Dorothy Norwood Richard S. Norwood pic 1811-97 1832-1901 carolina 32 done My father came to Utah, one of the first pioneers in 1847, and settled in big Cotton wood near salt lake then moveu to Morgan in 1860. My sister Adelia was born in Cotton Wood in the year 1859. I, myself, was born at Morgan two years later, May 13, 1861. There was no town, just a few families below where Morgan is now. I remember my folks telling about it. I have heard them tell the names of their neighbors and what good neighbors they were. These were Daniel Bull, Charles Turner, Robert Hogg, Mr. Thurston, Richar Fry and Mr. Lamb. If there were any more I no remember hearing them say. when I was one year old my folks moved to porterville. My father took up land at what they call Norwood hollow. he at one time owned all of that place. It is now owned by Mrs. James Kippin. He also owned several acres in the little settlement of porterville. We lived there several years and had no stove to cook on. We had a fire place, and i remember we had no matches to start our fire but would bank the coals up with ashes, but sometimes it would go out and then we would go with a shovel to our more fortunate neighbors and borrow fire. i do not know what we would have done if my mother had not made our own cloth. She would take the wool, after it was sheared from the sheep, and would wash it and dry it and then pick every fleece with her hands and sprinkle it with a little butter, then send it to the carding mill out to the other valley. They would card it in long rolls, about as Iong as our arm. We would put it on a spindle and turn a big wheel and draw it out as we twisted it and when it was twisted enough we would roll it on the spindle until it was full and then wind it off in skeins. My sister, Sarah, and myself have spun hundreds of those skeins. I was only eleven years old when I began. I began at two skeins a day, but after I got older it was four skeins a day, and then we could play or do as we liked until milking time. My mother would then dye the yarn. We didn't have dye like we have now. we children would go out and gather bark and weeds to boil and make some of the colors. We used to have what they call Indago, and there was a certain way of coloring with that. She would dip it in the blue water and then in some chamber lye she would have prepared, and it would be a beautiful blue. She woald then put in the loam some cotton warp, if it was colored cloth she would have to color the warp too, but for blankets and under garments she would put in plain white. We would do the spinning in the summer in an open front place for we only had one room to live in in the winter and had no room for a wheel, but I have seen my mother weave in that same place when she would be so cold she would have to get an old iron kettle and fill it with live coals and put it under the loam as close to her feet as possible. I remember the time when we had no flour but what father ground in a mill by hand. The neighbors would also come and grind, for my folks were free hearted and so were all. They would help each other. Many times we children had but one dress, and mother would but us to bed early on Saturday night and wash our clothes and hang them around the fire place to dry ana would sit up nearly all night to dry them so we could have clean clothes for Sunday. At Christmas we would have a rag doll or something home-made, and mother used to make mollasses candy or rnollasses cakes in the shape of boys and girls, Lots of the settlement children would come and hollow Christmas gift, and they nearly always got something. One Christmas we had no goodies and my mother felt so bad she cried, but she had a piece of alum and gave them a bit of that and they went away pleased. My father was a shoe cobbler, and the only shoes we had were old ones picked up and made nearly as good as new but rude looking. I remember after we moved on the farm, we children would go to Sunday school some times bare footed, but if we was lucky enough to have a pair of shoes, we would walk bare footed until we got nearly to town and then put them on. This was to save them from wearing out. My father had two families and sometimes we would not have much. A very little schooling we got as we had to pay for ourselves and with so many he could not send us very much. My father's first wife had seven children, and my mother had eleven. They were all raised to manhood and womanhood except two. before they came to Morgan County they were often hungry and nothing to eat for days except greens and sage roots. After my father accumulated a pretty good herd of sheep and cattle he was a very religious man md when they started the United Order he moved into the southern part of utab and pat his all in that order, and in two years he had very Little left when the order broke up. My father died at the age of 85 or 86. Then my mother moved back to Porterville and she died at the age of 69. father was nearly thirty years older than my mother. I remember when only a child of fighting grass hoppers. We had forty acres of wheat and all we got was ten bushel. Father would dig trenches around one side of the grain field and fill them full. Mother and the whole family worked trying to keep them back. we would take gunny sacks and scare them in this trench. We lost nearly everything. Our gardens would be cleaned out in a few hours. Brother Charles Turner spoke at my mother's funeral at porterville and he told about those times and told of my mother's cooking his wedding supper and all she had to serve to the wedding was old fashioned sargum. when a was big enough I learned to braid straw and we made all our own hats. we had no soap but what mother made. we would fill a big vox with wood ashes and put Water on it and have a hole so it could run out. when it came out it would be strong lye but could only make soft soap with it, but it seemed like we were more united than today with all we have. by Mrs. Dorothy Norwood Criddle Marker