BRIGHAM MARRIOTT Written by MADELEINE MARRIOTT HARROP (his niece) Brigham Marriott was a brother of my father Charles. We knew Uncle Brig, as we called him, quite well. He was tall, thin, and had auburn-brown hair. He resembled his mother Teresa more than his father John Marriott. He and his family lived in Garland, Utah, and some of the members of his family often stopped in at Mother's and Dad's home. They would stay over-night or sometimes for days. Dad would often go up to Uncle Brig's to go duck, pheasant and rabbit hunting. Much pleasure was enjoyed by both men. Sometimes Dad would take Mother, Ida and I to visit for a day. There daughter Grace was near Ida's and my age. We had many pleasant times with her as we introduce her to some of our boyfriends. Our friends would take us up to visit her and she would have a picnic or other activity for us. On one occasion, we were taken to what looked like a large barn, but it wasn't. The building was built to store ice. This was a most interesting thing to see. Large areas of ice covered with sawdust were stored in the ice house, one layer upon another throughout the building. Uncle Brig had the know-how, to cut through the layers and cut various size squares to be sold throughout the area. Dad and Uncle Brig worked on several projects together. After Dad had remodeled our house and built a porch the width of the house, Dad faced the front of the porch with cement and selected rock to make a beautiful facing. The porch included three pillars that went to the ceiling of the porch. The steps to the porch were on the south side of the walk. All the pillars were also made of selected rock to conform with the front view of the porch. Uncle Brig helped Dad in placing the rocks in the cement. My dad had gone to Ogden Canyon where he selected smooth, beautiful stones approximately 8 X 12 inches in size. This always added to the general appearance of our home and are still beautiful to this day. Another adventure my father involved his brother Brig in was the planting of boysenberry plants on Dad's large dry farm located at the foot of the mountains at North Street. Dad bought the plants from Knott's Berry Farm; and as far as we knew, we were the first ones to grow them in Weber County. They produced beautiful, full berries an inch-and-1/2 long. They had a wonderful flavor. These were enjoyed as a fresh fruit and as one would use raspberries or strawberries. Dad was especially fond of the delicious boysenberry pies Mother baked as well as the berries she bottled for winter use. Years later our brother Orion grew some in a garden he had at his home in Millbrae, California. Uncle Brig and Dad shared in the fruit crop and sold some of them to others. Dad said the he and his brothers made up a band that played at the ward and various places. Uncle Brig played the mandolin and guitar as did my father. Some in the band played violin. Uncle