Ann’s mother, Ann Wild Ashman, was reluctant to join the Mormons and it was some time before she became converted. After her conversion her home was always a haven for the elders.

      John’s greatest ambition now was to get his family to America and to Zion. His greatest obstacle was to convert his wife to the same idea. She could not be reconciled to the thoughts of leaving her home, her people and her friends, and going to a foreign country. John finally conceived a plan to send Ann Elizabeth to America, thinking her mother would want to follow. In time his plan matured and all arrangements were made for Ann Elizabeth to go to America. She had saved her meager earnings, having hidden them under a rug in the upstair-room where she slept. This money would help pay her transportation charges. She had done some serious thinking concerning Mormonism and it happened one morning while she and her sister Isabell were lying in bed, in an upstair-room to which the stairway led, that they experienced something in the nature of a vision. Two men dressed in long white robes entered the room by way of the stairs. One of the men held a book in one hand and a light in the other. The light was brighter than any they had ever seen. The girls immediately related the incident to their father. He told them that from their description of the book that it must have been the Book of Mormon, and that in his opinion the light was the light of Mormonism. This proved the determining factor to Ann concerning the truthfulness of Mormonism. She now accepted whole-heartedly her father’s plan to send her to America. She was now sixteen years of age and was tired of the noisy hum-drum of the factory, which by this time had become almost unbearable. The very thought of being released from it and the prospects of going to America filled her heart with joy.

      Her parents placed her in care of Reuben McBride, a young Mormon missionary who was returning to America and who promised to care for her until her parents could find a way to come to America as their financial status did not justify making the voyage at the time. It was planned for her to live with his folks and work for her board and keep until her own folks arrived.

      When the time for parting came, to leave home, folks, friends, and her native land was not an easy thing for Ann to do. As the ship left Liverpool docks and sailed from sight the last thing Ann saw was her mother standing on the docks weeping.

      On the morning after Easter Sunday, in the year eighteen hundred and sixty-two, Ann Elizabeth, with her soul craving for freedom and adventure, and with an abiding faith in God, set sail from Liverpool, England, in search of her Promised Land.

      She sailed on the ship “John J. Boyd” April 23, under direction of James S. Brown. There were seven hundred and one souls on board. They landed in New York harbor some six weeks later.

      For Ann it had been a long and tedious voyage, with sea-sickness, homesickness and insufficient food. Her mother had given her plenty of good food to last during the journey and had made an especially nice pillow for her to use while on the ship, but in the excitement of the moment the pillow had been forgotten.

      Ann’s girl friend and the girl friend’s grandmother were passengers on the ship, and invited Ann to eat with them. The grandmother suggested that they eat Ann’s food first. To this Ann agreed but after her food supply was exhausted she did not fare so well. The grandmother held back the best food to eat when Ann was absent.

      She was very sick and discouraged and thought to herself: “Here I am, far from home and sick and not even a pillow on which to lay my head.” This experience taught her the truth in the saying “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”

      After their arrival in New York Ann and her girl friend went shopping. They each purchased a broad-rim hat, a pair of gloves and a veil. Ann did not wear the veil and after she came to Fillmore she used it to cover the face of her first-born when she took him to be blessed. In those days during fly season it was customary for mothers to use a veil or mosquito bar over the baby’s face to protect it from the flies while sleeping.

      A company of saints, of which Ann was a member, was made up to cross the plains. While crossing the plains she met Abraham Freer Carling who was one of the teamsters. Her wagon was third one from Abe’s in the train. Their meeting touched off a romance, for the moment her eyes met his he knew she was the girl for him.

      Before Abe started on the journey across the plains to bring in the immigrants, while herding sheep in the mountains east of Fillmore, and while camping alone, he had a dream. In his dream he saw Ann and many times the writer has heard him tell his dream and how beautiful she looked. When he met her on the plains he immediately recognized her as the girl of his dream. He took special interest in Ann while crossing the plains and whenever the opportunity came he would invite her to ride in his wagon. This spared her the necessity of trudging many a mile of dusty trek beneath the sweltering and oppressive heat of a July sun. They must have had ample opportunity for courting, perhaps while sitting on the wagon tongue, or in the rosy glow of the campfire when the train of wagons circled at night, or maybe while plucking sego lilies and Indian paint-brushes along the way, for by the time the train reached Salt Lake City they were engaged to be married.

      One can imagine the perfect setting for a courtship, while traveling over long stretches of green grassy meadows at pink of dawn, through mountain glens, beside blue lakes and crystal mountain stream, to find themselves enveloped in a maze of flaming autumn colors drenched in light from the gorgeous western sunsets, or camping in the mellow light of a harvest moon.

      The train arrived in Salt Lake City on September twenty-seventh and they, with two other couples, were married the following day. Bishop Edward Hunter performed the marriage ceremony.

      When they reached Salt Lake, Ann’s shoes were worn out and she owed forty dollars immigration fee. Abe bought a pair of shoe for her and paid her immigration fee.

      Ann was happy now in the thought of having a home for her folks to come to when they arrived from England.

      While crossing the plains she had other suitors. One of her admirers tried in every way to induce her to forsake Abe and marry him. He told her if she married Abe and they had any children they would all be bald headed like their dad. Abe lost all of his hair, eyebrows and lashes when but a boy of seventeen. They never grew again and he, being a proud man, suffered the embarrassment of going through life bald-headed.

      Ann, without the slightest hesitation, informed her suitor that her heart was set on Abe and that she would marry him even if she knew all of their children would be bald-headed.

      Then by the campfire’s ruddy glow
      In mellow moonlight gleaming,
      She pledged her hand and heart of gold
      To a teamster proudly beaming.

      Down through the willowed country lanes
      Where meadowlarks were trilling
      They went together hand in had
      Their dreams of youth fulfilling.

      After they were married they journeyed to Fillmore to make their home. When they went through the Endowment House and she saw the robes they wore, she knew them to be like the robes worn by the two men of her vision. This was a testimony to her that temple marriage was right.

      While crossing the plains someone volunteered to let Ann ride a horse. Thinking this would be great sport as well as a new experience she accepted. In good sportsmanship she mounted the horse. This was her first experience with a horse and she knew nothing about handling it. It ran away with her and she might have been killed had not someone in the train ahead stopped it.

      Ann had three living sisters: Harriet, Isabella, and Ellen, also a brother John.

      After Ann left for America the chief concern of her parents was how to get the remainder of the family to America. Her father had great faith that some way would be provided. It happened that Ann’s mother’s uncle passed away leaving a small fortune. Her mother inherited a part of the fortune which was sufficient to bring the other members of the family to America.

      Abe was one of the first land-owners in Fillmore. He took up a city lot in the north western part of town and forty acres of land in the old field. Before the Ashmans came from England he had taken up land across the street from his, that they might have a place on which to build a home when they arrived from England.

      Ann’s first home was a one-room lumber shack with a dirt roof and floor. This was the home to which she welcomed her family. Two year had elapsed since she left her homeland, little dreaming that she was leaving it forever. Two years had elapsed since she saw her people. The day she carried her one-year old baby John over to the bridge on north main street to meet her people was a happy day for all.

      She had seen some hazardous times, having to stay alone when of necessity Abe had to be away, and the day her people came marked a red-letter day in her life.

      Two of Ann’s children were born in her first home. Then Abe cut, hewed and hauled from the mountains east of Fillmore, the logs from which their permanent home was built. It consisted of one very large room with a fireplace in the north end and a stairway which led to the attic. The attic was partitioned and used for bedrooms. Later a long lumber room was built on the back with a full length porch on either side. Still later this log room was covered with siding and painted white. A small porch was also added on the west. Christian Hanson and Abe built the log room. No nails were used in the building. The logs were put together with wooden pins. It was built about eighteen-hundred and sixty-five or six. Ann was the mother of fifteen children and this little cottage was all the home they knew while they were single. They raised thirteen children to maturity.

      A great sorrow came into her life when she lost in death her nine-year-old son, Edward Ashman Carling. Nine months to the day later she lost her year-old baby, Lehi.
      She was a good cook and always fed her family well. She always said that it was cheaper to buy food than medicine. Though she had this large family of children she always said that she did not have one to spare.

      In her declining years she lost in death two daughters, Sarah Ellen and Emeline. Their deaths were but three days apart. Sarah Ellen left a family of seven children and her baby was ten days old. Emeline left a family of eight children including a baby but one hour old. Later she lost another daughter, Elizabeth C. Giles. Three daughters and two sons preceded her in death.

      The names of Ann’s children follows: John, Ann Elizabeth, Abraham Freer Jr., Sarah Ellen, Emeline, George, Joseph, Franklin, Harriet, Edward Ashman, Ernest, Katherine Keaton, Isabel, Elmer, and Lehi. She was awarded the prize at a public party for having had the largest family.

      This family was a perfect example of Family Solidarity. They all lived in Fillmore, married, and owned their own homes. George moved away shortly before he passed away. They are all buried in the Fillmore cemetery. In July, 1959, there are three members still living: Joseph, Franklin and Isabel.

      Ann must have been one of God’s choice spirits for he gave to her a very choice talent, that of a beautiful singing voice. Her rich, sweet alto voice was one fit to challenge the angels of heaven. Every member of her family could sing.

      In eighteen sixty-four William Beeston was called by Brigham Young to Fillmore to take over the music of the ward. Upon his arrival he organized a ward choir. Ann and her mother were charter members of this pioneer choir and were faithful members for over forty years. Four of Ann’s daughters and one son were members of this choir.

      There were no paved roads or sidewalks at that time and Ann and her mother would walk through slush and mud in spring and deep snow in winter to attend practice which was held Thursday night of each week.

      The example set by this group of singers, by their devotion to public service would be difficult to excel. They sang at church every Sunday, at all funerals, on patriotic programs and in fact on all special occasions. They received an invitation to sing at the dedication of the Salt Lake Temple in the spring of 1893. They contributed richly to the artistic and cultural phase of life in the wilderness.

      Ann often sang special parts. This group constituted a main social group and often held picnics together and went caroling at Christmas time.

      Upon one occasion they went Christmas caroling and stopped at the Bishop’s home and sang for him. It was far from their intentions to enter any home, but as soon as they finished singing Bishop Callister came to the door and insisted that they go in.

      It happened that Ann’s shoes were unfit for wear and she had worn Abe’s shoes to practice, with no intention of going any other place. She had also taken her baby with her. When the other members of the group went inside the house, she could do nothing else but go along, notwithstanding her embarrassment. She tried to avoid being conspicuous and lingered along at the end of the line. To her utter dismay the Bishop drew a chair up close to the fire and said: “Sister Carling, come right up here with the baby” and in Ann’s own words: “So I had to go clomp, clomp, clomp up to the front in my big shoes.” Ann was very proud and this was an embarrassing situation.

      Three of her favorite songs were: Gentle Annie; Snow: and The Cottage by the Sea. These were also family group songs that were always sung at family parties. Following are the words to “The Cottage by the Sea.”

      Childhood days now pass before me
      Forms and scenes of long ago.
      Like a dream they hover o’er me,
      Calm and bright as evening glow.
      Days that knew no shade or sorrow
      When my heart was pure and free
      Joyfully hailed each coming morrow
      In the cottage by the sea.
      Joyfully hailed each coming morrow
      In the cottage, the cottage by the sea.

      Fancy sees the rose tree twining
      Round the old and rustic door,
      And below the wild beach shining
      Where we gathered shells of yore.
      Yes, my mother’s gentle warning
      As she took me on her knee
      And I feel again life’s morning
      In the cottage by the sea.
      And I feel again life’s morning
      In the cottage, the cottage by the sea.

      What, though years have rolled before me
      Though ‘mid fairer scenes I roam
      Though I ne’er shall cease to love thee
      Childhood’s dear and happy home
      And when life’s long days are closing
      Oh! How happy it would be
      On some faithful breast reposing
      In the cottage by the sea.
      On some faithful breast reposing
      In the cottage, the cottage by the sea.

      Ann and her sister-in-law, Lizzie Ashman, sang the foregoing song on a twenty-fourth of July program when Ann was nearing her eightieth birthday. Their voices were clear and beautiful. This was Ann’s last public appearance as a singer.

      The older members of the community never cease to speak of her beautiful alto voice and her long and faithful service to the community.
      One winter evening while the writer was in her home compiling this history she was called to the telephone by Frank H. Partridge. He said upon that occasion that the most beautiful singing he had ever heard was done by Ann and Lizzie Ashman. This was seventeen years after Ann had passed away and still he had not forgotten.

      Many years ago patriarch Peter L. Brunson promised Ann that for her faithfulness and long years of service as a singer in Israel, that she would always have a member of her posterity to carry on in the same field. Today, in nineteen hundred and fifty-nine, this prophecy has been fulfilled.

      In her declining years she often sat in her rocking chair on the porch of her humble cottage. As the last long rays of the dying summer sun forsook the tall peaks of the Pahvants and surrendered to a deepening twilight, as it filtered through the leafy locus trees and cast its darkened shadows across her furrowed brow, she would sing to her children and grandchildren the old sweet songs of her youth.

      She was a charter member of the Fillmore Ward Female Relief Society for over sixty years and a faithful worker all her life. Even when unable to attend during her last months on earth she continued the payment of her monthly dues to the last. She was a visiting teacher for many years.

      Ann made her own yeast and did all of her baking. Sometimes the Indians would come begging during her absence. The children were frightened and would give them about everything they asked for. They were very cheeky and asked for everything they saw. Many times Ann would have only enough bread for supper, and would come home to find that the children had given the last bread to the Indians. This would necessitate her having to make a fire and bake bread for the evening meal.

      Every Saturday the house was thoroughly cleaned for Sunday. Cupboards were cleaned, all the dishes washed, the floors scrubbed, the sweeping and dusting done and ample food prepared for the Sunday meals. The children’s shoes were shined and placed in a row ready for Sunday School and their clothes made ready. It was always Abe’s and Ann’s desire that their children attend church on the Sabbath; although as the children grew older, they sometimes failed to adhere to their parents’ teachings.

      Whenever Ann and Abe went on a pleasure trip it was a very short one. They either gathered up the widows of the neighborhood and drove to Cedar Springs (Holden), to Corn Creek (Kanosh), or to some other town to conference or went to the farm to review the crops. Their conveyance was always the lumber wagon. It could never be a private affair for the reason that for blocks away one could hear the rumble of the wagon wheels.

      I believe they were supremely happy even more so than many people are today who drive in the finest of cars. They lived lives that demanded happiness. They were poor in one sense yet wealthy in another, yet independent. Their family was always well-fed, even though many times they lacked the cash to buy the things they could not raise.

      Abe was a great hand in obtaining the choicest fruits and berries. They always had an abundance of fruit. At that time the art of bottling fruit and vegetables had not been developed so in order to have fruit for the winter it was necessary to dry the excess supply.

      Ann and her daughters would sit for hours and weeks peeling, coring and stoning fruit for drying. When the flush of fruit came on, every scaffold available was strewn with fruit and many times the roof of the house was used as a scaffold.

      At the end of the season many bags were filled. Ann was always happy when she had more dried fruit than the family needed for she would sell it for cash to buy shoes and other school clothes for the children.

      Patriarch Peter L. Brunson was one of her regular customers. He lived in Grass Valley where no fruit was grown. He used to say that Ann’s dried fruit was the cleanest and best that he could buy. She sold it for from one-and-one-half to five cents per pound. Peeled fruit was worth more, and apples and apricots were worth more per pound. Pattowattome plums grew along the south fence line. The children used to gather them and dry them. Fish peddlers often came from West Millard and the plums were traded for fish for the family.

      Kerosene lamps were used and the oil was sold by the gallon at the stores. Care must be exercised to see that the lamps were not tipped over and cause a fire. Occasionally this did happen but fortunately there was no burnout.

      Ann traded eggs to the store in exchange for groceries. The children were always interested when a basket of eggs was sold for Ann always put in two or three extra for candy.

      Abe always raised a patch of sugar cane on his farm and in the fall the cane was taken to the sorghum mill and made into molasses. Molasses was used in making cakes in place of sugar. It was also used in making preserve. Ann sometimes made a four or five-gallon jar full of molasses preserve. It had to be kept in a cool place and used before it spoiled because she had no way of sealing it.

      Abe once sent a beautiful beef into Salt Lake to trade for groceries. When they got returns, prices were so high, that he could almost carry in his hands the groceries he received in return.

      Late-September peaches grew along the north fence line and were always referred to as squaw peaches. Every fall the squaws would come with their cone shaped baskets on their backs and gather the peaches.

      At harvest time Abe always stacked the grain at home. The children always looked forward to threshing time. There was a lot of excitement when news came that the threshers were coming. When the huge red threshing machine pulled into the yard with the horsepower machine and all the horses and men, there was real commotion both inside and out. A number of men were required to operate the machine and wherever they threshed they ate. The girls and Ann were busy in the house preparing the big meal. The kitchen was loaded with good food for the hungry men. In case the machine broke down the men had to be fed until repairs were made and threshing resumed. Everyone was anxious to know how great the yield.

      As soon as the threshing was over people from far and near came with bed ticks under their arms to get them filled with straw for the winter, and to replenish the straw under their carpets.

      All the children of the neighborhood gathered to watch the operation and to have a roll on the fresh new straw stack. Ann’s bed ticks were always filled to the limit. Sometimes they were so full and so round that it was difficult to stick onto them. Often the occupant would find himself off on the floor in the middle of the night. However, before the spring came the straw would be mashed almost to a powder.

      The boys would play marbles on the home-made carpet in the winter and where the strips were joined the toes of their shoes would break the threads and Ann was kept busy sewing up the holes to keep the straw from poking through.

      General house-cleaning was done regularly spring and fall. It was general knowledge in the neighborhood also when house cleaning was in progress. All the furniture was carried out onto the porch or in the yard to protect it from the dust of the straw used under the carpet and to make room for Ann’s father who was always on hand with his bucket of lime to whitewash the bare log walls and the factory ceiling.

      Abe always kept a few cows to eat the hay that he raised on the farm. Ann often sold milk to the neighbors for two and one-half cents per quart. She sold home-made butter for twenty cents per pound. At Easter time eggs sold many times for seven and one-half cents per dozen.

      Ann’s mother had a pocket well which was filled with fresh water every morning during well water time, which was before the people turned the cattle out to drink. A small house was built over the well and shelves were made for storing things. In summer time the family drinking water was carried across the street from her mother’s well. The butter was also placed in a wooden bowl and covered with a wet cloth and green grape leaves. It was then placed on the water to float and to keep it cool.

      All the culinary water was carried from a ditch which ran several yards west of the house. Many times floods came in summer and melting snow from the mountains in the spring made the water roily and unfit for use. In such case hard-wood ashes were used to clear it. Often large barrels were partly filled with gravel, then filled to the top with water. A tap was placed at the bottom side of the barrel and as the water filtered through the rocks it cleared and was drawn off clear through the tap at the bottom of the barrel. Sometimes a cactus, commonly known as the prickley pear was placed in the water to clear it.
      When a rain came buckets and tubs were placed under the eves of the house to catch the water. Rain water was considered especially good for washing the hair as well as for washing clothes.

      All the washing for this huge family had to be done on the old fashioned washboard and Ann’s oldest children tell of how they used to have to go to bed while their clothes were washed.

      All of her children were taught to work and all of them went out on their own as soon as they were old enough.

      It was a happy day when at last Ann could have a washing machine. She and her daughter Emeline shared one together. It was a second-hand machine and hand-operated. Still it was a labor-saver and the boys could help operate it.

      During the time of no doctors nor morticians in Fillmore, Ann spent much of her time among the sick of the community. Many times she went into homes where contagions lurked to sit through the night with the sick.

      When the children sensed the carbolic acid odor and saw her clothing hanging on the clothes line, they knew where she had spent the night.

      Her home was always central for the neighborhood, both young and old.

      She owned a spinning wheel and did a great deal of spinning and knitting for her family. Her hands were never idle. She knitted winter stockings for her huge family and spent many days spinning yarn for the first suit of clothes Abe ever wore.

      She contributed yarn, rags, cash and labor for the first carpets and quilts made by the Relief Society of Fillmore. She contributed to the aid of the people South on the Muddy who had their homes and goods destroyed by fire. She also contributed to the Emigration Fund to aid the people of foreign countries to emigrate to America.

      She lived a widow for seventeen years, and her character was beyond reproach. Her watchword to her family was: “Stick together.” She was truly a devoted wife and mother and her door was always open to the many friends who came to partake of her hospitality. She loved America and many times expressed herself as having no regrets for having left her native land.

      She passed away in Fillmore, October third, nineteen-hundred and twenty-nine and was buried October sixth at the foot of the Pahvant hills in the Fillmore Cemetery.

      She has left a numerous posterity, many of whom are filling positions of trust in the world today. They have every reason to be proud of the heritage she has left them. She was devoted to her family and to her lofty ideals. Her posterity can do well to follow her worthy example as an ideal mother and faithful Latter-Day Saint.