Friday, October 7, 2011

Emma Richards Morgan

The following memorial was found on Ancestry.com at this url:
http://trees.ancestry.com/tree/21924003/person/1155694298/media/32889df2-b8c1-490a-83c5-04e23badffe3?sph=c850aedf89d5e1c7afe56f567432ad05000039b4cb9df294&spn=Family%2bHistory%2bLibrary%2b2%2bFamily%2bHistory%2bLibrary%2b2#

Emma Richards Morgan, daughter of William Richards and Rachel Williams, was born July l18, 1835 in Merthyr Tydfil, Wales. She became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in her childhood. She married John Morgan May 1, 1854 in Kansas City, Missouri and came with her husband to Utah, with the Hans Peter Olsen Company, arriving in Salt Lake valley on October 5, 1854.

Shortly after arriving Grandmother Morgan and her husband were sent by President Brigham Young to settle Cedar City, Iron County. She was the first white woman living there and they fenced the first city lot. They moved to Goshen, Utah County, two years later.

Grandmother Morgan was an industrious woman, a devoted and faithful mother, kind and affectionate to all. She helped her husband keep a hotel for fifty years and assumed all responsibility so John could return to Wales as a missionary.



She died at an early age of fifty-four years May 8, 1890, leaving seven of her nine children and her husband to mourn her loss. Here is an obituary written by Bishop Peter Okelberry, husband of Cathrine, one of her five daughters.

Mother! Yes Mother is gone

Gone but not forever,

E'er long we'll meet and fondly greet

Where death can never sever.

We think we see thy shadow

But thy kind words are not here

That fell so soft and sweetly

On loved ones far and near.

Shall thy voice be hushed forever?

No! Though now 'tis far away,

For love can ne'er be severed

We'll meet in the far away.

There's a sigh in every bosom,

We'll mourn indeed our loss,

Come weal or woe - we ae lonesome

Nothing can fill thy place.

We miss you, Ma, we miss thee

But would not call you back

From that Holy Heavenly City

To this drear and thorny track.

Farewell but not forever

We hope to meet once more

Where death no ties can sever

On that happy golden shore.

Peter Okelberry

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