grandchildren to rear in our home. She was fifty-six years of age at that time. My mother and her sisters and brother were kind and loving people. What a wonderful, close and loving family they were to one another. They all responded quickly to one another's problems in deaths, sicknesses, etc. When I was ten years of age, my grandmother. Mother's Mother Madeleine Malan Farley, passed away in Washington State while visiting her daughter Ida Farley Ferrin. Immediately all of the sisters met at Mother's excepting for Aunt Julia who lived in California. They all cooperated so harmoniously in making the Temple clothes to bury their mother in. I recall when Uncle Simeon passed away, he was brought in his casket to mother's home for the night prior to the funeral service at the Ogden 7th Ward the next day. Mother was a very hospitable person. Aunt Mary's and Uncle Charles' home was the headquarters for relatives on both Mother's and Dad's sides of the family as well as friends of the family, too. I remember well Arlin Marriott, Uncle Brigham's son, who was very ill being brought to our home and mother preparing a bed for him in the living room. His mother was in the East on some kind of convention. As his immediate family could not be contacted and the doctor who was called to our home said Arlin had spinal meningitis, it became necessary for Dad and Orion to take him to the hospital and hold him down as the doctor withdrew fluid from the spine. The illness was so serious that it took his life. It was determined that the cause of his illness was from diving and hitting his head. Relatives would often come unexpectedly. Mother was always kind and concerned about them. Sometimes they stopped in for a few days and often stayed for weeks. As I reflect back on those occasions, I marvel how she made beds for them, and prepared delicious meals with none of the modern conveniences as we have today such as refrigerators, electric or gas stoves. She just had a coal range to use. Dad's brother, Uncle Dave, came from California and stayed in his van on our property. Mother prepared bowl after bowl of mush for breakfast for Uncle David. When dad would return from work, he and Uncle Dave would spend hours reminiscing about their early years on the Marriott farms and their pranks played on others at Halloween, etc. Mother had a wonderful sense of humor which helped her on many occasions and endeared her to all who knew her. On one occasion in the evening she and her sister Jennie were sewing together laughing, joking and enjoying themselves. My father must have been curious as to what was going on. They became aware he was watching them through the transom (a long narrow window) above the door. This amused them even more as they pretended not to see him. What a tragedy it was for my mother and father to loose their