coffin that his father made in the Milton Cemetery. This was another sad day to bury their youngest child. It brought back memories of baby Adolph Gotfred buried so far away in their native Norway. John worked hard, learned the English language, and received his naturalization papers on September 6, 1882. The whole family enjoyed music and they continued to practice their old world traditions for Christmas and other holidays. John also built himself a tailor shop and was well known for tailoring men's suits and clothing for people throughout the valleys. The tailor shop was a sturdy log building and was located across the street from his brick house, where it was accessible to the public. Over the years, the Anderson family had acquired short of three hundred acres located from the Weber River bottoms to the mountain area and all the flat land in between that could be irrigated. It was hard work putting up fences, plowing irrigation ditches and dealing with the weather's harshness. Much trial and error went into learning to irrigate farmland. It was a new concept to them from farming in their native Norway which had abundant rainfall and many large bodies of water, but soon learned that mountain streams near their home dried up in late summer when the snow pack melted. One Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us logetiie: similarity to their native land was the high, j; Utah mountains covered in snow. For recreation during the winter, they made homemade skis from planks of wood and made runs down the hillsides near their home. All hard work was done with teams of horses, scrapers, and crude mechanics. They discovered the land was hard to farm because of gumbo clay and brush. When John was fifty-one years old, he contracted cancer and passed away on March 11,1891. This left Gunhild a young widow just fifty years old, distraught with grief at the loss of her two little sons, and now her husband. Gunhilda was a proper lady and taught her children to be honest and trustworthy. She was strong willed and a determined woman, and learned to manage the farm with the help of her son, Heber, who was twenty years old, and Will, now fourteen. Her son, Heber Franklin, never married and lived with his mother until her death. She continued to acquire more property with many deeds signed by her and purchased with the money she gained from the farm. One hot day in August of 1912, Gunhilda was walking from her son Will's home back to her own home when she fainted. The Welch Mortuary said she died of "heart failure" and the cost for the mortuary expenses was $120.00 and was listed as "Paid." 61© - Keturah Eliza Button Andrews (Indian Descendant) My grandmother, Keturah Button Andrews, was a trim built woman with large, dark, compelling, kind eyes. She was a woman of great strength of character. Grandma Andrews stayed at home much of the time. She was a great reader. When she spoke, there was meaning in her words. Said Aunt Hattie, "One day I put on my prettiest new dress. 'How do I look?' I asked her, to which grandma replied, 'If you always behave as well as you look, you will be alright.'" Keturah was born on December 12, 1810, in Otisco, Onondaga, New York State. She was the daughter of Zebulon Button and Olive Cheney Button. Keturah had some Indian blood in her veins. How much or from whence it came, still remains somewhat of a mystery. Some have said that her red ancestors were from the proud Iroquois tribe, while others claim they were Cherokee. But what ever her status quo, she wielded a mighty influence over her sulky cousins of the western tribes. Samuel Boyd Shupe told, "After the death of her husband, Amos Andrews, Keturah lived in a little house near her children and some of her grandchildren. There were times when the Indians came, many of them, to the dooryard of her home and they would just sit and sulk, not speaking a word. (Perhaps they were holding a grudge against the white man and his family for coming west and invading their land.) Keturah would go out among her visiting callers who sat on the ground under her shade trees. In her own perfect tongue, she would speak to them sharply and with authority. Soon she would have them speaking their minds and telling of the enmity. "What would they say?" the children would ask. "You wouldn't want to hear it if I told you." Keturah was a good, faithful woman and died in December, 1887.