knew, as the day drew to a close, whether they were going to find accommodations or whether they were going to have to sleep in the open. He returned May 23, 1901. On June 4,1901, he was ordained a high priest by Francis M. Lyman. He served in ward and stake offices, including being a member of the Morgan Stake High Council at one time. Maria Lovina Durrant, daughter of James Durrant and Mary Ann Morris Durrant, was born December 23, 1856, at Deanshanger, England. He father's parents were farm hands and worked on the land, but her father, by extra effort, had learned a trade and worked in a large railroad machine shop called the Wolverton Works. Then with more effort and study, he was promoted to a clerical job, the kind of work he followed after emigrating to America. Her mother was a delicate woman and, after having a family of seven, died. Maria, being the oldest, assumed the job of mothering the others. When Maria died in 1922, her youngest living brother said, "She was the only mother I ever knew." The Durrant family came to America after the completion of the railroad. A typical incident in Maria's courtship was when she and Hyrum Phillips, in an oxen-drawn sleigh, Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together raced against Hyrum's sister and her beau, who had a mule team pulling their sleigh, from Porterville to Morgan. Since Hyrum told the story, he must have been the winner. Maria was a faithful attender at Relief Society and sacrament meeting. Former neighbors remember her coming to fast meeting in the buggy or sleigh with her basket of eggs and butter by her side, for her offering or tithe. There they raised nine children on fifteen acres of land and added two rooms and a hallway to their home. A "summer kitchen" was added in later years. The apple orchards, of Yellow Transparents, Red As- trachan, Johnathan, Wealthy, and Northern Spies, are fondly remembered by the grandchildren. One of the most appreciated spots on the farm was the cellar in the hillside at the back of the house, which rated a whitewash twice a year. Here was stored gooseberry jam and other delicacies, and here was where the milk, cream, and butter was kept. Hyrum died at Porterville on July 23, 1928, of a heart attack, while sitting near his beloved apple orchard. He was buried beside his wife, Maria, in the Porterville Cemetery. "The Orchards" Below the ditch, the garden and first fruit trees were planted. There were raspberries, strawberries, gooseberries, currants, rhubarb, and one or more of Jonathan, Rome Beauty, Northern Spy, Red Astra- chan, Wealthy, and German Prunes. About 1900, salesmen for Harness and Dickson came into the county and sold trees for acres of orchards with a sales pitch for big profits to be made, but they did not choose varieties suitable to the short season here. They tried to sell Grandpa Hyrum some two-year old stock that had been cut back, but he knew yearlings would do better. When the agents kept insisting, he said, "If you will sell me what I want, I will buy. If not, you just as well go on your way." The trees were delivered and planted. There were 100 each of Red Astiachan, Yellow Transparent and Ben Davis, but the latter were unsatisfactory and were pulled out after a few years. Amy and Carl were assigned to carry a ten- pound lard bucket of water from the ditch to put by each tree as it was planted. Amy complained that the bail hurt her hands and disappeared, leaving the project to ten-year-old Carl. Fie wrapped the bails with rags to make it easier on his hands. With great effort, he completed the job. Between the trees rows, sugar beets were planted to try to get some income from the land. Being inexperienced, they watered them too early and several fine roots developed instead of a large beet, so the yield was poor. When the trees started to bear, they tried to hold soil moisture by cultivation, but the fruit was dry and tasteless, so they went to irrigation. Uncle Tom Phillips used to have visitors from England each summer and always brought them to "Aunt Maria's" for dinner. They watched Carl throw a bucket of apples over the corral fence for Old Daisy. "Do cows eat apples?" asked one lady. "We've fed her so many apples, she gives cider out of one teat." was the straight-laced reply.