Lovisa Jenne, born in Upper Canada, near Kingston, June 15th, 1832. Parents: Benjamin Jenne and Sarah Snyder, both born in the state of New York. Moved to upper Canada before I was born. Gathered with the Saints at Nauvoo, Hancock County, Illinois. Was baptized in 1842 by Franklin D. Richards. Was sick at the time, was taken out of bed and administered to and taken one mile in a buggy and baptized and was healed from that time as well as being made a member of the Church of Jesus Christ.
I knew the Prophet Joseph Smith. I well remembered the first time I was near him. I was at a meeting in Nauvoo, I said to my Aunt Jane S. Richards, "Oh! I wished I could be close to Brother Joseph," she said, "Sit here on the end of the bench and you will be near him when he passes along." When he came he was so close that his cloak touched my hand. It sent a thrill all over me. I never shall forget my feelings at the time. I felt so happy I thought of the woman who touched the Savior's garment and was made whole. Brother Joseph would always stop when he was not in too much of a hurry. Whenever he met the children he would shake hands with them. If he had not time to stop he would just bow and say, "How do you do." The children loved him well, they almost worshipped him. I thought Brother Joseph almost perfect. I think now that he was too pure and perfect to live here. I have heard my husband, Jared Roundy say, "boys and girls, Brother Hyrum was not so lively as Brother Joseph but, he loved the children and they in turn loved him dearly."
Emma was thought much of by many, she was very good to the poor, she was a great help to her dear husband but, she was not loved like Brother Joseph and Brother Hyrum. She never stopped to speak to the children that she did not know, of course , if she knew their parents that made a difference.
I saw something once that hurt my feelings very much, that was after Brother Joseph and Hyrum was martyred. She came to Winter Quarters with her husband Didamon. I saw him and her together, he had Brother Joseph's cloak on, it grieved me to see that, and many others that saw it. Well, I will say no more on that subject.
My husband's father, Shadrack Roundy, was one of Brother Joseph's life guards. He was on guard most of the time. At one time when the mob was very bad, hunting the Prophet and Patriarch, the children gathered in a room in the house where Brother Joseph and Hyrum were. The children prayed that their dear Prophet and Patriarch might be let to rest that night and not be molested by the mob. That night Brother Joseph overheard them praying, He said, "Brethren, you can go home and rest tonight, We will be alright, we ill not be molested to-night.". All was well that night but, the mob often rode through the streets of Nauvoo, and would ask the boys and girls if they knew where "Old Joe Smith is?". They got their answer many times by the children that were very amusing. I heard my husband say that the mob called to a small boy and said, "I say bud, do you Know where Old Joe Smith is?" The boy looked up and said, "Oh! you mean Brother Joseph I suppose, well, the last time I saw him he was on
Brother Hyrum's old gray horse going to heaven, the last I saw of him he was going up, up, I watched until I could see him no longer." That and similar answers they were often given. They did not like it but, it could no be different.
There was not a child that would tell the mob anything to injure Brother Joseph's and Hyrum's lives.
We had sad times after that, the mob was after our Prophet and Patriarch and the Saints suffered such persecution from the mob. They were chasing up and down the streets of Nauvoo day and night but, the saddest time the Saints ever had was when they took Brother Joseph and Hyrum. The last time the Governor promised them protection, but, he left them in the hands of the mob, the very wickedest men that could be found, such as, Long Nosed Sharp and Harmony Williams; also Johnny Greestreet and many others just as bad. While the Governor was away they murdered our dear Prophet and Patriarch. That's what the Governor left for, he knew what they were going to do when he left them in the hands of the mob. They blacked their faces so they would not known and committed that awful deed, which deprived the Saints of two of our dearest ones. They done their worst after they had killed the two Dear Ones. They took Brother Joseph and leaned him up against the wall curb and one of the rascals drew his knife to sever Brother Joseph's head from his body but, there was a streak of lightening just at that moment, the rascal was so frightened he could not move. Some of the mob took him away, he could not move himself. I well remember the time that our dear ones were martyred. I was at home near Carthage at the time, heard drums beat and noise and uproar
that the mob were making, when we heard the shots and noise my Mother said, Oh! they have murdered our Prophet and Patriarch." She took sick from the moment she heard the shots and noise , we tried to comfort her and tell her perhaps it might not be true but, we soon found it was too true, we lived so near it did not take long for the word to come. The mob was so elated over doing so great a deed that they spread the news far and near. They will have their reward. We mourned long for our Dear Ones and could not be comforted. It was the saddest time I ever saw. Children mourned as well as older ones and could not be comforted, but, the Saints had to bow to the will of God.
I remember the first time Brother Brigham came in the stand, I was there at the time, I thought it was Brother Joseph, it was his voice that he spoke with, he looked like Brother Joseph but I knew it could not be, it was Brother Joseph's
mantle thrown over Brother Brigham's shoulders. We all knew that he was the right man to be our leader. I was only a child twelve years old when Brother Joseph was martyred but I was a strong Mormon if I was young.
It was in `44 when the Prophet and Patriarch was martyred. It was in `46 when we left Nauvoo but, we had no peace until we left. We crossed the Mississippi River. When we got over to Iowa people were very friendly, they all treated the Saints well as far as I know. We stopped at a place called Sugar Creek, stayed there about three months. We could not stay in Nauvoo any longer, but could not for on for want of means. Many had to earn something before going on. There was a gentleman gave my mother a recipe for making Ginger beer and very nice Ginger Cake. He kept a restaurant. My mother done
well making beer, cakes, and pies, this helped us go on to Winter Quarters. While we were camped there people used to come and sit and talk with the Saints. One of my Aunts was a very good singer. The gentlemen that used to come used to get her to sing. They were mostly songs that were composed about our Martyred Prophet and Patriarch and the persecution that the Saints had passed through. I will mention one song of the many she sang, of course, others joined in with her singing sometimes. She sang one that when she came to the Chorus it said, "And wouldn't you be pleased if you knew the Devil had `em" and one of the men said, "Yes, I be d--d if I wouldn't." I will write the song before closing.
That is only the last line of the song.
We left Nauvoo in `46 arrived at Winter Quarters in the fall, some got there sooner, but many were quite late getting there, when we arrived we found many; We had much sickness caused from the hardships we had to endure; when we left Sugar Creek where we stopped a while, I harnessed a team every morning, unharnessed it at night, drove it all day then had to go to work as soon as we got to camp, washing, cooking, and anything there was to do. My
Aunt was very sick, while traveling she lost her baby. While were on the road we came very near losing my Aunt, it kept my Dear mother most of the time to take care of my Aunt. Uncle was on a mission to England, he had another wife who was sick, too, so you see my Mother had all she could do. When the little baby died my mother took the lid from a large chest she had and had a coffin made for the baby. We were away from any settlement, we carried the baby twelve days until we arrived at Mount Pisga where some of the Saints stopped a while and many were buried.
When we got to Winter Quarters my Aunt's little girl, three years old died, that left her without a child, and her husband on a mission. That winter my Uncle's plural wife died, and my own dear little brother; then I took sick, was sick all winter, came nearly dying. We had lost at that time four of our dear ones. The persecutions and hardships we had to pass through .were unlimited. We had very pour living, mostly corn meal for bread, no vegetables. It was very hard on the people, caused much sickness. We had what they called scurvy, Black leg and canker, with it I had all three. My mouth was so bad with canker that I never tasted food for six weeks, only as sometimes the folks would toasts some crusts of bread, browned it and made coffee with it and I would drink it. I could only drink, my mouth was so badly eaten with canker, and my legs were all drawn up, I could not straighten them no more than if I was sitting down they were that way for a long time at last they grew better, until they were straightened a little, one of my legs was two inches shorter. I walked with a cane for a long time but it lengthened to be as long as the other was. I was very thankful for the blessing God gave us that we were away from the mob, of course, we felt a little timid having the Indians all around of course, but they did not harm us only to frighten us sometimes.
Once when I was very sick a large Indian opened the door and walked in, he saw me in bed, seen that I was very sick and also frightened so he walked right out again.
In the spring of `47 many of the Saints started for the Rocky Mountains as it was called. They arrived in Salt Lake Valley, on the 24th day of July, 1848, the Saints were thankful to get there where they could enjoy peace; of course they were not free of trouble. The Indians were quite troublesome for a few years. We had to feed them whenever they asked for food. It was hard, for the
Saints had nothing to spare but they had to keep peace with them.
We all left winter quarters in the spring of `48, we all left for Utah on the 5th of July. We all came out of Winter Quarters and camped about four miles on our way. All were not ready so we laid over until all were ready, then we all started on our long tedious journey on the 8th of July, arrived in Salt Lake Valley, or where Salt Lake City was after on the 19th day of October, the same year. There was not a house where Salt Lake City is now. When I came only the fort the Saints had built the first year. Crossing the plains sometimes we were bothered with Indians, begging of course, we had
to divide with them in order to keep peace with them. They would get their Buffalo's and Blankets, spread them down and the Saints had to give each a little something. A little flour, some sugar and anything we had. If we did not they would ask for what we had not given them, when they got what they wanted they would go.
It was a hard trip across the plains but we enjoyed ourselves all the same, we had lots of sickness and the deaths in Winter Quarters on account of the privations, persecutions and want of the comforts of life, but we were thankful that it was seen so well with us as it was. After we left winter Quarters we did not have a death on our journey and no sickness to speak of. We had good times for all it was a hard journey. We used to, when we got to camp all gather and have a meeting, sing and pray and speak and dance sometimes when we felt like it. Sometimes it was late when we got to camp all tired and went right to bed. I remember it was ten o'clock one night when we got to camp. That night we were all thankful to go to bed and rest and be ready for the next day's travel. The night we were out so late I drove an Ox Team for a widow woman, she could not drive a team and she only had a small boy to drive. It was very dark and she was afraid for the boy to drive, so I walked by the wagon and drove until ten O'clock that night. She felt safe with me driving for her and I felt blessed for doing that little for her. She was a sister that had just immigrated from England.
We all felt to rejoice when we arrived in Utah, now, we felt safe from the Mobocrats but, the Indians were quite troublesome at times. We fared very poorly for food, we would of had enough if we had not had to divide with the Indians so often. We planted a very early garden, the snow and frost came but did not harm our garden for the reason that we had covered everything with our
clothing the nights that were very cold so our garden was not harmed. We had a very early garden. We had peas full grown on the 17th day of May, and they lasted until the 19th day of October. We had everything in the garden but still that was not bread. When the immigrants commenced coming it was a great help to us, they would give us flour and groceries for things in the garden, such as radishes, onions, lettuce and anything we could spare, of course, we could not part with our peas very often for they done my Aunt Jane and the rest of us. One time we did not have flour and my Aunt Jane said to my little sister, Sarah Jane, "I wished you would take some peas to camp and see if you can get a little flour to make some porridge with." We could not get enough to make bread. So we picked and shelled a bucket full about as large as a five pound pail. My sister said, "Maybe they will give me more, give me something more so if they give me more I will have something to put them in."
My Aunt gave her one of those old fashioned English handkerchiefs, she folded it and put it in her pocket. The camp was but a short distance from our place. When my sister got to the camp the men were so pleased they said, "Sis, that bucket will not hold enough to pay for all them peas, have you nothing else." She said, "let me see." she felt in her pocket and pulled out that large handkerchief, "Oh! yes, I have this." They packed the bucket with flour and filled the handkerchief with nice crackers. That little sister is now the wife of George Q. Cannon.
I will have to go back a little as stories do, and tell you about how we spent the winter. When we came in the Valley it was late, the 19th cay of October but, as soon as he could my uncle got adobes and put up the walls of a small room. We did not have lumber or shingles, so he covered it with poles, laid straight across and straw on that, and we had a straw floor. It seemed quite nice, we had but one
chair, that was a small chair my Dear Aunt used to sit in. She was not very well. We were very happy for all we had very little to eat, our diet was mostly porridge, corn meal gruel and beef that was so poor when they killed, they would not have lived. We killed three that winter, then
one we kept to kill in the spring died, the rest would have done the same if we had not killed them to save our lives; and I might say that one night we were all at work; my aunt spinning, my little sister and the young lady that my Uncle
married picking the wool, so we were all at work. When it was made into rolls we received twenty-five cents per pound. It took me all day to make one pound of good rolls, we worked days, and that night we were all very happy singing and working. We were happy although we had not one dust of flour to make porridge for breakfast. A man knocked and was bidden to enter, he had a large dishpan full of flour. OH! how we did rejoice. You see the Lord watched over us and opened the hearts of those that had more than we had to divide sometimes of course. The ones that came in `47 had raised something but, did not have much to spare.
I told you that we had a straw roof and floor, we put the stove pipe out the window, uncle wanted to put it through the roof but, my Aunt would not consent, she was afraid of fire. But one day Uncle John Young came and the stove did not draw well, the wind was just not right to make it draw so Uncle John said, "Franklin put the pipe through the roof it will draw better." Uncle said, "I would but Jane will not consent." There is not any danger of course, for our straw roof was covered with snow at that time. The pipe was put through the roof, it was very well for a few days but soon dried the straw. I heard the first sound when the fire broke out, I ran out and said "The house is on fire". I took a quilt from our poor ox that we were trying to save and kill in the spring. I climbed the ladder that was leaning against the house, tried to cover the blaze but could not. I called fire and my Uncle was near. He had the neighbors, what few was there, soon came but our dear straw roof had not lasted long. Dennis Winn was the first to see the fire, he was doing all he could with the rest but it went. The floor and many things were burned, then we had to live in a wagon box. We had one and one of our kind friends let us have another. We lived the rest of the winter that way until we could get lumber and make another roof. A little more substantial than our straw one was.
I have told you we had a fine garden, our grain was doing fine, was headed out when the crickets came and was destroying everything in shape of grain. We fought the crickets both the old as well as the young. I have worked fighting them until I could not stand it any longer, then rest awhile and go at it again. We all done the same. Just when we were almost discouraged we saw the most beautiful birds, that I had ever seen or, so it seemed to me at that time. They came down on the crickets in great flocks and commenced to devour the crickets. Not only did they descend on our grain but on all the farms everywhere, where the crickets were destroying the grain. When they got tired they would fly up in the air and seemed to play awhile. Then they would form themselves something like when people are dancing a quadrille. They would cross over from one side to another just as we used to in dancing. They would rest and enjoy themselves awhile and get at their work again destroying the crickets. They made short work of it for soon there was not a cricket to be seen.
We raised a good crop of wheat , what we needed to make us comfortable for another year. The birds that came to destroy the crickets were called Gulls.
Jacob Snyder and Nancy I. Sooray were parents of my grandfather, Issaac Snyder was born in September 1787 at Great Barrington, Mass. Married Loirsa
Comstock March 28th, 187- at Fort Ann, Washington Co. New York. He died 1844 at Nauvoo, Illinois. Samuel Comstock and Sarah Crippel were parents of Grandmother Lorisa Comstock Snyder. Lorisa was born May 22, 1789 at Great Barrington, Mass. She married Issaac Snyder March 22, 187- at Fort Ann, New York and died March 20th 1856.
IN THE STATE OF ILLINOIS
I
In the state of Illinois on account of Anti-Mormons.
The Latter Day Saints have suffered uncommon.
The Long Nosed Sharp and many of his brother.
Have murdered the Prophets and sought the lives of others.
II
There's Old Johnny Greenstreet and Harmony Williams.
The devils got tired and wants someone to kill `em.
It's he may have the job, beings they are his children. He's
the one that rules the mob and he's the one to still `em.
III
They have lied in the papers, they have cut many capers.
And the time soon is coming when they'll need many favors
But if they don't help themselves
It's I am a liar
I ain't forgot when the house was on fire.
IV
The sick is out of doors exposed to the weather
The mob ariding round as big as Julius Cezar
The Governor at home sitting in the chimney corner
He dare not say his soul is his own
For fear the mob would murmur
Chorus
Oh's hard to believe they ever sprung from Adam
And wouldn't you be pleased if you knew the devil had `em.
We'll leave Illinois and go to California and if the Mobbers
prove so ornery
And if they'll come over here We'll give them the devil
We'll fill up all the sink holes and make the country level
Sister Cooper wrote, 'THE END OF LIFE'S CHAPTER" I
thought it quite appropriate.
Now to my loved ones I must leave you.
To the Mercies of our God
Who watched oe'r my youth
While I journey in the land.
Now I go to join my loved ones
In death's clasp I take your hand
Do not weep my children
For the mouldering clay.
The span that separates us but
A single day
Alas farewell I breath in silence
to your throbbing hearts with a mother's blessing
Ere we part in Eternal lands,
I will meet you where there is no sorrow or pain
Where flowers are ever blooming
We shall meet and our parting be never again.
There were many other songs written for special occasions.
Now I must tell you about the first 24th of July I spent in Utah. We had a very nice time. We gathered in the morning at nine o'clock, meeting commenced at 10 o'clock in the morning. There were 24 young ladies dressed with white wreathes on their heads. I was one of the number and 24 young men marched and different other groups as many as there was. We marched and sang songs composed for the occasion and we had a very good meeting. Nice program in the morning and then we had dinner, a very good one, of course, we enjoyed it very much. We had a bower built for the occasion, almost on the spot where the tabernacle now stands. We had tables set. Friends sluked together got the best they could and ate their dinner together and were very happy. I do not remember seeing cake on our table or pie but our dinner was good enough for anybody. The immigrants and Indians were all invited to eat. President Brigham Young told the people to invite as many as they could. Not one person was slighted, all had a good time. The immigrants were very much pleased.
They did not expect so much from the Mormons, as we are generally called. The Indians were all made happy. I think treating the Indians so well made them more peaceable and kind to us but of course we suffered, at times they killed
some in the early days and killed or drove off our cattle and horses. Well after we had all we could eat and we went on with the program. We had a lovely time again in the afternoon. We did not go home until nearly sundown. All went home rejoicing.
I have not mentioned my mother since we came to Utah. We could not all come that year so my sister, Jane who married Brother Cannon afterward and myself came with Uncle F. D. Richards. My father, Mother , three sisters and one brother came in `49, one year after we came. My father apostatized and went to California left my mother with her family to take care of. She married F. B. Richards and
he done all he could for her and her children.
I taught school two seasons in `50 and `51. In fifty-two, February 26th I was married to Jared Curtiss Roundy, son of Shadrach Roundy, who I mentioned as being one of Joseph Smith's life-guards. In fifty five my husband was called on
a mission to Carson Valley. We had two children at that time, we stayed one and a half years. While there I taught a few children and paid for ten acres of land. My husband bought thirty acres and the ten I earned made us forty acres,
but it did us very little good for we were called home when Johnston's Army came to Springville and Spanish Fork and many other places a little farther South. President young said the Army should not come in and take possession, drive us from our homes, said the City should have been burned before they , the Army would have taken it. President Young went to a merchant by the name of John Kimball and wanted to buy him our, he said "No, I will not sell. I know what you want, you think you may burn the City and do not want me to be a looser. My property can burn with the rest if it comes to that, but it did not.
We went south but came back in the fall. My little girl, Eva was about 6 years old when we came back. We came sooner than most people. Eva was very sick with a fever. We thought she must die, she was so sick, and my dear Mother was in Provo. I thought she could help her if she were there.
I would like to write a little about my Dear Uncle Robert Snyder, my Mother's brother. He was a man that read the Bible a great deal, especially the New Testament. My grandfather's family were Methodists. Only this Uncle had
not joined any of them. He did not know which was right so he asked the lord which was right, the answer came that there was none of them right. He fasted and prayed for three days and nights to know what he should do as none of the Churches were right. It was made known to him in a vision, the Man's name was spelled out in gold letters, "John E. Page" should come with the right gospel. There never had been a Mormon heard of at that time... Soon after he went to Nauvoo to see the Prophet Joseph Smith. He was ordained an Elder and sent
on a mission. He was baptized not long before he went to Nauvoo. He was preaching most of the time until he died some years after. My mother was baptized after hearing Brother Page preach once. All my Grandfather's family were baptized except my Aunt Jane, she could not see through it for some time. My Grandfather and his family started with the Saints at Nauvoo. They got as far on their way as Laport, Indiana, stayed there until spring. While there my Dear Aunt Jane took very sick. My Aunt Jane was about 17 when she was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ. She could not understand why; it was necessary to be baptized and it took a long time before she could understand. She was taken very sick for a long time. The Doctor or Doctors my Grandfather
had were the best to be had. She had seen people healed, but still she could not see why Mormonism was right. The doctors said nothing could save her and they gave her up to die. She had read the New Testament a great deal. One night she lay thinking and it came to her about the Savior going down in the water and was baptized for the salvation of mankind. Her eyes were opened to the truth of the gospel. She wanted to be taken out of bed and be baptized before she died. She did not, at that time, expect to live. She was taken, I believe, the next day and the ice was cut for it was in the dead of winter. They wrapped her up the best they could, took her to the place prepared for baptism. My Uncle took her
in his arms and baptized her. The officers were going to arrest my Dear Grandfather. She asked my Grandfather to hold her on her feet so she could speak to the Officers. He held her up and she spoke with great power, she said, "Gentlemen, lay not a hand on that man, he is a man of God, he is doing the work of God." There was a lawyer on the grounds. He said they
could do nothing with the Mormon Elder as was her request. She held many offices in the Church. The next highest and is holding office today.
There was about two hundred baptized soon after this in that place. There were a great many people on the grounds that witnessed her baptism. From that time until now she had been a very useful woman in the Church.
We did not go in the spring to Nauvoo when my Grandfather and family went. We were about three years later.
While we were living in Laport my mother was very sick with a fever. People thought she could not live. They cut her beautiful hair short she was so bad. My uncle was away preaching at that time. He came in the night, laying his hands on her head anointing her with oil and administered to her. She was healed from that time. He went right back to his mission. In the morning the neighbors asked what Doctor she had. She told them none. The Lord had healed her. Three years later we went to Nauvoo, was there two years before Brother Joseph and Hyrum were martyred. My dear Uncle died before we went to Nauvoo. Before he died and while sick he went off in a kind of trance when he came too he said, with great power, "Joseph Smith is a Prophet of God". The last goodness blessed him and the last time I saw him he said, "Don't cry, be a good girl", if I see him he was to good to live here.
Well I will tell you we all had to move South in the spring for Jonston's Army was here. Some went to Springville, some to Provo, and some came back in the fall.
I was President of the Primary for 18 years. I taught school in `51 and `52. It helped me to get my wedding outfit. It was nothing grand like people have now, but we were satisfied with what we could get. I bought dishes, tin ware and many things that we needed. I bought a lot of furniture, calico that helped to make my house look better. I was married to Jared Curtiss Roundy on the 26th of February 1852. We went to live at Centerville, twelve miles north of Salt Lake. We lived in a little log house I believe, the first built out in the country. It was built of rough logs with poles laid across for a roof with brush and dirt on top. It leaked very badly when it rained. We lived in that house until we were called To Carson on a mission. I fixed up the best I could, my mother gave me 10 yards of carpet. I spread that down on the floor., My husband had a wheat bin that had to be in the house, that was in one corner, and our bed in another. I put curtains across both. I parted the curtains where the bed was. My bed looked nice with a nice light calico quilt on it. The bedstead was made of poles. It was a Mormon bedstead. My husband made it. I got a goods box someone gave me and made a toilet. I put curtain around it, a white cloth on top and put all the fancy things on it that I could get. It looked real nice. It was not the kind of toilets we have now. We had 4 chairs, one table large enough for four to eat on but we made do.
My husband became acquainted with a very nice young lady. She was a very good young woman and was smart and good looking. He married her. She lived with me until the Marshal came from Salt Lake City and took us with him to appear before the grand jury. Well the end of it was she had to go to the pen. She was there then weeks. I thought a great deal of Nellie. She went to Arizona with my Dear Husband, she had 5 children by him, one died in Arizona, and 4 came back to our home in Utah May 22, 1884. With his wife Nellie he could not take me with my family there were too many of us. I went to Joseph F. and told him I thought as I could not go with him. I believe she was a very good wife. Nellie had gone to the pen for him. He was counseled to take her, and she went with him, and I believe she was very good. I made 2 suits of clothes for their son which was born in Arizona. Nellie was very well pleased with them. She had 3 other children. While she stayed there, she buried one here, He was in Arizona 11 years with Nellie. We never saw him again. After we bid him good-bye at my Brother-in-Laws, Peter Hanson. We used to hear from them sometimes. When he had been gone for about 11 years, Nellie wrote and said he was sick and wanted to come home, so my son, Shadrack went for him. We sold anything we could and at a great sacrifice to get money for him to go for his dear Father. He got there alright and my son helped arrange things so he could leave Nellie and the children for awhile until she could dispose of what she had and then her and the children were coming home to us, but my dear Husband could not come by team , he was so sick and weak. Oh it was so hard for us. He said he wanted to see my dear face again but it could not be. Oh! I cannot write.
Well I will try and write a little more if I can. We could not be comforted when we heard the sad news, but it could not be helped, the Lord knew best, but we all hope to meet Husband and Father in a better world than this, where we will never be parted again.
My son stayed after his father's death to get things arranged so he could bring Nellie and the children home with him. They stayed with us a while until they could make other arrangements. I have had more trouble sometimes than I thought I could bear. It was so hard to loose my husband and him so far away, but the hardest time I ever saw was when my dear boy George was brought home dead. I cannot see the writing I am writing because the tears flow so. He was a dear boy.
Lovisa and Jared Roundy with Evalyn Lovisa Roundy Jared Roundy Lovisa's Obituary
