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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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