Jane Patterson Brough no 4 this has been read done Jane Patterson brough was born in Scotland, April 12, 1830. At the age of twelve years she was left an orphan. She made her way to England and on November 9, 1851 she was married to Thomas Brough of Sonton Staff, England; they joined the church in an early; they immigrated to America 1856, resideing in Madison Councy Illisois, eight years, then corssed the plains with an ox team, the journey taking eleven weeks to accomplish. They settled in Porterville, Morgan County in Ocvtober, 1864. They had six children, the youngest being three months; one having died in infancy. There were only two or three log cabins in the town; it was too late that season to build one so the husband dug a hole in the hillside and made a dug-out, covered it with a sod roof and the family lived in that 1 ½ years. They could get no flour at that time as there was no mill within twenty-five miles and deep snow prevented them reaching it; they had a little wheat and the children took turns grinding it through a coffee mill; the mother made bread of the whole thing; the family subsisted on it until spring; it was surely whole wheat bread. The next year the father made brick out of the clay in the hillside and built them a house, which they enjoyed after spending 1 ½ years in a dirt home. Another child was born to them in 1866, making seven in all, two boys and five girls; the husband took up land, built houses, made brick and helped in the improvement of the town. He was a mason and carpenter and was, therefore, very useful in a pioneer country. He was a very industrious man and made the deseret blossom like a rose. In the spring of 1882 one Monday morning he went to sow grain in the field; he was sowing by hand, as there were no drills in those days, when he was taken suddenly ill with a pain in his bowels. He suffered terribly with it until the following Saturday, when he passed away. It was called inflammation of the bowels, those days; these days they call it appendicitis. I don’t think there was aa doctor in that vicinity but hot fomentations were applied and all done to make him comfortable, but he passed to his reward, May 6, 1882. He was Bishop of Porterville ward nine years; he was a man of sterling integrity, upright in his dealings with his fellowmen, unwavering in his faith in the Gospel; he was a faithful husband and a kind father. He called his children to his bedside and blessed them one by one as Jacob of old, charged them to be honest and virtuous; he remarked, “We fear death, but O, how sweet! I am going with the armor of righteousness on, and will soon take up my labors again.” He also gave full instructions as to his funeral. After the death of her husband, Jane P. Brough, resigned herself to her condition and made the best of it; all her children being married except Emily and Allice, the two younger daughters. She was always an ambitious woman and worked hard to keep up her home and support her children; she was a successful nurse. She devoted her life to the service of others, and any time, day, or night she would go when called upon, often times through inclement weather and severe storm and cold to wait upon and comfort the sick; she was a noble minded, hospitable, benevolent woman, believing that it was better to give than to receive. The sick had unwavering faith in her skill and would remark, “If sister Brough will come I know I’ll get well.” She dectored with simple herbs that she grew in the garden and when called upon a case would to her herb sasks to and take a little of this and a little of that; she had herbs with which she could break a fever, and some she used for pneumonia, etc. she made a canker medicine from wild grage root, willow bark, honey, etc., that excelled any canker medicine that could be bought; the merits of her canker medicine were known far and wide. She passed through the hardships of the early settlement of Porterville and during the grasshopper war. I often heard her say the people were united in their poverty and would share the last crust with each other. She said a wedding dance was held in their little town; they danced until morn ing on a dirt floor, and their refreshments were potatoe pie with bran crust; they had one giddler, and they were all happy. If one got a sack of flour they would always share it with orthers. She practiced nursing twenty-five years among the people. She never thought of remuneration, only that she might help suffering humanity; she would attend a woman and baby nine days for three dollars; and ten take a load of wood, a sack of wheat, or a little pig, anything she could use around the house; many, many cases she attended free of charge. The comforting blessed hours she spent with the sick none but her Heavenly Father knew. She needs no slab of granite to her grave as she lives in the hearts of the people she werved so long; she was a widow twenty-one years and battled with life’s problems alone. She was strictly economical and everything around her home showed industry; she kept up her home, and at her dath, she owed not a cent to anybody. She was perfectly aware of her approaching end for weeks before. She settled up all her affairs; had her burial clothes mad; saw, handled, and admired them; ordered her coffin made by a good carpenter of redwood with silver handles; she wanted her son to bring it home and let her see it, but the family thought that was too much; she gave instructions as to her fuhneral, and died within twenty-four hours of the time she set. She was a diligent temple worker and spent much of the latter years of her life redeeming her dead; she was a faithful relief society worker. For days before she died, she had her little notions brought to her bed and divided them among her large family, seeing that every little grandchild had something as a keep-sake; she admonished her children to be upright and honorable during their lives. She, herself, was a strict observer of God’s Commandments; her family were all in good standing in the Churgh; her sons holding prominient positions in the priesthood. As her children stood around the bed waiting for the end to come she told them that her mother and husband had come to escort her to her haven of rest, then she fell asleep. That sleep that knows no awakening until the resurrection of the just. She died on August 6, 1903 at the age of 73; her remains rest beside those of her husband on the little grave hill at Porterville, morgan county. Peace be to her ashes. By…… Emily Brough.