I was born in Treeponest, South Wales, Clan Morgan Shire, April 13, 1841.  I was a daughter of John Morgan and Mary Meredith Morgan.  I was baptized when I was eight years old.  My mother died when I was three years old.  Father joined the church in our native land.  We emigrated in 1849, starting from Swansee Wales, on a ship called the Troubadour to Liverpool.  We sailed on the vessel Josiah Bradley to New Orleans.  We were on the water for eight weeks.  We took a boat up the Mississippi River to St. Louis, Many died of cholera on the boat.

We settled for two years in Pottawattomia County, Iowa; then we emigrated to the Utah Valley in 1852.  We saw large herds of buffalo while crossing the plains.  After coming into the valley, my father moved north to Box Elder Creek, now known as Brigham City.  We lived in a dugout and our only neighbors to the north were Indians.  Father would lend his gun and so many rounds of ammunition to them and they would go up into the mountains and kill wild sheep and give us the hindquarter of the sheep for the use of his gun.  If they had bad luck and didn’t get anything they would come back and let us know.  Then father would give them a few more rounds of ammunition and they would bring us back some game.  That is how we got our meat the first winter.

The Indians were very kind to us.  They never stole anything from my father.  The second winter we had to move into a fort for protection for another tribe of Indians came and they were on the warpath.

I lived on the farm north of Brigham City until the year 1855, when I came to Salt lake City and lived in the home of C.B. Robbins.  I lived there three years.  There were five in their family, and my wages were one dollar a week.  It was there I met my husband Howell Mifflin.  He worked at the same place.

In 1863 we were married in the Endowment House, and the next spring my husband and I crossed the plains. We drove our own team to bring my husband’s aunt, who wanted his assistance, to the valley. 

In 1865 we moved to Malad, Idaho as pioneers to the valley.  We raised a family of ten children-four boys and six girls to manhood and womanhood.  Our first loss was when our twenty two year old daughter died and left two little boys.  They brought the boys to me.  I raised the youngest until he was ten years old when he died.  The oldest of the boys is now married and living in Salt Lake City.

While living in Malad, my husband took a leading part in the Sunday School of that district and was counselor to the bishop of the ward for many years.  In the spring of 1902 Mr. Mifflin’s health began to fail, so we sold our ranch and moved to Salt Lake City.  We bought a home near Liberty Park and had three of our unmarried children and two grandchildren with us.  Mr. Mifflin died October 15, 1902 with cardiac asthma.

This is all I can remember while I am writing this as I am eighty two and eight months old.  (When grandma died on the 16th of September, 1934 she was ninety three and five months old.)