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Joseph soon came into the room where I was, said, “how do you feel Emily?”
My heart being still hard, I answered him rather short that I expected I felt as anybody would under the circumstance.
He said “you know my hands are tied.” And he looked as if he would sink into the earth.
I knew he spoke truly, and my heart was melted, all my hard feeling was gone in a moment
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Emma Smith asked me and Eliza to come to her room— Joseph was there, his countenance was the perfect picture of despair. I cannot remember all that passed at that time but she insisted that we should promise to break our covenants, that we had made before God.
Joseph asked her if we made her the promises she required, if she would cease to trouble us, and not persist in our marrying someone else. She made the promise. Joseph came to us and shook hands with us and the understanding was that all was ended between us.
I for one meant to keep the promise I was forced to make.
On the 3rd of February, 1841, The Patriarch, Isaac Morley, came to our house and gave us each a patriarchal, or father's blessing. Mine was as follows:
"Sister Emily, I lay my hands upon thy head, in the name of Jesus of Nazareth, and I seal upon thy head a father's blessing. Notwithstanding thou art an orphan child, the heavens and the earth are stored with blessings for thee.
Thou hast embraced the fullness of the everlasting Gospel in the days of thy life; they name is registered in the heavens. The angels rejoiced over thee when thou wast born into the kingdom of thy Savior, and if thou wilt ever support the principles that adorn they sex, they name shall never be erased from the Lamb's book of life.
And if thou wilt ask thou shalt receive intelligence pertaining to the kingdom of God; the heavens and the earth shall unbosom their blessings unto thee; thou shalt have the blessing and gift to speak in wisdom and act in prudence; thy example shall be worthy of imitation to the daughters of Zion; and if thou wilt listen to the voice of wisdom length of days shalt be given unto thee, and thou shalt have the blessing to see the winding up scene of this generation; peace and tranquility restored to man. Thy blessing shall be handed down to thy posterity from generation to generation, and thou shalt have the blessing to return to the land of thine inheritance. And thou shalt have the blessing to see Ephraim crowned, and to wait upon the table in a day when a feast of fat things are prepared.
Thou shalt sing the song of the redeemed. And I ask God my Heavenly Father to enlighten thy mind, to guide thee in the days of thy youth, and lead thee in the path of piety and virtue all the days of thy life, and when thy Savior shall make His second advent crowns of glory shall be sealed upon thy head, and let the honor and glory be given to God and the Lamb, forever and ever, amen and amen.
#don’t call me an orphan child #my mom is still very much alive
Thou shalt stand in thy office until thou shalt desire to resign it, that thou mayest rest for a little season.
When they washed, instead of rubbing the clothes on a washboard, they would “battle”:
1) wet the clothes in strong soap suds
2) lay them on a smooth board or log, if it was outdoors
3) beat them with a smooth stick, large at one end and small at the other, called the “battle stick.”
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Folks were so different in their customs and manner of speaking. It was “I reckon,” and “a right smart chance.”
Instead of carrying things in their hands, they would “tote” them on their heads; large bundles and baskets, churns, piggins of milk and piggins of water, all toted on their heads.
One day the schoolhouse was surrounded by a tribe of Indians. The door and windows were filled with Indian’s faces and every crack where the chinking had fallen out, we could see Indian eyes.
Our teacher went to the door and talked with the chief, but the scholars were as quiet as mice.
We were not as used to seeing Indians in those days as children are now.
We were forced to land at a place called “Arrow Rock.” On the banks of the river there was a log cabin occupied by Negroes. There were two rooms, with no windows. The light was admitted through the open door, a common thing then in the Negro cabins, and white folks too sometimes.
These Negroes let mother and Sister Morley have one room. There was about fifteen in number in both families. But there was a fireplace in the room.
We could have a good fire, and so kept from freezing.
We remained here about two or three weeks, it being very cold weather.
They could not see what there was in religion to make a man give up all worldly consideration for it.
And that is still a mystery to the world and we cannot wonder at it when we realize how little they have in theirs to create hope, or to exchange their worldly comforts for.
But ours is different—it is everything.
There is nothing in this life too dear to sacrifice for the hope of the future that our religion gives us.
Young as I was, I had a little of the curiosity attributed to our sex.
Later I became a Young by marriage.
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What a bitter spirit lays hold of the unbelievers as soon as the truth is presented to them, and those that profess the most religion are the most uncharitable.
When “Mormonism” came, our home went.
We would sometimes ride in a spring wagon and I wore the sweetest pink calico dress that ever was, and little yellow shoes. Harriet had a pink dress too but not as pretty as mine.
I remember the big unruly boy that was tied up in the shop. And how sorry I was for him. He was sometimes tied up because he would run away.
He was a poor friendless boy that nobody could do anything with, and the town officers got father to take him and teach him a trade and try to make a good boy of him.
His name was Harlow Castle.
I sometimes wonder whatever became of him and if he really was a bad boy or whether people had no patience with the poor friendless boy. I wonder if he is still alive and if he remembers the little black-eyed girl that would come in the shop and look on him with such pity because he was tied up, for this little girl had been tied up for running away too and knew how to feel for him.
The little lame girl—Dorthie Ann Payne. What a treat it was when she would let me take her crutches for a little while.
I thought I would almost be willing to be lame myself if I could have such a nice pair of crutches.
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I used to sleep in my mother’s bedroom in the little trundle bed. But one morning when I woke up I was in bed in the spare bedroom with my little sister.
When we got up we were shown the little dead baby boy and oh how sorry we were that he was dead, for we had never had a little brother before (he was named in the St. George Temple, Clisbee Partridge). He was mother’s fifth child.
#i was 2 years old #19th century childhood
My oldest sister Eliza says I was once positive that I could remember when my father and mother were married, and that I was at their wedding. However, I have no recollection of it now.