Taken from the "Autobiography of Mary Ellen Wilson Cluff Haymore" his mother, where she write about the death of his father, Orson LeRoy Cluff,Sr., and about his older brother, Orson LeRoy Cluff, Jr.:

Previous to this LeRoy (father) seemed to have some premonition that his life was not going to be spared, for while shaving one day, after his beard had grown for a picture to be taken he was going to get citizenship papers, he said, "You had better save this," which was a bunch of curls from under his chin. He used to say before this that he wanted to go on a mission.
Later, we ate Christmas dinner with Ben Redd and his wife and in the afternoon, what a sadness and depression I felt and I knew not why, as I sat by the table looking out of the window at his mother's place with tears in my eyes.
Then, the night the play was to come off Roy was not feeling well, tho, with great difficulty he did his part well. But by the time it was out he took a sever chill and was feeling so bad he asked Joe Turley to carry our little boy home. He was then a little over two years old. This was Saturday night and he continued to get worse with pneumonia till Sunday morning. He died and left a little boy and I alone in the world. It was conference time and we had sent for some of the leading men to come and administer to him. When meeting was out, President Ivins and Guy Wilson, I think, came over but it was too late, his spirit had gone to the other world. I sat in the kitchen with a bonnet to cover my face.
The services were held in the chapel, with two other babies or small children, the next day and Grandpa Stowel, who was always kind at such times took mother Cluff and I over the hill to the cemetery where we left our son and husband forever.
Little Lee, as we called him, then stayed with Annie Martineau. This was the 29th of January. Then on the 26 of March, less then two months later, a brown eyed baby boy was sent to me.
Before this my parents had heard the sad news and had come expecting to take me back for he said that he had carried my sister Pearl home in his arms as she had grieved herself ill after her husband had died. But I thought it best to stay with my little home as my father had a large family and was raising another. As he was starting back and was then getting ill and feeling very bad, he gave my mother a choice whether she stay with me or go with him. He went alone and was real sick that night,I have forgotten just how it was but the Lord came to his rescue and he was healed.
My mother was sorely tired, tried with want and hardships, for Pa was spending much of his time with the young family and trying to do his duty to all. As I said, mother was sorely tired and fretted a great deal. But she tried to do the best she could for me during that lying in period when incouragement was gone. She would read to me for hours. Sister Savill took care of me free of charge. Sister Maggie Bentley fixed me up a black hat and mother Cluff helped me make a black dress, for I wanted to wear nothing else.
The baby grew well and people said his looks were so intelligent and expressive. Patriarch McDonald noticed this.
I was sure the Lord was looking after us and blessing the labors of my husband's hands for the summer brought us peaches, grapes, blackberries, etc. The berries I sold by the quart. Then I had a couple of cows and I made butter. And after wards went in with my sister and made cheese.
Along about Holiday time I went to the Garcia with Mother Cluff. When I got home little Ivan, the baby took sick and with broncho-pneumonia he left us and was buried on the hill by his father, being eleven months old.
Now little LeRoy and I were left alone again.