I can remember, as a small child, running down the little trail that led from our house at the mouth of Taggart Hollow, down the side of the hill, to where stood the mill. There I'd watch my brother, George Henry, making flour. At times there were so many grists to be made into flour, that the sacks had to be stacked outside. People came from all the surrounding settlements, and even as far as Ogden, to get their flour milled here. As years went on, I was the last one to take charge of the mill. At that time, I did not make flour, but spent my time chopping grain. I well remember sitting on my father's knee and hearing him tell many stories of the hardships he suffered while with the Mormon Battalion. How they suffered from lack of water until their tongues would swell. He also said he had walked and led his mules in order to preserve them, until his feet would bleed. While in the service of his country, he caught a cough that stayed with him until his dying day. When about twelve years old, I helped Mark Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together make a concrete cellar and hew the logs to make father and mother a better home. We put the logs on the concrete cellar foundation. I can't recall my father doing very much hard work as he was an old man, as I always knew him. He was sixty years old when I was born. On April 6,1893, the Salt Lake Temple was dedicated. At the time, I ivas surprised to be invited to go to Salt Lake with my brother, Charley, and his daughter, Susie. We made the trip in a jump-seated buggy, drawn by horses. While going down Weber Canyon, we encountered two bad snow slides. Other than this, we had a very enjoyable trip. We were thrilled with the sight of the Temple and its surroundings. June 3,1893, my father died at the age of seventy- seven years. He was a self-educated man, very well respected by all who knew him. His funeral was held in Richville with a very large congregation attending the services. Eighty-four teams followed the hearse to the cemetery at South Morgan. I was sixteen years old when he died. ©9 Thomas Jefferson Thurston My father, Thomas Jefferson Thurston, and his twin, George Washington Thurston, was born in Fletcher, Vermont, in 1805, to Peter Thurston and Hannah Butler Wheeler Thurston. His half brother, W. H. Wheeler, was the Vice President of the United States. When he was young, the family moved to Ohio, what was then called the Western Reserve. It was heavily timbered and game, such as moose, deer, and wild turkeys, were plentiful. Father became an expert in trapping fur bearing animals. His father purchased a large farm. Cash was hard to get; they sold their furs and it has been told that they sold eggs for a dollar a bushel. Father used to amuse us children with his hunting and trapping stories. At the age of twenty-three he met and married my mother, Rosetta Bull. Father heard of the murder of Joseph Smith and could not believe such a thing could happen in a land of freedom. The press said he was evil and guilty of teaching false and blasphemous doctrines. Father was well versed in the Bible and decided to find out for himself about this "Golden Bible" and strange religion. Before long, two Mormon missionaries came to preach in the district school house. He went to listen, was very interested and invited them to his home. Father, Mother, and all of the family that was old enough to be baptized, were. They immediately sold their place and received a good price for it. They went to Nauvoo, taking many scattered Saints with them who had been unable to take part in the gathering. Among them was Phinias Young and family, his sister and her family, both being siblings to Brigham Young. In Nauvoo the people were very poor and many were sick. There was much distress and want among them. Corn was only twenty-five cents a bushel, yet people couldn't buy it. Father and my brother went down to the river and cut logs. Then they made a com crib and filled with corn and gave the word out publicly in meeting that those in need of bread could come and help themselves, and as it became necessary, he replenished the supply. Thus he fed many people. He also gave his means freely to finish the temple where he and mother received their endowments before it was destroyed. He also gave freely of his means to fit out the company of pioneers who started out in the early spring of 1846 with President Young. In fact, he gave until President Young would take no more and told him, "Brother Thurston, you have given more than enough; you will need all that 197