Morgan Piotieer History Binds Us Togetite: Janet Patterson Brough Janet Patterson was born in Scotland, April 12, 1830. At the age of twelve, 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 early; they immigrated to America in 1856, residing in Madison County, Illinois, for eight years, then crossed the plains with an ox team. The journey took eleven weeks to accomplish. They settled in Porterville, Morgan County, in October 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 dugout, covered it with a sod roof and the family lived in that one and one half years. They could get no flour at that time as there was no mill within twenty-five miles and deep snow prevented them from 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 one and one half years in a dirt hole. 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 the pioneer country. He was a very industrious man and made the desert bloom as a rose. In the spring of 1882, on Monday morning, he went to sow grain in the field, 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 we call it appendicitis. I don't think there was a 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 jane Patterson Brough 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 Alice, 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, and the sick had unwavering faith in her skill, and would remark, "If Sister Brough comes, I know I'll get well." She doctored with simple herbs that she grew in the garden and when called upon a case, would take her herb sack and with a little of this and a little of that, break a fever, or cure pneumonia, etc. She made a canker medicine from wild grape root, willow bark, honey, etc. that excelled any canker medicine that could be bought. The merits of this 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 that 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 morning on a dirt floor and their refreshments were potatoe pie with bran crust. They were all happy. If one got a sack of flour, they would share it with others. 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, or often take a load of wood, a sack of wheat or a little pig, and many cases she attended to them free of charge. The comforting, blessed hours she spent with the sick, none but her Heavenly Father knew. She needs no slab of granite on her grave as she lives in the hearts of the people she served for so long. She was a widow twenty-one years and battled with :'.?.