Dorothy Norwood They would card it in long rolls about as long as our arm. We would put it on a spindle and turn a big wheel and draw it out as we twisted it and when it was twisted enough, we would roll it on the spindle until it was full and then wind it off in skeins. My sister, Sarah, and myself have spun hundreds of those skeins. I was only eleven years old when I began. I began at two skeins a day, but after I got older, it was four skeins a day, and then we could play or do as we liked until milking time. My mother would then dye the yarn. We didn't have dye like we have now. We children would go out and gather bark and weeds to boil and make some of the colors. We used to have what they call Indigo, and there was a certain way of coloring with that. She would dip it in the blue water and then in some chamber lye she would have prepared, and it would be a beautiful blue. She would then put in the loam, and some cotton warp, if it was colored cloth. She would have to color the warp, too, but for blankets and under garments, she would put in plain white. We would do the spinning in the summer in an open front place, for we only had one room to live in the winter and had no room for a wheel. But I have seen my mother weave in that same place when she would be so cold she would have to get an old iron kettle and fill it with live coals and put it under the loam as close to her feet as possible. I remember the time when we had no flour but what father ground in a mill by hand. The neighbors would also come and grind, for my folks were free hearted and so were all. They would help each other. Many times we children had but one dress and mother would put us to bed early on Saturday night and wash our clothes and hang them around the fireplace to dry. She would sit up nearly all night to dry them so we could have clean clothes for Sunday. At Christmas we would have a rag doll or something homemade, and mother used to make molas- Morgan Pioneer History Binds (Js Together ses candy or molasses cakes in the shape of boys and girls. Lots of the settlement children would come and hollar Christmas gift, and they nearly always got something. One Christmas we had no goodies and my mother felt so bad she cried, but she had a piece of alum and gave them a bit of that and they went away pleased. My father was a shoe cobbler, and the only shoes we had were old ones, picked up and made nearly as good as new, but rude looking. I remember after we moved on the farm, we children would go to Sunday School sometimes barefooted. But if we was lucky enough to have a pair of shoes, we would walk barefooted until we got nearly to town and then put them on. This was to save them from wearing out. My father had two families and sometimes we would not have much. A very little schooling we got, as we had to pay for ourselves, and with so many, he would not send us very much. My father's first wife had seven children and my mother had eleven. They were all raised to manhood and womanhood except two. Before they came to Morgan County, they were often hungry and had nothing to eat except greens and sage roots. After, my father accumulated a pretty good herd of sheep and cattle. He was a very religious man and when they started the United Order, he moved into the southern part of Utah and put his all in that Order, and in two years he had very little left when the Order broke up. My father died at the age of 85 or 86. Then my mother moved back to Porterville and she died at the age of sixty-nine. Father was nearly thirty years older than my mother. I remember when only a child of fighting grasshoppers. We had forty acres of wheat and all we got was ten bushels. Father would dig trenches around one side of the grainfield and fill them full. Mother and the whole family worked trying to keep them back. We would take gunny sacks and scare them in this trench. We lost nearly everything. Our gardens would be cleaned out in a few hours. When I was big enough, I learned to braid straw and we made all our own hats. We had no soap but what mother made. We would fill a big box with wood ashes and put water on it and have a hole so it could run out. When it came out it would be strong lye, but we could only make soft soap with it. It seemed like we were more united than today with all we have. ©19'