Historical Sketches of

Alice May Twitchell

 Table of Contents
TABLE OF CONTENTS..........................................................................II

PICTURE INDEX...................................................................................III

ALICE MAY TWITCHELL MOORE....................................................1

EARLY YEARS ........................................................................................1
MARRIAGE.............................................................................................5
FUNERAL SERVICES FOR ALICE MAY TWITCHELL MOORE...............................6
Prayer, by DAVID B. WILSON.................................................................6
Prelude, by LEONA MADDOCK..............................................................7
Prayer, By JOHN L. WILSON...................................................................7
Song, "Lay My Head Beneath A Rose." by ANNIE BRIAN.....................8
Remarks, by WILLIAM A. BUDGE..........................................................8
Remarks by PATRIARCH MILES M. JONES:.......................................15
Remarks, by Bishop Richards:.................................................................19
Remarks by the Conductor.......................................................................21
SOLO, "GOING HOME", by Annie Brian..............................................22
CLOSING PRAYER, by Albert E. Read.................................................22
MY MOTHER........................................................................................24
by Wm. B. Moore...............................................................................24

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 Picture Index

FIGURE 1 WILLIAM BARKER TWITCHELL AND AUGUSTA

HAWKINS TWITCHELL........................................................................1

FIGURE 2 JOSEPH BYRON MOORE & HIS WIFE ALICE MAY

TWITCHELL MOORE.............................................................................6

FIGURE 3 ALICE IN HER FLOWER GARDEN.................................6

FIGURE 4 AT HER HOME..................................................................23

FIGURE 5 ALICE AND JOSEPH WITH THEIR SON WM. B. AND

HIS WIFE MYRTLE WITH THEIR FIRST SON BYRON...............29

FIGURE 6 JOSEPH BYRON MOORE & HIS WIFE ALICE MAY

TWITCHELL MOORE...........................................................................31

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ALICE MAY TWITCHELL MOORE
Early Years
When I was a year
and a half old, fall of
1867, my father received
word that his father was
very ill, and as his own
health was poor and
thinking a visit to his old
home, Bethel, Maine,
would do him good, so he
Figure 1 William Barker Twitchell and
sold his home in Salt Augusta Hawkins Twitchell
Lake City. He put $1,000
in a store in Brigham City for my mother to draw from and
arranged with Grandfather Hawkins to take mother home with
him until he would return which he expected to do in a short
time.
Father went by way of stage as it was before the railroads
had been completed to Utah. Grandfather moved us to
Brigham City. Shortly after father arrived at his old home, his
father died; then his sisters and brothers wanted him to send
for his family and make his home with them. They stated they
would help him to do so, but as this would have necessitated
him giving up the gospel, he declined, stating he thought to
much of his religion to leave Utah. This aroused their anger
towards him. His health still continued to fail and he was
obliged to go to the hospital where he remained for sometime.
When he came out, his money was all spent and he was in
debt. He went to teaching school and at one time had a photo
taken of his school on Brooklyn Bridge and sent it to mother.
He continued working until he was out of debt and had nearly
enough money to bring him home when he contracted a very
severe cold and died within a week after he took sick.
Mother had now five children to take care of, as in about
five or six months after father left my youngest brother (Eli)
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was born. We continued living at Brigham City for two or
three years, then mother moved with her family to a ranch at
Portage, making butter and cheese for a man by the name of
Jed Stoddard.
In those days people were bothered by the Indians a lot.
At one time a large band came and camped close to where we
lived. Mother realizing it was Pocatello's band, and knowing
the chief was the one who had caused a little one to be stolen
near Mendon, Cache, and that he had remarked that he would
have nine more little children, hid my youngest brother and
myself in a little back room. Five of the big chief’s came in
and ordered her to get them something to eat, and making her
understand that they would not harm her. That fall we moved
back to Brigham City, where we lived for a year or two.
Then Amos P. Stone, a friend of mother's moved us to
Ogden where we lived in a log house belonging to Alfred
Folker in Mound Fort. It was then that Vincy R. Stone, now
Vincy R. Barker, and I became friends and has proved to be
ever since. No unkind thoughts or words has ever passed
between us.
When I was about six years of age mother entered into
plural marriage with AMOS P. STONE. She having a pleasant
and agreeable disposition, soon won the love and respect of all
those she mingled with, this making the love still stronger
between Vincy and I.
After two years or more we moved back to Brigham City,
where my brothers William and Benjamin, both got work in
Brigham City Canyon. A year and a half later they bought the
right of entry of a quarter section of land, which was thirty
miles north of Brigham City, on the dividing line between
Box Elder and Cache Co. The spring I was nine years of age
we moved onto our ranch. We then had no neighbors except
the Brigham City Dairy which was a mile and a half from us.
Up to this time I attended school quite regularly. Now, if I
went to school, I had to go away from home, which was
always a great trial for me.

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 The following summer I returned to Brigham City and
attended the North String School (Three miles north of
Brigham City) for two months, taught by Richard Bailey. I
lived in the home of William Pierce. His wife was the
daughter of Hyrum Smith, the patriarch. I loved to hear her
speak of her Uncle Joseph, the Prophet.
When I was eleven years of age, I went to Richmond,
Cache Co., and attended school all winter, taught by Melvin J.
Stone. The next summer I attended Elijah Boxes school at
Brigham. I lived at the home of Charles Wright. After six
weeks there, Grandfather Hawkins died at Brigham City. I
was so homesick after the funeral, I went home with mother.
My brothers regretted this as they desired me to lose no
opportunity of attending school. The next year I attended
school at Ogden. Ellen Moore, now Ellen Wilson, was my
teacher. I lived at the home of D. M. Moore. As my mother's
health was failing, she came in April and took me home. In
June, she, with some of her friends, took a pleasure trip to
Soda Springs to improve her health. After she was gone, I was
doing some ironing and the thought came to me -- what if
something should happen to her. I had to stop work and went
to a neighbor, Sister Simmons, and told her how I felt. She
told me that I must overcome that feeling as mother would be
all right. I returned home feeling better.
When she returned home two weeks later, my stepfather
and Vincy were at Beaver Dam, where they had stopped when
they learned mother was away. Mother arrived home that
night. I was overjoyed to see her safe home again. The next
morning she told Friend Stone, my step-brother who was
staying with us, to go tell his father she had returned home.
She told me that as I had been at home while she had
been away, she wanted me to go and have a day off. She told
me to go to Beaver Dam and visit Vincy and the Simmons
girls and bring them home with me at night. I had a terrible
feeling come over me, but I could not explain it to her. I went,
but could not content myself and I brought the girls home
with me before dinner. After dinner the girls wanted me to

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take a walk: I told them I would rather not go. Mother told me
to go -- she said that she did not know what was the matter
with me. It seemed to me that I had never experienced such a
feeling as I had, yet I knew mother was all right.
In those days if young people had any fun, they had to
make it, and the parents often joined in making it as pleasant
as possible. The young people often gathered at our place and
generally there would be someone that could play some kind
of musical instrument and would bring it with them. There
were five young men who kept the railroad in repair, and were
called the section boys. The section house was about a mile
and a half from our house, their homes being at Mendon..
They thought a great deal of Mother and she had a great
respect for them.
On this particular evening they called for my brother to
go with them to the dairy. Mother, hearing them, went out and
asked them if they wouldn't like to spend the evening there.
They replied they would, but they thought it would be too
much for her. She told them they could dance as there would
be enough girls to have a good time. After we had been
dancing for sometime, Lyman Barker called for a French Four
and asked mother to dance as he knew it was the only kind she
cared for. She replied, "Lyman, I would rather not to-night,
but I won't refuse you." We formed a circle on the floor and
went through two changes. Then mother began to stagger. We
caught her, took her to the rocking chair thinking she had just
fainted. My stepfather rushed to his medicine chest to get
something to revive her, but she never took it she was gone.
This was quarter past ten o'clock and my stepfather continued
to work with her until morning before he would give her up.
Then my mind went back to the day she left. I wondered if
this was the cause of the terrible feeling which came over me.
I was now fourteen years of age, but it seemed that I
could keep house alone. I told Vincy if she could only stay
with me it would not seem so hard, but that was impossible. It
was a great comfort to have someone with us that could aid us
in the time of our great sorrow and felt we were not alone. My

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brothers, Will and Ben, were away at the time and only one
could get there in time for the funeral. We kept her three days,
then she was taken on the cars to Brigham City for burial. My
brothers then hired Ellen Simmons to stay with me that
summer. I then kept house alone through the winter.
The next spring my brother Will married and brought his
wife home. This I appreciated in having company, but she
soon became dissatisfied and ridiculed the Church and
President Young. She said many things contrary to what
mother had taught me. My confidence in Mother and my faith
in God were increased. It has been a testimony through my
life that those who deface the Lord's anointed and prejudice
their children's minds commit a wrong that it will take a long
time to set right. Mother also taught me to keep the word of
wisdom, which has been a great blessing to me.
After two years my brother and his wife moved away and
I stayed to keep house for my other brothers. The spring I
was eighteen, my brother Charles was married. I then came to
Ogden and attended Mrs. Powell's school for two months,
living at D. M. Moore's. I then lived with J. L. Wilson's
family till I was twenty two, attending Vincie R. Stone's
school for one year.

Marriage
I was married to JOSEPH B. MOORE Nov. 13, 1887, at
Ogden, Utah, whose first wife had passed to the great beyond
July 15, 1886, leaving him with two small children, DAVID
IRVIN age eight and LAURA, age four, whom I cared for
until they were married. In 1902, DAVID IRVIN married
EMMA P. LUND: In 1913 LAURA married HENRY
WITTEN. To us were born four children, WILLIAM
BYRON, b. May 12, 1889: WALLACE, b. Apr. 21, 1891:
FRANKLIN CHARLES, Jan. 21, 1894: ELI, b. Feb. 17,
1900, the latter died Feb. 20, 1900.

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 In 1911, WILLIAM
BYRON was called to fill a
mission in Australia, leaving
Oct. 26, and returning home
Apr. 27, 1914.
In 1909 I joined the
Relief Society of the 7th
ward, was called to the
office of visiting teacher on
June 18, 1909; Later I was
sustained as a presiding

Figure 2 Joseph Byron Moore & his wife

Alice May Twitchell Moore

Figure 3 Alice in her flower garden

teacher, which office I still hold. My life's work has been to be
a homemaker in every sense of the word.

Funeral Services for Alice May Twitchell

Moore

Prayer, by DAVID B. WILSON

Our Eternal Father, it is with grateful hearts that we
approach thee at the bier of our friend and neighbor. We thank
thee for her life and that our lives have been enriched by
having known her. We thank thee she was spared for nearly
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four score of years and that down through these many years
her life was such that she enjoyed the companionship of thy
Holy Spirit, and through the promptings of the Spirit was a
friend to the fatherless and to those in distress.
We are grateful, Father, for her contribution to the early
pioneer life of this section and from her youth up she has been
a builder, not alone a builder with the material things of life,
but also with the souls of men. We thank thee for the
inspiration of her life for we feel that we have benefited
therefrom.
We pray for her loved ones, especially for her aged
companion. Bless him and then stand nearby to comfort them
in their dark hours. Help them to realize that this is the course
of life and their mother has been called to prepare a place that
they might go. Help them to realize that this parting is but of
little season and that they will again be united where death
and sorrow enter in no more. Help them to say, "The Lord
Giveth and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the
Lord." Help us to so order our lives that when the call shall
come to us we may meet it without flinching and we may be
well prepared to meet it without flinching and we may be well
prepared to meet our God as was our sister, we ask through
Christ our Redeemer, Amen.

Prelude, by LEONA MADDOCK

Opening Song, "Sister Thou wast Mild and Gentle" by
Arda Blakeley.

Prayer, By JOHN L. WILSON

Our Father which art in Heaven, we have assembled here
under the shades of this roof to pay our last respects to one of
thy noble handmaidens, and we pray thee, our Heavenly
Father that while we are here assembled that Thy Holy Spirit
may be poured out upon us in rich abundance that we may
receive a benefit from being assembled here and have related
to us the many good and noble deeds of this good woman. She
was one of thy children who did not assume great things but
who received her greatest joy in studying thy plan of life and
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salvation and of learning more of Thee and Thy works and
devoting her undivided attention to her immediate family, her
husband, her children, and the children of a good woman who
passed before her. It has been said, it is a natural instinct to be
a mother, but it is a gift define to mother the children of
another. This was portrayed to the fullest extent in the life of
this good woman. Her teachings were high and noble. Her
faith in thee was of the finest and the purest. We shall miss
her, our Heavenly Father. We shall miss her faith promoting
talks and conversations we have had with her. We feel that we
have been benefited and blessed through our associations with
her, and we pray at this time that our memories may be ever
strong that we may remember those things and those teachings
that she has taught us who are younger than she.
We invoke thy choicest blessings upon her family who
will miss her so much. Especially do we ask for a special
blessing upon her dear husband, Uncle Joe, that Thy Spirit
may be his comfort and his guide and his companion in his
hour of bereavement, that he may acknowledge Thy Hand in
this and turn even more unto Thee for his comfort and his
consolation. Bless his family that they may rally around him
even closer than they have been in the past and that they may
assist him at all times. Bless us at all times that we may
emulate the life and good works of these good people and of
this sister that when our time comes that we may be as worthy
as she to enter into Thy Presence are the favors we ask
through the name of Thy Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.

Song, "Lay My Head Beneath A Rose." by ANNIE BRIAN.

Remarks, by WILLIAM A. BUDGE.
I join with you, my brothers and sisters, this afternoon in
expressing sympathy to Brother Moore and his family for the
loss of his companion and their mother. We are facing today
the inevitable. We now that what has happened to Sister
Moore will come to each of us, that it is part of the plan of
life, and as we came into the world, we shall go out of the
world, that the body we had when we came into the world,
being of this earth, shall return to the earth, that as there was a
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uniting of the body and the spirit, so shall be a separation of
the body and the spirit. And we know that this will come to
the human race. However, because of our associations with
one another, our close connections with one another, these
partings are hard, even though there may be no regrets. How
fine it is that when they do come that we have the stability of
friendship to help us, to buoy us up, to give us courage and
strength to bear that which comes.
I was very much impressed last evening in visiting the
home, to note the many who were there and to note that many
had called and to feel the spirit of the family and appreciation
for their friends. Then we meet together in a capacity just like
this, for a service where we commune one with another in a
capacity just like this, for a service where we come close
together in order to show an appreciation to these, our friends.
I think that is a wonderful custom we have, that when one of
our numbers has passed away, that we shall meet together and
hold services and comment upon the life and deeds of the one
which is gone -- not that we may do her any particular good,
but it will do us much good and bring comfort and consolation
to those who are bereaved. And so our visits, our service, our
expressions of love and sympathy help to build one another up
when we most need it, and sometime, if we have not already
needed it, we will need it.
You may do a deed in one way; I may do it in another
way. You may express yourself in one way and I in another to
show to those who are in sorrow that we are appreciative of
their lives and that we may sympathize with them. We have
banked upon this rostrum beautiful flowers. Why? Because
they are carrying to this family a message. These flowers may
wither and die, not last very long, but the message which they
bring, which they carry with them, will last forever. For they
are the bearers of sympathy, they are the bearers of friendship.
they are the expression of the lovely things of life’s beautiful
emblem and I know of nothing prettier, more fitting to carry
expression of love and sympathy and devotion, than a
beautiful flower.

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 I came into this ward, that is the Seventh Ward, in 1911,
and it was not long after that until I became acquainted with
Brother Moore and his family. A few years after that, I was
made Bishop of the ward, and that gave me the opportunity to,
more than I had before, visit in the homes of the people, and I
have visited many times in the home of Brother Moore and
have always noted a spirit of peace, harmony and contentment
abiding there. I have a great regard for this family because of
the things which I have seen. Brother William and Brother
Frank have been just a little more close to me than other
members of the family because of our work here in the ward.
Brother William worked in one of the organizations and later
was one of my counselors and it would necessary follow that
we got very close and knew each other very well. I would like
to say here that I do appreciate now, very much, my
association, or my past association, in the Bishopric with
Brother William. Brother Frank was ward clerk, and for the
years which he had that position, he was very devoted to it
and he was very efficient in it. I need not worry over his part
of the work because he saw to it that it was done as it should
be done, and I appreciate my association with him. Now, I just
cite that to show that I have had some very close associations
with some of the members of this family, besides knowing all
of them. And I have noted this about them their devotion to
one another, which is a very fine characteristic.
Sister Moore seemed to me very quiet, peace loving,
friendly, a very fine woman. I noticed her as she would come
and take part in the affairs of the ward, attend the meetings,
and also in my contacts with her in her home. She was a
splendid character. There is generally a background for
splendid things, for splendid types, an ancestry worth
consideration, ideals which have come into being from some
source. Sister Moore had Ideals which are choice. One writer
has said, "Dig out the golden truths of your religion and
follow them. They will give you a true appreciation of the
values of life." Real values are founded upon the religious or
spiritual side of our natures. That which is linked with the
divine cannot be evil. Actions are based on Ideals. "our ideals
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are the powers that lead us onward but are always ahead of
us." Worthy actions follow worthy ideals. Ideals which have
been molded through spiritual and religious convictions will
form a basis for an enriched life. Therefore, actions from
ideals formulated or crystallized from religious truths, not
only will promote real values in life, but also form an
appreciation for them. And I am sure that those of you who
are intimate with Sister Moore, will realize that she had an
appreciation for the real values of life.
Now we might analyze some of the truths in regard to the
spiritual life of our sister just a few. First she believed in a
Divine Creator, that she was created in the image of God for
a divine purpose. Therefore, she valued her family heritage
because she felt that she had a real purpose in life, that she
must be an honorable citizen and that when she accepted
wifehood and motherhood, that she would have a
responsibility, of devotion to her husband and her children,
and you know, as well as I, how faithfully she carried that
devotion out Another truth, she believed in the saving
principle of life, based on the atonement of the savior and she
accepted Him as her Redeemer. Now the value this taught her
to have faith in man, to overlook and forgive sins, mine and
yours our imperfections, to manifest a spirit of repentance and
humility, to have a sense of fair dealing, to do unto others as
you would have others do unto you. Unselfishness,
consideration, benevolence, and courtesy, such traits always
wins friends, and friendship is one of the greatest things in
this world. "He who demonstrates by his actions the truth he
would teach is my friend." Now Sister Moore believed in that,
and she did demonstrate by her own life what she would
desire to teach others. You may yourselves know many
incidents in her life which would bear this out. She believed in
the resurrection and in eternal life, that the family relationship
would continue after this probation, and so preparations make
for that end, and I know of nothing more she could do in
preparing for the great beyond.
Now a fine character is gone, but we shall remember her;
these fine characteristics shall remain with us always, and she
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is fully prepared to go and so this beautiful life has grown out
of a background of her ancestry and of her ideals. Brother
William has written an article which I shall read to you. It is
entitled "My Mother's Ancestry."
"My Mother has come down from a noble ancestry,
among whom were the patriots of 1776 and others who
distinguished themselves with honor and glory, for their acts
of bravery and determination to uphold the principles of right
and liberty and defend it, if necessary, at the cost of their
lives. They, who revered the name of God, who made
application of the principles of life and salvation in their lives,
according to the light and knowledge of the same, which was
upon the earth, during the period of time they lived.
"Her Father, William Barker Twitchell, was born 1 Oct
1829, at Portland, ME. He was a school teacher by profession
and a carpenter by trade. He came to Utah in 1851. He was
baptized into the church by Bishop Edward Hunter. He
married my Grand mother, Augusta Hawkins, 17 Mar 1754 at
Salt Lake City, Utah. She was the daughter of BENJAMIN
HAWKINS, who was a member of the Mormon Battalion.
My Grandfather did some of the most intricate and
technical cabinet work in the construction of the old Salt Lake
Theatre. He was ordained an Elder in the Church in 1857 by
Benjamin Sprague. He was in that memorable company of
seventy missionaries, bound for various parts of the world,
that left Salt Lake City, Utah, with hand carts, Apr. 22, l857
arriving at Florence, now Omaha, June 10th, making the trip
to the Missouri River in 40 1/2 days, they rested 7 1/2 days.
His mission at this time was to Canada. He was the only
member of his Father's family who joined the Church, who by
reason of this affiliation, incurred the wrath and hatred of his
parents, brothers and sisters toward him. When he returned
from his Canadian Mission, he entered into a business
partnership with Walker Brothers, the Bankers of Salt Lake
City. In 1867, his Father, Col. Eli Twitchell, who served with
great distinction in the war of 1812, took seriously ill and on
his death bed repented of his unfatherly attitude toward his

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son, requested that my Grandfather be sent for, that he might
make his peace with him before he died. My Grandfather's
family were very wealthy. One of his brothers, (George)
owned one of the largest hotels in New York City and rated a
millionaire. They said if he would come, they would pay his
expenses. My Grandfather being a very independent man
refused their assistance. He disposed of his business interests,
deposited one thousand dollars in a Brigham City Bank, to be
used for the support of his family, during his absence. The
family moved to Brigham City, where my Grandmother's
Father was residing. My Mother was about 2 1/2 years of age
at this time. Shortly after my Grandfather arrived at the home
of his father, he took seriously ill, he took seriously ill and
was confined in the hospital for several weeks. His hospital
expenses consumed all his money, which he had brought with
him to take him home and still left him heavily in debt. His
father's family wanted him to give up the Church and send for
his family and said if he would do so, they would be provided
for during the remainder of their lives. My Grandfather
thanked them and said he couldn't do such a thing for his
salvation and that of his family meant more to him than the
material things of this life. They replied, if that was the way
he felt about it, they would do nothing for him and he could
get home the best way he could and turned him out of doors.
He went to Brooklyn, NY and taught school until the finish
of the school year. Being still in debt and having no money to
return home he sought other employment. He could find
nothing to do excepting to work in the harvest field. Not being
used to heavy work, he contracted a cold and took suddenly ill
and died of pneumonia in less than a week. His people buried
him and informed my Grandmother of his death. My mother
was about 4 years old at this time. When my mother was 14
years of age her mother died, leaving her and her four brothers
alone to fight the battle of life.
Her Great Grandfather, Captain Peter Twitchell was born
June 13, 1761 at Sherborn, Mass. He was the youngest son of
a family of 14 children. At the age of 16 he entered the army
with seven of his brothers and served in the Revolutionary
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War. The early age in which he enlisted and the fact that all
his brothers were also in the service, affords an illustration of
the spirit with which that war was carried on. After the close
of the war he was chosen as Captain of the Militia of which he
ever after bore the title in the Militia of his native town. He
was one of the assesses at the time that the old English
currency was changed from pounds, shillings and pence to
dollars and cents, and was under the necessity of explaining to
most of those who were taxed, the nature of the new system
and its relation to the old. He had command of the Militia at
the funeral of President George Washing-ton. In 1816, he
united with the Congregational Church at Bethel Maine, with
which he walked through life. His interest in the sanctuary
were very marked. For upwards of twenty years he was
accustomed to walk from four to five miles to attend church,
and this he did from choice, that others of the family might
ride, and thus as many as possible enjoy the blessings of
public worship. Frequently he would say, "I don't know what I
should do if I couldn't pray. It is there that I find all my
comfort." Among his last words which he whispered forth to
his family were, "Pray, always pray." So illustrative, were his
last days, of the song:
"Prayer is the Christian's vital breath
The Christian's native air;
His watch words at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer."
My Grandmother, Augusta Hawkins Twitchell was
baptized into the Church in 1845 by Elder Henry Jacobs. She
came to Utah in 1848, in Amasa M. Lyman's company.
My Mother was kind and gentle. It always seemed to me
that she had no faults or failings. It seemed to me her life was
illustrative of the words of the song:
"Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of evening
When it floats among the trees"

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 She was always cheerful and pleasant, and was like a
magnet, always drawing those to her, who came within her
influence. Never given to anger, backbiting or making trouble.
Always tried to return good for evil. She could never be
induced to speak of another that would cause offense. If a tale
was carried to her it would go no further. She disliked
contention and strife. She was a peace maker and always
strived for harmony in her circle of association. She never
complained of her lot in life, the words of the song
exemplified her loving nature and she truly believed and
exemplified in her life, the words of the song: "There is
Beauty all Around when There's love at home," and love did
truly abide in her home. She had a knowledge and testimony
of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and prized that testimony more
than life itself. She believed in the resurrection and
immortality of the soul and hoped and prayed that her children
would live and obey the Gospel, that they would come to her
after this life. He was a devoted and faithful wife, a kind and
loving mother, giving to her step children the same treatment
and attention she gave her own. She was truly a God-given
Mother and to such as she the poet said:
"God thought to give the sweetest thing
in all his mighty power to earth,
And deeply pondering what it should be,
One hour in fondest joy and love of heart, outweighing
every other
He moved the gates of Heaven apart
He gave to earth our mother."

Remarks by PATRIARCH MILES M. JONES:

Since learning of the passing of Allie, my mind has run
back many times over my early childhood. It is my good
pleasure to have been acquainted with her, practically from
childhood. She was left fatherless. Mrs. Owen Barker was left
motherless. My uncle Amos Stone and his wife Sarah made
these girls welcome in their home and it was always a joy and
a pleasure for them to meet there, and it was always a pleasure
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for me, in connection with other members of the family, to
visit there quite frequently and associate, as boys and girls
usually associate. I have watched her advancement from
girlhood to womanhood, to motherhood, and now to grand
motherhood, and I have admired her in every step of life. She
assumed the responsibility of wifehood and of motherhood.
She mothered the motherless, and those children, today and all
through their life, have thought just as much of her as they
possibly could have thought of their own mother if she had
been permitted to remain here in mortality, and she thought
the same of them.
This is certainly a wonderful trait in the life of a man or
woman.
It has been the pleasure of my wife and me to visit in the
home of Brother Moore quite frequently. We always enjoyed
going up and spending an hour or two with them and
conversing over times past and also of the possibilities of the
present and future. She always manifested a great faith in life
and in eternity, and not long before she passed away, she
made the statement that she was not afraid to go. She was not
afraid to meet the end. This is a wonderful thing if we can so
live and order our lives that we can look forward to the future
with the hope and the certainty that Allie looked forward to it,
then life can be made pleasant each day as we go along. I
never remember of her saying a single word against any
neighbor or against any individual. She always spoke well of
all of those with whom she associated, and she had a very
optimistic outlook on life. Her family relations were the most
cordial. Love and harmony abode in their home. When one
can reach the end of life, as she has, under these circumstances
and conditions, we can certainly rest assured that all is well,
and they are in a condition to receive the reward that is
promised to the faithful. I would like to take the privilege of
reading just a few of the verses as recorded by Paul in his
Epistle to the Corinthians, speaking on conditions similar to
those which confront us today. "If in this life only we have
hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable. But now is
Christ risen from the dead, and become the first fruits of them
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that slept. For since by man came death, by man came also the
resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in
Christ shall all be made alive. But every man in his own order:
Christ the first fruits; afterward they that are Christ's at his
coming."
As Bishop Budge has stated here this afternoon, Allie has
observed the laws of the Gospel. She has put herself in a
position where she can be one of those who will be Christ's at
his coming. You will recall that Paul, in one of his epistles,
made mention that there are many degrees of glory. He says
that there is one which is likened to the sun, there is another
one which is likened unto the moon, and there is another
which is likened unto the stars, the Telestial; and, as one star
differeth from another star in glory, so also is the glory of
man. What has been read here, which was written by Brother
William, has given us an idea and a little background of the
activities of Sister Allie and other members of the family.
They proved faithful. They embraced the Gospel and were in
a position to advance in wisdom and understanding and in
strength and power while here in mortal life. And so those
who keep and observe that law were the ones here to which
Paul refers to that teaching of the savior, so when we come to
the close of a life like this we are honoring today, it is not in a
spirit of sadness, of sorrow, and of mourning as there would
be under other circumstances and conditions. Realizing and
knowing as we do that where one has fulfilled the measure of
their creation here in mortal Life, all is well with him. He has
gone to his reward.
When I visited the home yesterday and the night before, I
did not feel the spirit of death and of mourning as we might
do upon some occasions. We realize and understand the life
that she has lead. She has lived the Celestial Law. You know,
Jesus said upon one occasion, "He that doeth the will of the
Father shall know the doctrine, whether it be of God or
whether I speak of myself," and He laid down the doctrine,
taught the people what they should do in order that they might
be saved in the Celestial Kingdom and in the life to come.
That plan has been restored to the earth today. Sister Allie and
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members of her family have complied to that law; and,
consequently, she is entitled to, and she will receive, the
Celestial Degree of Glory; and her husband is following along
the same path. It will not be long until he will join, and how
happy that reunion will be in the life to come. It is as Jesus
said, "In My father's house there are many mansions. I go to
prepare a place for you that where I am ye will be also." Allie
will be preparing the home for him so that when he comes,
their reuniting will be one of joy and happiness and of
contentment throughout the countless ages of eternity.
We are here upon the earth for just a short time, three
score and ten years. It has been stated that some do not last
that period of time. But let that be as it may, we are here for
the purpose of gaining an experience in mortal life, and that
experience will always remain with us. We can look back over
our sojourn here in mortal life in this life to come, and it will
be made clear to us just what vicissitudes we have passed
through here, and sometimes we may complain because we
have trials of various kinds to pass through sorrow, sickness,
pain, the loss of friends, and many others that may come our
way, and sometimes we hear individuals complain because
they have these conditions to meet. I often think of a very
splendid sermon I heard President C. W. Penrose give upon
one occasion similar to the one which we are honoring today,
and he made this statement, that if we passed through this life
without any obstacles to overcome, no suffering, no sorrow,
no adversity, he says that when we passed from this life, the
change would not seem so vivid as it will when we have some
things to contend with, which we can rise up and overcome.
When we enter into the life to come and look back over the
past and when we have encountered and overcome and lived
faithful, serving the Lord to the best of our ability, how great
will be our joy and rejoicing under these circumstances and
conditions. So, as I review the life of Sister Allie here, she has
been wonderful in her home, so splendid to these children, a
loving wife, a loving and kind considerate neighbor, and
having observed the laws and commandments of the almighty,
her reward is sure.
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 Death had no sting for her nor grave hath no victory over
her. She has gained her victory and her reward, so my prayer
is that Brother Joseph and members of the family will ever
cherish her memory and look forward to the time of meeting
her again, that they might live and order their lives that when
their time comes to lay down this mortal life, they may be
prepared as she has been prepared for the great future. These
blessings I ask in the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Remarks, by Bishop Richards:

"So live that when thy summons comes to join that
innumerable caravan that goes to that mysterious realm where
each must take his chamber in the silent halls of death, thou
go in like the burly slave, scourged to his dungeon but
sustained and soothed by an unfaltering trust, approach thy
grave like one who wraps the drapery of his coats around him
and lies down to pleasant dreams." It is those words, my
brothers and sisters, I think describe very well the attitude that
the good sister had towards this passing, and I think it
describes very well the attitude that her husband, Brother
Moore, has towards passing. I think it is a wonderful thing if
we can go down to death without fear, without cringing, and
without doubt. I think that Sister Moore could say along with
Job of old that "I know that my redeemer liveth and that I
shall stand at the latter day upon the earth and though after my
skin worms destroy this flesh, this body, yet in my flesh shall
I see God." It was my privilege to associate with these good
folks, Brother and Sister Moore and their family, talk with
them, feel their spirit, and I know that they had an absolute
abiding faith that Jesus is the Christ, the author of life and
salvation and that after death comes the resurrection. There
was no doubt in the mind of Sister Moore that she would see
her mother and her father and her loved ones when she passed
on, And there is no doubt in the mind of Brother Joseph
Moore but that he will meet her in the period of a few short
years, along with other members of his family who have
passed on before.

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 The other speakers have mentioned the fine lineage
through which this fine sister has come and what a splendid
character she is, and I bear testimony to those things too. I
could not help but think when Brother Will was telling me of
the incident of his grandfather going back east, of the time
when the Savior was taken on to a high mountain. Satan was
with him and Satan showed Him in picture all the kingdoms
of the earth, and he said "all these will I give you if Thou wilt
bow down and worship me." And you know the words of the
Savior as he said, "Get thee behind me Satan, for it is written
that thou shalt worship the Lord, thy God." It seems to me that
this grandfather was in the same position. He was induced to
go back east to see his folks who were rich, well-to-do, and
the same thing came to him, "If thou wilt forsake thy religion,
if thou wilt violate thy conscience, if thou wilt back down and
worship the things of the world, I will give you a living of
plenty, and you will never have to worry about a livelihood
again." Contrast that easy life with the life he expected to
come back to among the pioneers when they were building up
this country. He was loyal to his convictions. He was Christ-
like in turning down this temptation, so I say that Sister
Moore ought to be good with the lineage through which she
came and her children ought to be good because of the lineage
through which they came.
We are called to pass through a great many tribulations
and trials in this life, and I think Patriarch Jones mentioned
the words of one of the church leaders that this life would
more or less be wasted if we did not have these trials and
tribulations to pass through. We are here for growth and for
development, and I maintain that trials and tribulations such as
this refine our souls, give us soul development that we need if
we are going to grow towards Godhood. I do not think we can
get the development in any other way. This development that
we get through laying away our loved ones and mourning for
them, feeling the helplessness of man and the power and the
glory of God.
Joseph Smith was called to pass through many trials and
tribulations and on one occasion, when he was almost over
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come because of them, he prayed to God concerning them.
God accepted that prayer in words such as these. These are a
few of the words. "My son, peace be unto thy soul. Thine
adversity and thy afflictions shall be of a small moment and
then if thou do it well, God shall exalt thee on High and thou
shalt triumph over all thy foes." And further, concerning these
trials and afflictions, He Says, "Now thou, my son, that all
these things shall give thee experience and be for thy good." It
seems to me that is probably the best answer that can be given
for the reason why we have to pass through trials and
tribulations of life. I think the Lord wants to put us into a
condition so that when we arise in the resurrection, there is no
more death, no more sorrow, no more sickness, and worries
taken away, that we might be in a position to appreciate that
condition. I do not believe we would be if we did not have to
pass through these trials and tribulations here upon the earth. I
pray that the blessings of the Lord might be with Brother
Moore, that the remaining years of his life may be peaceful,
that he may have joy in the memory of the pleasant years he
has spent, some 52 years, I understand, with this good woman,
and that he might look forward with joyful anticipation of
meeting her again in the resurrection. May the Lord bless her
family that they may also have joy in thinking of their mother
and relationships they have had with her, and that they might
so order their lives that they may merit a place in the Celestial
Kingdom with their mother, for I feel sure she will be one of
those who will merit a place in the Celestial Kingdom of our
Father in Heaven. May the Lord bless us all that we may have
a keen sense of our present position here upon the earth, that
we might so order our lives that when our turn comes to pass
on, that we might feel that we have fought a good fight, that
we may have no fear of the meeting of our Father in Heaven
and of the judgment day when the books shall be opened and
we shall be judged according to the books. I pray for these
blessings in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Remarks by the Conductor.

The prelude was played by Sister Leona Maddock. She
has also been an accompanies to those who have sung. The
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soloists have been Sister Annie Brian and Sister Arta
Blakeley. The prayer was offered by Brother John L. Wilson,
and our speakers have been President Budge and Patriarch
Jones. The services will be as follows: A solo, "Going Home",
by Sister Annie Brian, and the closing prayer by bishop Albert
E. Read. On behalf of the family, I wish to express thanks and
appreciation to all who have rendered any service whatsoever
during the sickness and the passing of this good sister. They
are most appreciative of these things.

SOLO, "GOING HOME", by Annie Brian

CLOSING PRAYER, by Albert E. Read.
Righteous and Eternal Father, we are truly grateful unto
thee for the opportunity we have had of assembling here
together today for the spirit of peace that has been in our
midst, for Thy Spirit that has here with us to lead, guide, and
direct those who have taken Part on the program. Father in
Heaven, we do thank Thee that we have had association and
acquaintance with Sister Moore whom thou hast seen fit to
call home at this time. We pray, Heavenly Father, that we
might put into our lives some of the essence of the values of
her life, that we might emulate some of the noble
characteristics that could be put into our own lives and our
families, that might help us to be stronger and to be better and
to do some of those things which would help us to buoy our
lives up and to be better and to continue to improve. Father in
Heaven, we pray for Thy Spirit to be with her husband,
Joseph B. Moore, and her family, that they might be consoled
in the noble record of their wife and mother, and when in their
own due time, they might have an opportunity of again
contacting her in a peaceful habitation.
We pray that Thou wilt now dismiss us, at this time, and
go with us in the continuation of these services at the
cemetery and bless us that no harm may come upon us and
that these services might be completed in peace and
pleasantness to all concerned. Heavenly Father, we pray for
Thy Spirit to be with us each and every day and that we by
association with one another, may make each other better by
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our association, we ask these blessings and all that thou seest
we are in need of, we ask it in Jesus name, Amen.

Figure 4 At her home

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My Mother

by Wm. B. Moore
My mother, Alice May Twitchell was born May 1st, 1865
in Salt Lake City Utah. She was the daughter of Wm. Barker
Twitchell and Augusta Hawkins. When she was a year and a
half old, grandfather rec'd word that his father, Col. Ely
Twitchell was critically ill at his home in Bethel Main and
wanted him to come to him before he died. (I shall write more
in detail of this in my grandfather biography.) Grandfather
disposed of his business interests in Salt Lake and moved his
family to Brigham City, having made arrangements with
Benjamin Hawkins, my grandmothers father to make their
home with him until grandfather returned from the east.
I shall write more in detail of my grandfathers trip east
later in this history. Suffice it to say at this point, that after
grandfather arrived at his old home, met his father who was
on his death bed, they became reconciled and shortly after his
father died. Grandfather then took ill himself and after a few
months he passed from this life. I have heard mother relate
that even though she was only about 32 or 4 years old at the
time, she could remember the letter arriving, which was edged
in black announcing his death. This left grandmother a
widow, with five children, the youngest (Ely) having been
born about six months after my grandfathers departure for the
east.
It was quite a struggle for my grandmother. Her children
ranging age from about 12 years to about 14 years. The
money grandfather had deposited in Brigham City for their
support during his absence was soon used up. The family
continued their residence in Brigham City for about three
years when grandmother was forced through circumstances to
move her family to Portage, Utah. Here they lived on a ranch,
grandmother working for a man by the name of Jed Stoddard,
making butter and cheese for him. It was while here they had
a n Indian scare. I have heard mother relate it as a boy. She
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trouble. It was Chief Pocatello's band of Indians. He had
caused a little child to be stolen from its parents at Mendon,
Utah. And the old chief had remarked he would have nine
more children. So while living at this ranch, Chief Pocatello
with four of his braves came to my grandmothers house. She
had seen them coming so she hid my mother and her baby
brother in a little back room of the house. The Indians came
in the house, ordered grandmother to get them something to
eat, which she did. They told her they would do her no harm.
After they had satisfied their hunger, they left. What a relief
it was to grandmother and the children. As young as mother
was, she still could remember how frightened she was while
the Indians were in the house.
That fall, grandmother and her family moved back to her
father's place in Brigham City, where they lived for about two
years. About this time, Amos P. Stone, a friend of
grandmother moved the family to Ogden, where they lived in
a log house belonging to Alfred Folker in Mound Fort. I have
also heard mother say they lived with one of Amos Stone's
wives, who lived where Roy Stone now resides on 12th Street.
This wife was the mother of Lewis Stone, Roy's father and my
aunt Lizzie Moore, who was the wife of Uncle Dave Moore.
About two years later the family moved back to Brigham
City. I think it was while the family was living in Ogden that
grandmother entered into plural marriage with Amos P. Stone.
After they moved back to Brigham City this last time,
mother's two eldest brothers, Will and Ben went to work in
Brigham City Canyon. About a year and a half later they
bought the right of entry to a quarter section of land which
was 30 miles north of Brigham City, located on the Cache
Valley divide.
When mother was about 9 years of age the family moved
to their new home on the ranch. Their home was a two room
stone house without doors. A quilt was hung at the opining in
place of a door. I have heard Mother till that on one occasion
after the family had retired for bed, they heard the horsed
racing back and forth, snorting and blowing. They knew

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something was wrong. Her brothers were afraid to go out.
Only this quilt which hung at the door was their protection.
The next morning the boys went a short distance from the
house and they saw where a huge bear had come and lay
down. That was the reason for the horses unrest. If the bear
had wondered over to the house there was nothing which
would have prevented it from coming into the house. It was a
narrow escape for them.
Mother said they had no neighbors except the Brigham
City dairy which was a mile and a half away. Up to this time
she had attended school regularly. Now to attend school she
would have to go away from home, which she didn't like to
do. She and her mother were very close companions and she
didn't like to go away and leave her mother alone on the
ranch. But her mother persuaded her to go. So the following
summer she went back to Brigham City and attended the
North String School which was three miles north of Brigham
City. She attended two months. The school was taught by
Richard Baity. While here she lived in the home of William
Pierce. His wife was the daughter of Hyrum Smith the
patriarch. Mother said she loved to sit and listen to her speak
of her uncle Joseph Smith, the Prophet.
When mother was 11 years of age, she went to Richmond
Utah and attended school all winter. Her teacher was Melvin
J. Stone. The next summer she attended school at Brigham
City, taught by Elijah Boxes. She lived in the home of
Charles Wright. She had been attending school about six
weeks when her grandfather Benjamin Hawkins died at
Brigham City. She now got so homesick that she went home
to her mother, which was a great disappointment to her
brothers for they wanted her to continue her school studies.
The next winter she went to Ogden and attended school.
The teacher was Ellen Moore, my father's sister who later
became the wife of John L. Wilson. While in Ogden, she
lived at the home of David M. Moore, my father's oldest
brother. The following April, her mothers health commenced
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 The following June, 1879, when mother was 14 years of
age, a great sorrow came into her life. It was on the 25th of
the month. In those days, especially people living as they were
away from the cities had to make their own good times. And
the parents would join with the young people in creating their
enjoyment. On this particular night there were five young
men who kept the railroad in repair, they were called section
boys. The section house was a mile and a half from mothers
home. Their home was in Mendon, Utah. They thought a
great deal of grandmother and she had a great respect for
them. On this evening they called for mother's brother to go
with them to the dairy. Grandmother hearing them went out
and asked if they wouldn't like to spend the evening at her
home. They replied that they would, but had thought it would
be too much for her. She told them they could dance, as there
were enough girls to have a good time. Mother's step sister,
Aunt Vincy Stone who later became the wife of James J.
Barker, who became the parents of Leantine Knighton, also
the Simmons girls were there. After they had been dancing
for sometime, a young man asked grandmother to be his
partner for a French Four set. It was a dance she dearly loved
to dance. She replied, that she would rather not tonight, but
said, "I won't refuse you.". They formed on the floor and
went through two changes when grandmother began to
stagger. They took her to her rocking chair thinking she had
only fainted. They called her husband, Amos Stone who was
there, he being what they called a home doctor. He rushed to
his medicine chest to get something to revive her but she was
gone. He worked with her until morning before he would
give up. It was 10:15 p.m. when it happened.
Mother's brothers Will and Ben were away at the time
and only one could be reached to get home in time for the
funeral. They kept her body three days, then put her on the
cars and taken to Brigham City for burial. Her body was
buried in the Brigham City Cemetery.
Mother was now only 14 years of age, bereft of both
father and mother. A mother who had been both father and
mother to her. It seemed to her that the whole bottom of the
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earth had dropped out. She felt so lonely and depressed. I
have heard her say many times how discouraged she was.
Here she was all alone, her ranch home being on the Cache
Valley Divide and her nearest neighbor about a mile away.
Her brother hired Ellen Simmons to stay with her that
summer, then she house alone during the winter. As she has
often related to me her feeling during those long winter days
and nights. What a comfort her brother Ben was to her on
those long winter nights. He would read the Book of Mormon
to her. As she grew to womanhood and became separated
from her brother, she always had a kindly feeling for her
brother Ben. Her youngest brother Eli was about 11 or 12
years of age. So she had the responsibility of looking after
him. I never saw my uncle Ben. He called at our home while
I was on my mission to Australia. Mother hadn't seen him in
30 years. I saw my uncle Eli once. He came to visit mother
when I was a small boy, and it was the first time mother had
seen him in years. Both of them were then living in Montana.
The next spring after my grandmothers death, mothers
brother Will, the eldest in the family got married and brought
his wife home. But she soon became dissatisfied and ridiculed
the church. She said many things contrary to what
grandmother had taught my mother and mother knew the
things she said were untrue and it made her feel very badly..
So my uncle and his wife didn't remain very long, they moved
away. I think mother said they only lived there about two
years. Mother then kept house for her brothers.
The spring mother was 18, her brother Charles got
married, and then she came to Ogden and attended school for
two months at Mrs. Powell's school. She lived at the home of
David M. Moore, my father's eldest brother. Then she went to
live in the home of John L. Wilson, my uncle who married my
father s sister Ellen Moore. Mother lived here until she was
22 years of age. During this time she attended Vincy R.
Stones school one winter.
On July 15th, 1886, my father lost his first wife Louisa
Bybee and left him with 4 small children. His wife died at

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 childbirth. The baby survived but only lived a few months
and the child older also died leaving father with two children,
Irvin aged eight years and Laura four years of age. My father
courted mother while she was living at the home of his sister
Ellen Wilson. They were married Nov. 13th, 1887. Mother
raised fathers children, Irvin and Laura until they married and
went to themselves. Mother was the only mother that Laura
ever knew as she was too young to remember her own mother.
I have heard father say many times, that there is only about
one woman in every 1000 who can mother another woman's
children and he said mother was that one in her thousand. She
was a real mother to them.
To father and mother
were born four children,
myself, Wm. Byron,, May
12, 1889, Wallace, April
21, 1891, Franklin
Charles, January 21, 1894
and Eli, February 17,
1902. Eli only lived four
days, he passed away on
February 21st.
After mother married
Figure 5 Alice and Joseph with their son Wm. B. and his
wife Myrtle with their first son Byron
and during the time she was raising her family and in fact for
the rest of her life she enjoyed very poor health. I shall refer
more in detail to this in my own autobiography. Suffice it to
say it was a great trial to her in her life. It deprived her of
much joy and in a large measure prevented her in doing things
which was her greatest wish to do, especially that of working
in the church. She did however in 1909, her health at that
time much better than what it had been, join the Relief Society
of the 7th Ward and was sustained in the office of a visiting
teacher. Later she was sustained as a presiding teacher, which
calling she fulfilled in a very faithful manner.
My mother was a most remarkable character, very spiritual
minded. She was kind and lovable. In all the years of my
remembrance of her, I never heard a foul word pass her lips, I

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never heard her repeat a tale or pass gossip to another,
pertaining to the life of someone else. She was kind and
gentle. It always seemed to me that she had ho faults. Her
life was illustrative of the words of the song:
Sister, thou was mild and lovely, gentle as
the summer breeze, pleasant as the air of
evening when it floats among the trees.
She was always cheerful and pleasant, and was like a
magnet, always drawing those to her, who came within her
influence. Never given to anger, backbiting or making
trouble. Always tried to return good for evil. She could never
be influenced to speak of another that would cause offense.
She disliked contention and strife. She was a peacemaker and
always strived for harmony in her circle of association. She
never complained of her lot in life and she truly believed and
exemplified in her life the words of the song: "There is beauty
all around, when there's love at home.". She had a knowledge
and a testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ and prized that
testimony more than life itself. She had an abiding faith in the
power of the Holy Priesthood of God. She believed in the
immortality and eternal life of man. She hoped and prayed
that her children would live and obey the gospel of Jesus
Christ, that they might come to her after this life. I think it
was the last time that she was able to speak to me before her
passing that she asked for my brother Wallace. And I am sure
she passed out of this life with him on her mind. She loved
her children and she did want those family ties to continue in
the next life. She was worried about Wallace because he was
not spiritually minded and he had not complied with all the
Church ordinances that would make this possible. Wallace
had married out of the Church. So this thought I am sure was
with her to the last and knowing her as I did, She died with a
prayer in her heart that light and testimony of the gospel
would come to Wallace so he could act for himself before it
was to late. She was a devoted and faithful wife and a kind
and loving mother, giving to her step children the same
treatment and attention she gave her own. My mother
possessed every virtue that it was possible for a woman to be
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endowed with. I recall a statement made by brother Joseph
Johnson, the father of Dr. Clarence Johnson who lived in the
seventh ward many years ago make in my hearing. It was at
an evening meeting. He had been to the temple that day and
so had mother. He said, as I stood gazing at your mother it
was like looking at an angel of God, standing there as she was
dressed in her temple robes, she was beautiful to behold. She
was truly a God given mother and to such as she - has the poet
said:
"God thought to give the sweetest thing in all.
His mighty power to earth, and deeply
pondering what it should be, one hour in
fondest joy and love of heart, out weighing
every other He moved the gates of heaven
apart, He gave the earth our Mother."
Mother had a
wonderful influence on
father. He was not
naturally spiritually
minded. And in the
early part of his life up
until about the time I
was called on my Figure 6 Joseph Byron Moore & his wife Alice
mission he had taken up May Twitchell Moore
habits which was not conducive to spirituality. But finally
after he was persuaded to leave these habits off then he
commenced to take more of an interest in Church affairs. I
think it was about two weeks before mother passed away. I
was with her and she made this remark to me. "There has
been a most wonderful change in your fathers life and attitude.
He is a different man to what he used to be. As I look over
the past," said she, "maybe I have done a little good after all.
Maybe my life hasn't been spent in vain." And as she made
these remarks a happy pleasing expression came over her face.
I never saw her look more beautiful. I am sure it was from
her that I inherited my spiritual inclinations.
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such that she could attend to her home duties, she was always
working to make her home what a home should be. She was a
remarkable cook. Her mother died when she was only a girl
so she didn't have but a very little opportunity to learn from
her mother. So her knowledge of cooking she learned from
my grandmother Moore. And she proved to be a very apt
pupil. I shall never forget those hot buttermilk biscuits which
she always made for breakfast. And those pumpkin and
mincemeat pies. That home made sausage and so I could go
on. As she said to me hot too long ago before passing when I
and some of the children were visiting with her and they were
having a hand out as they always rec'd when they went to see
her. As she sat watching them eat she said "O for the appetite
of youth." I could not understand then what she meant but I
do now.
She accomplished a great deal in her genealogical work in
searching the records of her forefathers. It was while I was on
my mission that Aunt Vincy Barker through information she
learned at the genealogical library in Salt Lake that a mother
had two living aunt sisters to her father. One was living in
Mass. and the other in Los Angeles, California. Mother wrote
each and rec'd replies and she carried on a correspondence
with them especially with the one in California. She was able
to obtain some valuable information regarding her ancestry
which she had not been able to do before. It made it possible
for her to go into the temples and do the work for many of her
people. As I look back now, I just marvel that she was able to
do what she did accomplish handicapped with her poor health
as she was. She was never more happy than what she was,
when she was in the service of the Lord and working for her
ancestry in the temple.
Mother said in the closing sentence of her autobiography
that her life's work had been to be a homemaker in every
sense of the word and I can truly testify she was indeed just
that. She was a real inspiration to me and has been a guiding
light all my life.
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never again get up and that she wouldn't be here when Byron
returned from his mission she said to me, "Give my love to
Byron and tell him good bye. God bless him, I am proud of
him, may he continue on through life."
As each of us are born into this world to live our span of
life, so mother had finally completed her course. Her disease
stricken and weakened body could no longer hold her spirit.
In the early morning of March 5th, 1940 her spirit to its flight.
She passed peacefully away in her sleep. She had a most
impressive service in the 7th Ward chapel on March 8th,
1940. The service being conducted by I. L. Richards of the
21st Ward. The chapel was filled to over flowing. So hers
was a life will spent filled with years of usefulness. What a
happy reunion it must have been when she and her mother met
as her spirit stepped out of her mortal body, that mother whom
she loved with all the love that is possible for a daughter to
have for a mother. As I pause and reflect, I am reminded
of the words of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. "It seemeth such a little
way to me. Across to that strange county, the beyond. And
yet, not strange, for it has grown to be, the home of those of
whom I am so fond. And so for me there is no death. It is but
crossing, with abated breath, a little strip of sea. To find ones
loved ones waiting on the shore more beautiful, more precious
than before."
And so I am looking forward to the time when I shall in a
reunion join my mother and all my loved ones who have
preceded to that land, the beyond where there is no sorrow or
pain.

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