JULIA AGUSTA FARLEY MOORE MILLER Written by MADELEINE MARRIOTT HARROP, Julia's niece My mother's sister, Julia Agusta Farley Moore Miller, was a delightful person. She had a personality that was full of determination and a clever sense of humor. At 16 years of age, she married James Moore. On her wedding night, her husband proceeded to get in bed with her. She promptly told him to leave or she would go back home. Well, he must have been a special an patient husband because they had many children. Their sons were Orville, Frank, Chester, Julius and Ike, named after his grandfather Isaac. The three daughters were Virginia, May, and Lettie. Julia was heartbroken when her husband died at an early age. She also lost a daughter, Virginia, when Virginia was in her early teen-age years. Through her sorrows, she was plucky and determined to keep the family together until they were grown. After the children reached maturity and most were married, through a mutual friend, the Smouths, she was introduced to Arthur James Miller Jr., who was a widower. He and Aunt Julia had much in common belonging to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. They were married and moved to Huntington Park, California. A picture of the two of them together, taken at this time, revealed that she was an exceptionally beautiful woman. She was in her thirties at the time. During their married life. Aunt Julia's children were always concerned about the welfare of Julia and Arthur. In their later years, their son Frank lived in a small home next door to his mother and Arthur. He and the family members were most attentive to their needs and took them on many interesting places in the Los Angeles area. Julia and Arthur lived in California all of their lives and both of them died at home in California. Uncle Arthur was a most likeable and entertaining man. He accepted Julia's children as if they were his own and truly was a wonderful husband and stepfather to her children. They visited Utah occasionally. One time the relatives took Aunt Julia and Uncle Arthur to Lagoon. He was such a good sport. He got in the large, revolving barrel, Uncle Arthus was over 6 feet tall. For a few minutes all we could see were arms and legs. Soon he caught on to balancing himself and walked out like a pro. Very often he would beg Julia to be sealed to him. And she would say: "You have a wife sealed to you, and I am going to be sealed to Jim" showing her undying love and affection for her first husband and father of her children. My mother, Mary, lost a son, Darius at age ten. This was during World War I. Aunt Julia had invited mother, my sister Ida, and myself for a visit with her. Dad and our other brothers thought mother should take the opportunity to be with Julia to help ease the sorrow. One night when Mother thought we girls were asleep, I could hear her crying softly.