This I Am Converted story comes from my Great Grandmother.
Excerpts from her autobiography:
“Father belonged to the church of England but became interested in the Gospel which made his Uncle very angry. He told father that if he had anything to do with the Mormons he wouldn’t pay him the $500 which he would get at the end of his apprenticeship. Father and his sweetheart had made up their minds to come to America, so they saved up enough money doing odd jobs to come to America. One night after setting the bread, he put all of his belongings in a sack and climbed out of an upstairs window down a ladder, which he had put there early in the evening. He met his sweetheart at a given place, then journeyed to Liverpool and boarded the ship, and was out at sea when his uncle and Aunt came out to the house.
They came across the plains with a handcart company and landed in Salt Lake City Utah in September of 1859.
I will never forget when my baby brother fell in a little ditch just south of our house and drowned. I was pulling him out when my mother came. I was just past 7 years old.
I was baptized in an old watering trough in South Bountiful and confirmed the same day.”
From a document written by her granddaughter:
“Grandmother, after rearing 10 children must have had courage to continue. They reared a family of 10 children at a time when disease such as dipheria and small pox took many children from families. She was a marvelous woman in many ways. I admire her for her courage in enduring to the end.”
I Am Converted 