Zij is getrouwd met Ernest Adelbert Griffin.
Zij zijn getrouwd op 21 maart 1888 te Washington, Utah, United States, zij was toen 16 jaar oud.Bron 3
Kind(eren):
Amanda Ellen Riggs Griffin was born the 15th of October in Kanara, Utah: Daughter of William Sears and Sarah Reeves Riggs.
When she was eight years old, she moved with her parents to Panguitch, Utah. After living there for several years the family moved to Henrieville. That is where Grandma and Grandpa Riggs are buried.
On the 21st of March 1888, she married Ernest A. Griffin in the St George Temple. She was the mother of 10 children; seven girls and three boys. All lived to the age of maturity but a boy who died at the age of five weeks. (Harold) A daughter died in child birth at the age of 31. Her name was Vaunie, the mother of Dale Jolley who is a barber by trade and lives in Salt Lake City.
Mother was very kind, sympathetic and under-standing; we always went to her with our troubles where we always gained comfort and happiness. She taught us the law of Virtue and Chastity.
She was a devoted church worker serving in the Relief Society as Chorister, Counselor and Teacher. But after Father was chosen in the Bishopric (as Bishop) the duties at that time of a Bishop's wife along with a large family took most of her time. As you know, the mode of travel such as team and wagon was different than it is today. Company would come, (if Conference was held Saturday and Sunday) Friday night and leave on Monday morning. Mother would have to furnish food and lodging for all that time and then fix a lunch for them to take on their way home.
She used to cook for days before Conference baking bread, cakes, pies, making salads and other foods to last during that time. At that time bread and many other things could not be purchased in a store.
In her Patriarchal Blessing given by Patriarch John Smith, son of Patriarch Hyrum Smith; she was told that her table would always be spread with the bounties of life and on no would be turned from her door hungry. I know this was true. Her cellar was always filled with fruit and good things to eat. She would go there and bring out the best of what she had to feed her company.
I remember very well the old house we lived in; in the front room was a grannery that we see now with a slant kitchen built on. One small room up stairs which we entered by climbing up a common ladder. Our beds were bunk beds nailed to the wall on each side of the room (a window in between) with straw ticks. In the Fall when the threshing was done we would fill the ticks with clean fresh straw. For the first few nights my sister, Rosey and I would have to climb on a chair to get into it, but we loved it! We had a heater in one end and at the foot of one of the beds, an organ. It belonged to my Mothers folks which she later gave to my sister Rose when she was married, as she wanted it. We had two chests that Hyrum Smith made, a long one and a small one painted red and a few other furnishings. In the kitchen we had a small partition to put things we wanted to get out of our site. The entrance to our cellar was a trap door in one end of the kitchen. It was a nice large one (cellar) and we would go down almost every morning and sprinkle and dirt floor to keep it cool for our food. (no refrigerators) Our cupboard and table was made by our Grandparents Grandpa Riggs, and Grandpa Griffin. They were both carpenters. I remember When we bought our new cook stove called "Home Comfort". It was a wonderful stove and how thrilled we were. The oven door was so strong, we could sit on it! It had a large copper reservoir on it which held gallons of water which came in very handy on Saturday nite when we had to take a bath in the No. 2 tin tub.
Well, the time came when we were to build a new house. Two Masons came from Panguitch named Frank and Nelse Worthing, to lay the brick. Mother cooked for them during the time they were here. The carpenters were James Woodhead and Criss Schow, both local men.
Mother was expecting her fifth child, and how they worked to get it finished enough to move in. Father and Mother worked to get the carpets down, curtains up and ready for the great event. Finally the task was completed and we moved in a few weeks before Mildred was born. (I was then 9 years old) How happy we all were and how we enjoyed sitting around the fire place in the dining room. It was later closed and a heater installed.
Well, going back a little, when Father was called to go on a Mission, Mother was very ill and not able to stand up to bid him good by. However, their faith was so great that they would not think of turning down the call. Mother was taken to Panguitch to live with her brother, Jack Riggs where she could be under a doctors care. After treating her for six months and getting no better, she came home and doctored herself with some home remedies and got well. Which is a testimony to the family as the doctors said she was just going home to die!
Our mode of living was somewhat different from what it is now. Our food stuff was mostly dried instead of putting it up fresh on bottles or cans. We dried our apples by peeling and coring them, spreading them on scaffolds to dry; then we would stew and use them for fruit. Also our pies were most all made from dried apples. Plums, peaches and apricots were also dried. Corn was dried which was very good. Our pork was salted and cured where now we bottle or can it or put it in our deep freeze. We always raised a good garden and as I remember, we had plenty to eat.
While we didn't go through hardships with dealing with Indians the early pioneers did. We did have Indians in our day and when our parents would go away for any length of time, that was our greatest fear. As the Indians made their daily visits begging for food.
Mother was always kind to them and always gave them flour, sugar or anything they wanted. They carried their Papooses in baskets, laced up tight on their backs, I through those black haired, black eyed babies were so cute. We just wanted to get a hold of them and love them! A squaw would scrub out a big wash on the wash board for 25 - 50 cents. A few of the Indians were a little bit sassy and would try to scare the women and children. I do have a little Indian story I could tell if someone would like to hear it. A true story that happened to Vaunie and me. (as a granddaughter of Ella, that was my favorite story and I have included it on Family Search - by Linda Lou Alvey)
While we were living in the old home, a young man by the name of Amos Hall, came to Escalante and wanted to go to school. I don't know his reasons for coming or how he came, but Father told him if he had to be away he would give him room and board; he gladly accepted and for a long time he lived with us. I was very small about four or five years old, but I remember him well and how much I thought of him as he was very kind to me. He would always carry me when we went anywhere and at nite, he played the violin. He grew up to be a very good musician and taught music in our school. He was also a talented comedian and actor on the stage. I have very fond memories of Amos Hall; he finally married my cousin Sadie Griffin and raised a nice family.
Mother was a good singer. She sang in the ward choir with her sister Emma (Aunt Emm)
When they were young, they were always ask to sing at all the parties and entertainments.
Her Mother died while Father was in the Mission Field. She took Rosey and me along with other relatives to the funeral at Henrieville. We traveled all nite by team and wagon. I failed to mention Grandpa and Grandma Riggs lived during the summer months and ranched in a place called East Fork. I think this was when they were living in Panguitch. Some of the things I tell may not be interesting to some and then again they might. I remember an instance when we were living in the old house. I was about 7 and Ernest was a baby 2 or 3 months old. We had just finished breakfast and had a bowl of fresh bottled cherries on the table. They tasted so good to me that I wanted to share with my baby brother. I took a spoonful of juice in to him where he was in bed. I can just see him now, his little black head eating cherry juice. When Mother came in and saw me, she exclaimed, "Are you feeding him that juice?" in an excited voice, I said "Yes!" and she said "Why you might have chocked him, don't ever do that again." Well I helped to tend and care for all Mothers babies from Vaunie down and have very fond memories of my girl-hood days and my home life.
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