Emma Mathilda Hult
Written almost entirely by daughter Amy Evelyn Anderson Jones
Emma Mathilda Hult was born on March 28, 1867 in Risinge, Sweden to Gustaf Adolf Hult and Maja Stina Andersdotter as the 6th child of 8. When Emma was 14 years old, her mother died and she took over the house work for her father and cared for her younger sisters. In April of 1882, she graduated from Herastop Seminary, a Lutheran school, which gave her more education than was usual. When Emma was 16, she went to work in a factory in Norrkoping, Sweden. From then on she was on her own. She had finished school as she had to have her permit [diploma] to work. She was very adapted to her work which was making cloth. She and her friend Marie "Louise" Erikson Woodruff could handle more looms than the average girls, so received higher wages.
She took her vacations in the winter as they had to cross a lake in order to go home and she could skate across the frozen lake in the winter but would have to walk around it in the summer.
Her father Gustaf remarried when she was 16 years old. Gustaf was in the Forestry Service. Whenever the King or royalty went hunting, they wanted him to go with them as he was a good marksman.
In her twenties, she and a friend were on their way home to their apartment when they heard Mormon missionaries talking on a corner. It became fascinating to them. They both ended up joining the Church. Mother's family didn't like it when she joined the Mormon Church as they, as well as mother, belonged to the Lutheran Church. She was baptized June 11, 1889 by J.A. Quist in Norrkoping, Sweden and Confirmed the same day by Olle Olson.
She eventually wanted to come to Utah. In order to do this she had to be sponsored by a Church member that would pay her way and then she was to work for them for a year. Her family finally just disowned her. Her father talked and pleaded with her not to go but finally seeing she was determined to go, he gave her his blessing. Emma did keep in touch with one sister.
Emma, friend Louise, Clara Lundskog and her husband, Lena Johnson and husband Andrew, were all on the same ship, the Alaska. She said that she ate a good meal before she left but was ill all the way and couldn't eat. She arrived in Salt Lake City on October 15, 1892, and in Grantsville on October 21, 1892.
Once Emma arrived in Grantsville, she worked for the family of Gustave Anderson in Grantsville for a year. Her friend, Louise, worked for a Woolley family. In Grantsville, a friend she met, Dena Boyer, helped her with the language, so she learned to speak English. In Grantsville, she met her future husband, Carl A. Anderson. He had been hired two years earlier working for the Boothe family. When Emma and Louise left to go to Salt Lake to work, Carl left for Wyoming to herd sheep. After this he hated sheep and said they were the dumbest animal born. Emma went to work as a maid in the Cullen Hotel. After a short time, she became ill with typhoid fever. She very likely contracted this through the food as they ate their meals at the hotel. A Sister Backman heard about her being so very ill, came to the hotel and took Emma to the sisters own house, nursing her back to health. She lost all of her hair and was so happy when it grew back in. She then worked in the Backman home to pay for the help she had received. Mr. Backman, if I understand it correctly, was a lawyer.
Mother's friend, Louise, met and married Wilford Woodruff, Jr. She was his second wife and helped him raise his children by his first wife who had passed away. Louise had two children of her own, Ezra and Louise.
On July 18, 1894, Mother and father were married in the Salt Lake Temple and moved to Grantsville to live. Their years were filled with hard work. Dad worked for other farmers until he saved enough money to buy 40 acres of ground-all just sagebrush and washes. He cleared the ground first making sure they could get drinking water, drilled a well and then built a home and planted an orchard.
Mother, not having been around Indians, was afraid of them. She said she would be baking bread, the Indians would come in, squat on the floor and wait until she took the bread out of the oven. They would then take most of it and leave. Dad said the Indians could smell it a mile away and that's why they came. Dad talked to Old Eagle, telling him Mother was afraid of them and that they were taking too much. Old Eagle said they wouldn't hurt her and said for her not to let them take all of it. Mother baked wonderful bread and also made delicious butter (thousands of pounds) that the town would just love when she sold it.
Dad began to fail in health in 1934. By the spring of 1935, he was really ill, but I never once heard him complain. Dad kept getting worse. Mother wore herself out trying to fix him things he liked to eat and he couldn't eat. I finally convinced the doctor and asked him if Dad had cancer, he affirmed. We then tried to tell Mother that Dad couldn't swallow the food so she would sop wearing herself out. I and Algot finally just stayed with the folks.
Father passed away on the 15th day of May 1935. He was buried on the 19th. We all prayed for a good day- we got rain the day before the funeral and it was a nice day, so our prayers were answered. We told Mother if she wished to do so she could come and live with us. Her answer was she would try and stay in the home for the time being. By fall she decided to come and live with us so had had the basement completed into two rooms for her and two extra bedrooms. She moved in just before Thanksgiving.
In the summer of 1943, Mother had surgery on her eyes for cataracts. They operated on one eye. I spent my nights with mother and Alvin spent what time he could during the days. The first surgery Mother had was not successful. She lost vision in her eye as she was not able to lie still for the time required at the time, in the middle of the night she ripped off the bandages. Months later she had the other eye done and ended up with 10% vision. This didn't bother her too much as she used a reading glass to read the paper from cover to cover and could tell me all the news when I came home from work. She often turned the radio on when there was something she wanted to hear. When she had the second operation my brother Alvin had surgery on his eye for cataracts on his eye as well; they were in the hospital at the same time.
One day while outside, Emma was with one of the grandchildren and the little one started to pick flowers from a neighbors garden. The neighbor lady became angry and became irate. Emma told the told neighbor to hush up and that it is better that a child pick flowers, rather than picking them yourself to put on a child's grave, since Emma's baby boy Edvin lived only about a year and a half. No cause is known for his death as there were no doctors at the time - just midwives.
On October 30, 1947, Mother went out to look and see if the roses were still there or if they had frozen. She loved flowers. For some reason she went out the front door. She usually went out the back way as she had something to hold on to. I was at work as was my husband. A neighbor found Mother. She had fallen and was lying on the ground. Dr. Millburn told me Mother had both wrists broken and a compound fracture of the right elbow. They told me she wouldn't survive the setting of the bones and gave her 24 hours at the most, so we put her in the Tooele Valley Hospital. I quit work and stayed with Mother round the clock for three weeks. Mary, my sister in law would come stay for a few hours so I could go home to bathe and change clothes. Mother was 80 years of age but she came home after about 4 weeks in the hospital. I had to feed her and do everything for her.
In May of 1949, my husband Orville and I moved to El Centro, California to start a drive in theater. Mother went to live with my brother Alvin and Ethel. For awhile she was lost and said she wanted to go home. Home to her was the two rooms she had in our house in Tooele for 15 years- but eventually she quieted down and accepted where she lived now.
On Fathers Day 1954, Mother broke her hip. I went up as Mother was in the hospital. I was gone for over a month until Mother was well enough to be put in the Rest Home. Ethel had surgery and couldn't lift her and Alvin was working so we had no other choice. A little while later when coming home from a vacation to California, we visited with Mother and that was the last time I saw my mother alive. On Halloween night, I had just laid down, not asleep when mother stood in the doorway almost at the foot of the bed saying, "Evelyn, I'm going now you will come and take care of everything" she had asked me in September to promise that I would do the things she wanted. It was about 5:30 AM when the phone rang. Orville my husband said, "who in the world is calling at this time of day?" I told him it was Alvin telling me Mother was gone, as if she had already been there. He just couldn't believe it.
Emma Mathilda Hult Anderson Died on October 31, 1954 from congestive heart failure. Emma worked hard all of her life, was a good cook and managed what to others might have seemed impossible. She is buried in the Grantsville, Utah Cemetery next to her husband.
Written almost entirely by daughter Amy Evelyn Anderson Jones
Emma Mathilda Hult was born on March 28, 1867 in Risinge, Sweden to Gustaf Adolf Hult and Maja Stina Andersdotter as the 6th child of 8. When Emma was 14 years old, her mother died and she took over the house work for her father and cared for her younger sisters. In April of 1882, she graduated from Herastop Seminary, a Lutheran school, which gave her more education than was usual. When Emma was 16, she went to work in a factory in Norrkoping, Sweden. From then on she was on her own. She had finished school as she had to have her permit [diploma] to work. She was very adapted to her work which was making cloth. She and her friend Marie "Louise" Erikson Woodruff could handle more looms than the average girls, so received higher wages.
She took her vacations in the winter as they had to cross a lake in order to go home and she could skate across the frozen lake in the winter but would have to walk around it in the summer.
Her father Gustaf remarried when she was 16 years old. Gustaf was in the Forestry Service. Whenever the King or royalty went hunting, they wanted him to go with them as he was a good marksman.
In her twenties, she and a friend were on their way home to their apartment when they heard Mormon missionaries talking on a corner. It became fascinating to them. They both ended up joining the Church. Mother's family didn't like it when she joined the Mormon Church as they, as well as mother, belonged to the Lutheran Church. She was baptized June 11, 1889 by J.A. Quist in Norrkoping, Sweden and Confirmed the same day by Olle Olson.
She eventually wanted to come to Utah. In order to do this she had to be sponsored by a Church member that would pay her way and then she was to work for them for a year. Her family finally just disowned her. Her father talked and pleaded with her not to go but finally seeing she was determined to go, he gave her his blessing. Emma did keep in touch with one sister.
Emma, friend Louise, Clara Lundskog and her husband, Lena Johnson and husband Andrew, were all on the same ship, the Alaska. She said that she ate a good meal before she left but was ill all the way and couldn't eat. She arrived in Salt Lake City on October 15, 1892, and in Grantsville on October 21, 1892.
Once Emma arrived in Grantsville, she worked for the family of Gustave Anderson in Grantsville for a year. Her friend, Louise, worked for a Woolley family. In Grantsville, a friend she met, Dena Boyer, helped her with the language, so she learned to speak English. In Grantsville, she met her future husband, Carl A. Anderson. He had been hired two years earlier working for the Boothe family. When Emma and Louise left to go to Salt Lake to work, Carl left for Wyoming to herd sheep. After this he hated sheep and said they were the dumbest animal born. Emma went to work as a maid in the Cullen Hotel. After a short time, she became ill with typhoid fever. She very likely contracted this through the food as they ate their meals at the hotel. A Sister Backman heard about her being so very ill, came to the hotel and took Emma to the sisters own house, nursing her back to health. She lost all of her hair and was so happy when it grew back in. She then worked in the Backman home to pay for the help she had received. Mr. Backman, if I understand it correctly, was a lawyer.
Mother's friend, Louise, met and married Wilford Woodruff, Jr. She was his second wife and helped him raise his children by his first wife who had passed away. Louise had two children of her own, Ezra and Louise.
On July 18, 1894, Mother and father were married in the Salt Lake Temple and moved to Grantsville to live. Their years were filled with hard work. Dad worked for other farmers until he saved enough money to buy 40 acres of ground-all just sagebrush and washes. He cleared the ground first making sure they could get drinking water, drilled a well and then built a home and planted an orchard.
Mother, not having been around Indians, was afraid of them. She said she would be baking bread, the Indians would come in, squat on the floor and wait until she took the bread out of the oven. They would then take most of it and leave. Dad said the Indians could smell it a mile away and that's why they came. Dad talked to Old Eagle, telling him Mother was afraid of them and that they were taking too much. Old Eagle said they wouldn't hurt her and said for her not to let them take all of it. Mother baked wonderful bread and also made delicious butter (thousands of pounds) that the town would just love when she sold it.
Dad began to fail in health in 1934. By the spring of 1935, he was really ill, but I never once heard him complain. Dad kept getting worse. Mother wore herself out trying to fix him things he liked to eat and he couldn't eat. I finally convinced the doctor and asked him if Dad had cancer, he affirmed. We then tried to tell Mother that Dad couldn't swallow the food so she would sop wearing herself out. I and Algot finally just stayed with the folks.
Father passed away on the 15th day of May 1935. He was buried on the 19th. We all prayed for a good day- we got rain the day before the funeral and it was a nice day, so our prayers were answered. We told Mother if she wished to do so she could come and live with us. Her answer was she would try and stay in the home for the time being. By fall she decided to come and live with us so had had the basement completed into two rooms for her and two extra bedrooms. She moved in just before Thanksgiving.
In the summer of 1943, Mother had surgery on her eyes for cataracts. They operated on one eye. I spent my nights with mother and Alvin spent what time he could during the days. The first surgery Mother had was not successful. She lost vision in her eye as she was not able to lie still for the time required at the time, in the middle of the night she ripped off the bandages. Months later she had the other eye done and ended up with 10% vision. This didn't bother her too much as she used a reading glass to read the paper from cover to cover and could tell me all the news when I came home from work. She often turned the radio on when there was something she wanted to hear. When she had the second operation my brother Alvin had surgery on his eye for cataracts on his eye as well; they were in the hospital at the same time.
One day while outside, Emma was with one of the grandchildren and the little one started to pick flowers from a neighbors garden. The neighbor lady became angry and became irate. Emma told the told neighbor to hush up and that it is better that a child pick flowers, rather than picking them yourself to put on a child's grave, since Emma's baby boy Edvin lived only about a year and a half. No cause is known for his death as there were no doctors at the time - just midwives.
On October 30, 1947, Mother went out to look and see if the roses were still there or if they had frozen. She loved flowers. For some reason she went out the front door. She usually went out the back way as she had something to hold on to. I was at work as was my husband. A neighbor found Mother. She had fallen and was lying on the ground. Dr. Millburn told me Mother had both wrists broken and a compound fracture of the right elbow. They told me she wouldn't survive the setting of the bones and gave her 24 hours at the most, so we put her in the Tooele Valley Hospital. I quit work and stayed with Mother round the clock for three weeks. Mary, my sister in law would come stay for a few hours so I could go home to bathe and change clothes. Mother was 80 years of age but she came home after about 4 weeks in the hospital. I had to feed her and do everything for her.
In May of 1949, my husband Orville and I moved to El Centro, California to start a drive in theater. Mother went to live with my brother Alvin and Ethel. For awhile she was lost and said she wanted to go home. Home to her was the two rooms she had in our house in Tooele for 15 years- but eventually she quieted down and accepted where she lived now.
On Fathers Day 1954, Mother broke her hip. I went up as Mother was in the hospital. I was gone for over a month until Mother was well enough to be put in the Rest Home. Ethel had surgery and couldn't lift her and Alvin was working so we had no other choice. A little while later when coming home from a vacation to California, we visited with Mother and that was the last time I saw my mother alive. On Halloween night, I had just laid down, not asleep when mother stood in the doorway almost at the foot of the bed saying, "Evelyn, I'm going now you will come and take care of everything" she had asked me in September to promise that I would do the things she wanted. It was about 5:30 AM when the phone rang. Orville my husband said, "who in the world is calling at this time of day?" I told him it was Alvin telling me Mother was gone, as if she had already been there. He just couldn't believe it.
Emma Mathilda Hult Anderson Died on October 31, 1954 from congestive heart failure. Emma worked hard all of her life, was a good cook and managed what to others might have seemed impossible. She is buried in the Grantsville, Utah Cemetery next to her husband.
Emma Mathilda Hult
Written almost entirely by daughter Amy Evelyn Anderson Jones
Emma Mathilda Hult was born on March 28, 1867 in Risinge, Sweden to Gustaf Adolf Hult and Maja Stina Andersdotter as the 6th child of 8. When Emma was 14 years old, her mother died and she took over the house work for her father and cared for her younger sisters. In April of 1882, she graduated from Herastop Seminary, a Lutheran school, which gave her more education than was usual. When Emma was 16, she went to work in a factory in Norrkoping, Sweden. From then on she was on her own. She had finished school as she had to have her permit [diploma] to work. She was very adapted to her work which was making cloth. She and her friend Marie "Louise" Erikson Woodruff could handle more looms than the average girls, so received higher wages.
She took her vacations in the winter as they had to cross a lake in order to go home and she could skate across the frozen lake in the winter but would have to walk around it in the summer.
Her father Gustaf remarried when she was 16 years old. Gustaf was in the Forestry Service. Whenever the King or royalty went hunting, they wanted him to go with them as he was a good marksman.
In her twenties, she and a friend were on their way home to their apartment when they heard Mormon missionaries talking on a corner. It became fascinating to them. They both ended up joining the Church. Mother's family didn't like it when she joined the Mormon Church as they, as well as mother, belonged to the Lutheran Church. She was baptized June 11, 1889 by J.A. Quist in Norrkoping, Sweden and Confirmed the same day by Olle Olson.
She eventually wanted to come to Utah. In order to do this she had to be sponsored by a Church member that would pay her way and then she was to work for them for a year. Her family finally just disowned her. Her father talked and pleaded with her not to go but finally seeing she was determined to go, he gave her his blessing. Emma did keep in touch with one sister.
Emma, friend Louise, Clara Lundskog and her husband, Lena Johnson and husband Andrew, were all on the same ship, the Alaska. She said that she ate a good meal before she left but was ill all the way and couldn't eat. She arrived in Salt Lake City on October 15, 1892, and in Grantsville on October 21, 1892.
Once Emma arrived in Grantsville, she worked for the family of Gustave Anderson in Grantsville for a year. Her friend, Louise, worked for a Woolley family. In Grantsville, a friend she met, Dena Boyer, helped her with the language, so she learned to speak English. In Grantsville, she met her future husband, Carl A. Anderson. He had been hired two years earlier working for the Boothe family. When Emma and Louise left to go to Salt Lake to work, Carl left for Wyoming to herd sheep. After this he hated sheep and said they were the dumbest animal born. Emma went to work as a maid in the Cullen Hotel. After a short time, she became ill with typhoid fever. She very likely contracted this through the food as they ate their meals at the hotel. A Sister Backman heard about her being so very ill, came to the hotel and took Emma to the sisters own house, nursing her back to health. She lost all of her hair and was so happy when it grew back in. She then worked in the Backman home to pay for the help she had received. Mr. Backman, if I understand it correctly, was a lawyer.
Mother's friend, Louise, met and married Wilford Woodruff, Jr. She was his second wife and helped him raise his children by his first wife who had passed away. Louise had two children of her own, Ezra and Louise.
On July 18, 1894, Mother and father were married in the Salt Lake Temple and moved to Grantsville to live. Their years were filled with hard work. Dad worked for other farmers until he saved enough money to buy 40 acres of ground-all just sagebrush and washes. He cleared the ground first making sure they could get drinking water, drilled a well and then built a home and planted an orchard.
Mother, not having been around Indians, was afraid of them. She said she would be baking bread, the Indians would come in, squat on the floor and wait until she took the bread out of the oven. They would then take most of it and leave. Dad said the Indians could smell it a mile away and that's why they came. Dad talked to Old Eagle, telling him Mother was afraid of them and that they were taking too much. Old Eagle said they wouldn't hurt her and said for her not to let them take all of it. Mother baked wonderful bread and also made delicious butter (thousands of pounds) that the town would just love when she sold it.
Dad began to fail in health in 1934. By the spring of 1935, he was really ill, but I never once heard him complain. Dad kept getting worse. Mother wore herself out trying to fix him things he liked to eat and he couldn't eat. I finally convinced the doctor and asked him if Dad had cancer, he affirmed. We then tried to tell Mother that Dad couldn't swallow the food so she would sop wearing herself out. I and Algot finally just stayed with the folks.
Father passed away on the 15th day of May 1935. He was buried on the 19th. We all prayed for a good day- we got rain the day before the funeral and it was a nice day, so our prayers were answered. We told Mother if she wished to do so she could come and live with us. Her answer was she would try and stay in the home for the time being. By fall she decided to come and live with us so had had the basement completed into two rooms for her and two extra bedrooms. She moved in just before Thanksgiving.
In the summer of 1943, Mother had surgery on her eyes for cataracts. They operated on one eye. I spent my nights with mother and Alvin spent what time he could during the days. The first surgery Mother had was not successful. She lost vision in her eye as she was not able to lie still for the time required at the time, in the middle of the night she ripped off the bandages. Months later she had the other eye done and ended up with 10% vision. This didn't bother her too much as she used a reading glass to read the paper from cover to cover and could tell me all the news when I came home from work. She often turned the radio on when there was something she wanted to hear. When she had the second operation my brother Alvin had surgery on his eye for cataracts on his eye as well; they were in the hospital at the same time.
One day while outside, Emma was with one of the grandchildren and the little one started to pick flowers from a neighbors garden. The neighbor lady became angry and became irate. Emma told the told neighbor to hush up and that it is better that a child pick flowers, rather than picking them yourself to put on a child's grave, since Emma's baby boy Edvin lived only about a year and a half. No cause is known for his death as there were no doctors at the time - just midwives.
On October 30, 1947, Mother went out to look and see if the roses were still there or if they had frozen. She loved flowers. For some reason she went out the front door. She usually went out the back way as she had something to hold on to. I was at work as was my husband. A neighbor found Mother. She had fallen and was lying on the ground. Dr. Millburn told me Mother had both wrists broken and a compound fracture of the right elbow. They told me she wouldn't survive the setting of the bones and gave her 24 hours at the most, so we put her in the Tooele Valley Hospital. I quit work and stayed with Mother round the clock for three weeks. Mary, my sister in law would come stay for a few hours so I could go home to bathe and change clothes. Mother was 80 years of age but she came home after about 4 weeks in the hospital. I had to feed her and do everything for her.
In May of 1949, my husband Orville and I moved to El Centro, California to start a drive in theater. Mother went to live with my brother Alvin and Ethel. For awhile she was lost and said she wanted to go home. Home to her was the two rooms she had in our house in Tooele for 15 years- but eventually she quieted down and accepted where she lived now.
On Fathers Day 1954, Mother broke her hip. I went up as Mother was in the hospital. I was gone for over a month until Mother was well enough to be put in the Rest Home. Ethel had surgery and couldn't lift her and Alvin was working so we had no other choice. A little while later when coming home from a vacation to California, we visited with Mother and that was the last time I saw my mother alive. On Halloween night, I had just laid down, not asleep when mother stood in the doorway almost at the foot of the bed saying, "Evelyn, I'm going now you will come and take care of everything" she had asked me in September to promise that I would do the things she wanted. It was about 5:30 AM when the phone rang. Orville my husband said, "who in the world is calling at this time of day?" I told him it was Alvin telling me Mother was gone, as if she had already been there. He just couldn't believe it.
Emma Mathilda Hult Anderson Died on October 31, 1954 from congestive heart failure. Emma worked hard all of her life, was a good cook and managed what to others might have seemed impossible. She is buried in the Grantsville, Utah Cemetery next to her husband.
Written almost entirely by daughter Amy Evelyn Anderson Jones
Emma Mathilda Hult was born on March 28, 1867 in Risinge, Sweden to Gustaf Adolf Hult and Maja Stina Andersdotter as the 6th child of 8. When Emma was 14 years old, her mother died and she took over the house work for her father and cared for her younger sisters. In April of 1882, she graduated from Herastop Seminary, a Lutheran school, which gave her more education than was usual. When Emma was 16, she went to work in a factory in Norrkoping, Sweden. From then on she was on her own. She had finished school as she had to have her permit [diploma] to work. She was very adapted to her work which was making cloth. She and her friend Marie "Louise" Erikson Woodruff could handle more looms than the average girls, so received higher wages.
She took her vacations in the winter as they had to cross a lake in order to go home and she could skate across the frozen lake in the winter but would have to walk around it in the summer.
Her father Gustaf remarried when she was 16 years old. Gustaf was in the Forestry Service. Whenever the King or royalty went hunting, they wanted him to go with them as he was a good marksman.
In her twenties, she and a friend were on their way home to their apartment when they heard Mormon missionaries talking on a corner. It became fascinating to them. They both ended up joining the Church. Mother's family didn't like it when she joined the Mormon Church as they, as well as mother, belonged to the Lutheran Church. She was baptized June 11, 1889 by J.A. Quist in Norrkoping, Sweden and Confirmed the same day by Olle Olson.
She eventually wanted to come to Utah. In order to do this she had to be sponsored by a Church member that would pay her way and then she was to work for them for a year. Her family finally just disowned her. Her father talked and pleaded with her not to go but finally seeing she was determined to go, he gave her his blessing. Emma did keep in touch with one sister.
Emma, friend Louise, Clara Lundskog and her husband, Lena Johnson and husband Andrew, were all on the same ship, the Alaska. She said that she ate a good meal before she left but was ill all the way and couldn't eat. She arrived in Salt Lake City on October 15, 1892, and in Grantsville on October 21, 1892.
Once Emma arrived in Grantsville, she worked for the family of Gustave Anderson in Grantsville for a year. Her friend, Louise, worked for a Woolley family. In Grantsville, a friend she met, Dena Boyer, helped her with the language, so she learned to speak English. In Grantsville, she met her future husband, Carl A. Anderson. He had been hired two years earlier working for the Boothe family. When Emma and Louise left to go to Salt Lake to work, Carl left for Wyoming to herd sheep. After this he hated sheep and said they were the dumbest animal born. Emma went to work as a maid in the Cullen Hotel. After a short time, she became ill with typhoid fever. She very likely contracted this through the food as they ate their meals at the hotel. A Sister Backman heard about her being so very ill, came to the hotel and took Emma to the sisters own house, nursing her back to health. She lost all of her hair and was so happy when it grew back in. She then worked in the Backman home to pay for the help she had received. Mr. Backman, if I understand it correctly, was a lawyer.
Mother's friend, Louise, met and married Wilford Woodruff, Jr. She was his second wife and helped him raise his children by his first wife who had passed away. Louise had two children of her own, Ezra and Louise.
On July 18, 1894, Mother and father were married in the Salt Lake Temple and moved to Grantsville to live. Their years were filled with hard work. Dad worked for other farmers until he saved enough money to buy 40 acres of ground-all just sagebrush and washes. He cleared the ground first making sure they could get drinking water, drilled a well and then built a home and planted an orchard.
Mother, not having been around Indians, was afraid of them. She said she would be baking bread, the Indians would come in, squat on the floor and wait until she took the bread out of the oven. They would then take most of it and leave. Dad said the Indians could smell it a mile away and that's why they came. Dad talked to Old Eagle, telling him Mother was afraid of them and that they were taking too much. Old Eagle said they wouldn't hurt her and said for her not to let them take all of it. Mother baked wonderful bread and also made delicious butter (thousands of pounds) that the town would just love when she sold it.
Dad began to fail in health in 1934. By the spring of 1935, he was really ill, but I never once heard him complain. Dad kept getting worse. Mother wore herself out trying to fix him things he liked to eat and he couldn't eat. I finally convinced the doctor and asked him if Dad had cancer, he affirmed. We then tried to tell Mother that Dad couldn't swallow the food so she would sop wearing herself out. I and Algot finally just stayed with the folks.
Father passed away on the 15th day of May 1935. He was buried on the 19th. We all prayed for a good day- we got rain the day before the funeral and it was a nice day, so our prayers were answered. We told Mother if she wished to do so she could come and live with us. Her answer was she would try and stay in the home for the time being. By fall she decided to come and live with us so had had the basement completed into two rooms for her and two extra bedrooms. She moved in just before Thanksgiving.
In the summer of 1943, Mother had surgery on her eyes for cataracts. They operated on one eye. I spent my nights with mother and Alvin spent what time he could during the days. The first surgery Mother had was not successful. She lost vision in her eye as she was not able to lie still for the time required at the time, in the middle of the night she ripped off the bandages. Months later she had the other eye done and ended up with 10% vision. This didn't bother her too much as she used a reading glass to read the paper from cover to cover and could tell me all the news when I came home from work. She often turned the radio on when there was something she wanted to hear. When she had the second operation my brother Alvin had surgery on his eye for cataracts on his eye as well; they were in the hospital at the same time.
One day while outside, Emma was with one of the grandchildren and the little one started to pick flowers from a neighbors garden. The neighbor lady became angry and became irate. Emma told the told neighbor to hush up and that it is better that a child pick flowers, rather than picking them yourself to put on a child's grave, since Emma's baby boy Edvin lived only about a year and a half. No cause is known for his death as there were no doctors at the time - just midwives.
On October 30, 1947, Mother went out to look and see if the roses were still there or if they had frozen. She loved flowers. For some reason she went out the front door. She usually went out the back way as she had something to hold on to. I was at work as was my husband. A neighbor found Mother. She had fallen and was lying on the ground. Dr. Millburn told me Mother had both wrists broken and a compound fracture of the right elbow. They told me she wouldn't survive the setting of the bones and gave her 24 hours at the most, so we put her in the Tooele Valley Hospital. I quit work and stayed with Mother round the clock for three weeks. Mary, my sister in law would come stay for a few hours so I could go home to bathe and change clothes. Mother was 80 years of age but she came home after about 4 weeks in the hospital. I had to feed her and do everything for her.
In May of 1949, my husband Orville and I moved to El Centro, California to start a drive in theater. Mother went to live with my brother Alvin and Ethel. For awhile she was lost and said she wanted to go home. Home to her was the two rooms she had in our house in Tooele for 15 years- but eventually she quieted down and accepted where she lived now.
On Fathers Day 1954, Mother broke her hip. I went up as Mother was in the hospital. I was gone for over a month until Mother was well enough to be put in the Rest Home. Ethel had surgery and couldn't lift her and Alvin was working so we had no other choice. A little while later when coming home from a vacation to California, we visited with Mother and that was the last time I saw my mother alive. On Halloween night, I had just laid down, not asleep when mother stood in the doorway almost at the foot of the bed saying, "Evelyn, I'm going now you will come and take care of everything" she had asked me in September to promise that I would do the things she wanted. It was about 5:30 AM when the phone rang. Orville my husband said, "who in the world is calling at this time of day?" I told him it was Alvin telling me Mother was gone, as if she had already been there. He just couldn't believe it.
Emma Mathilda Hult Anderson Died on October 31, 1954 from congestive heart failure. Emma worked hard all of her life, was a good cook and managed what to others might have seemed impossible. She is buried in the Grantsville, Utah Cemetery next to her husband.
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