History of Jorgen Hansen 1852-1932
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I, Jorgen Hansen, was born August 1, 1852, in Haulykke Lolland, Denmark, the son of Peter Hansen, who was born September 29,1827, and Anne Danielsen, who was born February 5, 1827, all of Haulykke Lolland, Denmark.
My parents joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints April 1857. When they joined, my grandfather came with a mob of surrounding farmers to our house, threatening my Father’s and Mother’s lives if the did not renounce the Mormons and their Doctrine. They came six consecutive Sundays and cursed and swore and threatened all manner of things if my Father was ever seen on his Father’s farm again.
On the seventh Sunday, my Father armed himself and at about ten o’clock A. M., for that was the time the mob always came in the hopes of finding some of the Missionaries there. He seated himself in his chair at the end of the table, as that was his usual place, and said, “The first man that enters my house today to abuse me and my wife is a dead man, even though it should be my own Father,” and I fear he would have carried out what he said, but the Lord had a hand in it and the mob never came again. My Father was slow to anger, but when driven to the utmost he feared nothing and would have done as he had said. I see him now, when he seated himself in his chair; although I was less than five years old I realized fully the situation and so did my Mother, for we knew his disposition when he was driven to anger.
During this disturbance my grandmother Hansen tried to coax me away from my parents and take me home with her, but I would run out into the field away from her, and after this I didn’t see her for more than three years, although she sent for me many times and sent presents to me so I would come. I finally went to see her and was treated with all the kindness that they could show me and we soon became very good friends. Their hatred toward my parents gradually disappeared and they were friendly with them too.
My Father was a weaver, and an expert in his time. When he was a young man his father fitted him up a suite of rooms for him to occupy when he had learned his trade. He stayed here until he got married. Then again in the spring of 1866 when we had moved out of our house awaiting the time when we could leave for America, My Grandfather said to Father, “You may move into your rooms until the emigration shall leave, but on the condition the you never mention Mormonism in my house.” So Father said, “I will never mention it to you if you don’t want to hear it.”
Finally, when the morning came to leave for the steamer, Grandfather got out his spring-wagon and his best pair of horses and we loaded all out belongings into the wagon, which, by the way, was very small, and we stood there ready to go. My Grandfather wept like a child, and point to my father said to him, “You shall never inherit one cent of my property when I am dead,” but pointing to me said, “He shall inherit,”. This was almost prophetic. He died fiver years before Grandmother and left all to her until she died, which occurred the latter part of March 1883, just prior to when I left for a Mission to Denmark, but I didn’t find out about her death until after I arrived at her home. While there, I helped settle up the estate, and it was almost as Grandfather had said.
We bid farewell to our native land all that were near and dear to us. We arrived in Copenhagen that same day, about May 20 1866, stayed there a few days, then took a steamer for Hamburg Germany. On June 1st, 1866, under the leadership of Niels Nielsen, from Brigham City, Utah, boarded the sail vessel Cavour, bound for New York. We landed on August 1st, 1866, my fourteenth birthday. We then went in cattle cars and such bound for St. Joseph, Missouri, very rough traveling. Here my mother took sick with the cholera and died next day, which was August 8th, 1866, on the steamer going up the Missouri River on the way to Wyoming, a landing by that name. We don’t know where she was buried, but we suppose at one of the wood stations along the river as the steamer burned wood.
We arrived at Wyoming, August 11, 1866, where the Church teams were waiting for us. Under the direction of Captain Abner Lawry we left Wyoming August 13, 1866. My oldest brother Niels Anton died the 27th of August, Hans Daniel died October 11th, and Anders Marius the 1st of September, 1866, all with cholera, so after a long and tedious journey, through sickness and all kinds of storms, we came to Salt Lake City. The worst storm was a snowy blizzard on the divide in Parleys Canyon, which lasted for three days. The wind blew so hard that it was impossible to make a fire, - the wind swept it right off the ground.
Arriving in Salt Lake City, Utah, October 22, 1866, the last company of that year. Many of the emigrants died on the plains. Some families were completely wiped out (no one left to tell the tale). My father and myself were the ones left out of a family of six.
After coming into Salt Lake Valley we camped in the road running east where the County Infirmary now stands. We took the oxen over to what was then the Church Farm to let them rest for a few days, for they had had as hard a time as we had. We then went to the Tithing Yard, where the Hotel Utah now stands, and delivered up our skillet, as it had been furnished us at Wyoming by the Church. We also signed up for our passage across the plains. The money was to be paid later. It went into what was called the P.E. Fund (perpetual emigration fund) to assist those to come later.
We then started south, for we were bound for Mt. Pleasant, Utah, but arriving at Provo we met so many old acquaintances and they persuaded us to stay there. We were not hard to persuade, as we were good and tired of the journey. Brother Mads Jorgensen took me in and I stayed with him one year. My father found work at his trade (weaving) in Provo.
In 1867 – 1868 we had a very sever grasshopper war. Nothing much was raised during that time. I was now nearly sixteen years old, at this time, and I went out to Echo Canyon and worked there all summer on the Union Pacific Railroad. Before I went I had to get something to wear, so I went to the store and bought two seamless sacks, on credit, for four ($4.00) dollars, and had them made into a pair of nice white pants, with stripes up the sides. Proud! I’ll say. When I came home, after paying for the pants, I bought a cow and a calf out of the extra money. Later we got a pig and a few chickens. Then we built us a little house and were very comfortable.
I have wondered many times how my father ever endured losing his wife and children in so short a time. It must have tried him to the core, but he had an indomitable willpower, and a testimony of the Gospel, which he proved when his parents and friends turned against him. Although he was but young in the Church he never wavered in his faith.
After our house was ready we kept bachelors hall, working here and there, putting our scout earnings together. Later we bought a farm, including Block 54, Plat A. Provo City Survey, having previously sold our other little home to the Union Pacific Railroad Company, and then we built another little house, a log cabin. I cut the logs from trees in the canyon and hauled them home with Tom and Jerry, our pet team.
In 1875 father married Marie Catherine Hansen. They had six children, - three boys and three girls.
I will now proceed to write a few incidents in my own life from this time on:
In about 1872 or 1873, I was called to go to Salt Lake City to cut stones for the Salt Lake Temple, representing the Provo Second Ward. I had my valise packed ready to when the Ward authorities changed the program and decided to send a married man, which they did. Wm. C. Roberts was the man that went, and the Ward supported him, at least in part, and they bought a lot and built him a house on it.
In the spring of 1874 I went to work for President A. O. Smoot and worked for him one year. I hauled practically all of the material in his new house which house later became the Aird Hospital at Provo. During this year I had the privilege of bringing President Brigham Young to and from the Railroad Station at many different times. He would invariably sit in the front seat with me as he admired the fine horses I was driving, for they shone like silk and were perfectly broke. Provo was the terminus of the railroad at that time and he always came in this private car.
I well remember one incident. There had been a heavy rainstorm and a large puddle of water had formed near where his car had stopped. I drove as close as I could to the car without getting the whitetop into the water and stopped. He sat and looked for a moment and then he said, “Young man, would you mind letting me take the lines a minute?” I said, “No Sir” and handed him the lines. He then attempted to turn the team around and come closer then I had, but he missed it about four feet more than I had. He stopped and looked again, and said, “Young man, here are your lines, you are a better drive than I am.”
I also had the privilege of bringing many other Church authorities to and from the Station. A short time before this many of the Authorities moved some of their families to Provo. They were Brigham Young, Heber C. Kimball, George A. Smith, Wilford Woodruff, John Taylor, Joseph F. Smith and some others.
In 1875 I worked in the Canyon cutting and hauling Railroad ties. In the following spring 1876, Soren Nielsen and family moved from Salt Lake City to Provo. In this family was the girl that later became my wife. I will here mention two peculiar or perhaps prophetic incidents.
I, in company with a young man, a chum of mine, passed this girl on the street. It was the first time I had ever seen her. I said to him, “There goes my future wife.” Another time was one day when I happened into her father’s place of business. He had established a jewelry store in town. It was the first time he had ever seen me, but when he went home that evening he said, “Mary, I have seen your husband today”. As I said before, this proved to be true.
The Nielsens soon became acquainted and we young people all associated together at dances, etc. I had my eye on Mary Nielsen all this time. It was not until Christmas day, 1876, that the ice was broken, when I asked her to go with me to a party that evening. She consented, and soon we were married, and we never separated again for more than fifty-four years.
On May 13th, 1877, we were married by the Bishop. The Endowment House had previously been closed on account of the St. George Temple being opened, but we were too poor to go so far, so when the Endowment House re-opened November 29th, 1877, we were endowed and sealed there on the opening day.
During the summer we lived in different houses until we added an adobe room to the old log house my father and myself had been living in, and then we moved in there. Father and I still worked together on our farm. In the spring of 1878 I went to work for the Union Pacific Railroad for two years, but we still put our earnings together and prospered very nicely until we had plenty of cows and horse, as well as farm implements.
During this time my wife and I had three children born to us, namely, Amelia A., Eliza, still born, and Francis J., died a young child.
I was rebaptized by Elder Albert Jones at the time of General Rebaptism into the United Order, which, however, was never organized in Provo. I was ordained a member of the 34th Quorum of the Seventies, January 28th, 1876, by Elder Edward Peay, who was ordained by John Tidwell, who was ordained by Levi W. Handcock, who was ordained by Joseph Smith the Prophet, who was ordained by Peter, James and John.
In the spring of 1882, I received a letter from Box B. asking me if I would accept a call to go on a Mission. I answered in the affirmative, and expecting a call soon, but it went on until March, 1883. About the 15th I received another letter asking me to be ready to leave Salt Lake City, April 9th. I again answered in the affirmative. On the day before I received this call I had been to the bank and borrowed $150.00 to buy a new wagon and harness. Now I had the wagon and harness but no money for my Mission, and besides I was $150.00 in debt. I was going to try to return the wagon and harness and get my money back, so I went to the harness maker and told him my circumstances and asked him to take the harness back. He said, “Oh no, I sell harnesses, I don’t buy them.” I had paid him $50.00 for them the day before. When I was leaving he called me back and said he would give me $45.00 for them. I said, “Never”. I went home and hung the harness up, and put the wagon in the shed, and they remained there until I returned from my Mission.
Now how to get money was the next problem. I set to work to sell the horses that I had bought the harness and wagon for, and succeeded. I got enough money to pay my fare, and before I left I had plenty of money. My Quorum raised me a nice little purse, the Third Ward gave me twenty-nine dollars, although that was not the Ward I lived in, and my friends, many of them, gave me five and ten dollars. On the Railroad platform when I was leaving I received $30.00 more. Some of those that gave me money were not members of the Church.
This was on April 7, 1883, when I bid my dear wife and baby goodbye to fulfill the call made upon me by those that presided over me. I was set apart on April 8th, 1883 by Apostle Moses Thatcher and Wm. W. Taylor, Thatcher being mouth piece. This took place in the old Council House where the Deseret News Building now stands. The blessing he gave me was a wonderful one and was fulfilled to the very letter. It was prophetic, for it came true, every word.
I left Salt Lake City, April 10th, 1883, in a company of sixty Missionaries enroute for Europe in a special car. Niagara Falls was the most wonderful place we visited on the way to New York, where we arrived April 15th, put up at the Grand Central Hotel. We stayed in New York until April 17th, when we boarded the S. S. Wisconsin at about 11 A. M. and left at 1:35 P. M. April 18, 1883 we sailed 240 miles, April 19th sailed 314 miles, April 20th sailed 296 miles, April 21st sailed 292 miles, April 22nd sailed 293 miles, April 23rd sailed 302 miles, April 24th sailed 336 miles, April 25th sailed 291 miles, April 26th sailed 274 miles, April 27th sailed 216 miles, April 28th sailed 219 miles, making a total of 3,072 miles to Liverpool.
We landed in Liverpool on April 28th, 1883. After passing through the Customs Office we went to 42 Islington Headquarters for the European Mission and stayed there taking in the sights of the town until May 1st, when we left for Hamburg, Germany. We had an awfully rough voyage across the North Sea. Everybody was sea-sick and I am included. On May 3rd, we sailed up the River Elbe, and arrived at Hamburg the same day. May 4th we left Hamburg for Copenhagen, arriving there at 10:30 P.M. the same day.
May 5th I visited the Zoo and other places of interest, and on that same day was appointed to preside over the Southwest Sjallands Branch by President C. D. Fjeldsted.
May 6th, Sunday , I attended meeting in Krystal Gade #24, and for the first time tried to preach in the Danish language.
On May 8th I left for Lolland by railroad and arrived at my Grandfather’s place about 6 P.M., having walked about four miles. On the way I met an old man, whom I had known, but, of course, he did not know me until I told him who I was. He then told me that my grandmother had died on March 24th, (about two weeks before I left home). This as very disappointing to me, for I had made all plans to see her once more. I was so disappointed that it made me shed tears.
Arriving at the place, everything was deserted. Oh, what a difference to that of the morning when we left, nineteen years before. There had been my grandmother and grandfather and my four grown aunts and two of my cousins, Rasmus and Jorgen, besides hired people. Now all was quiet and the doors locked and no one in sight, but I could track the wagon that had gone out in one of the fields. Grandfather had ten fields, each one fenced in by itself. I finally located my cousin Rasmus, working in one of the fields. I walked up to him and said, “I am traveling through the country and would like to have a place to stay tonight.”. He looked me up and down and said, “No, you can’t stay here. The old lady is dead and the place is for sale, and I’m looking after it meanwhile. The hired girl has left and there are no accommodations”. I told him that I asked for no accommodations, only to stay the night. He refused to let me, so I got at him in a different way, but it was no use. He was firm and began to be a little vexed at my being so persistent. I finally smiled a little. He recognized me and said, “Oh, it is you, is it? Well, you can stay as long as I am here”. I stayed there while visiting all of my relatives, both father’s and mother’s. Many interesting meetings and conversations took place. They are too difficult to write here, but I have record of them in my diary, briefly.
June 6th, 1883, I took the Steamer Knuthenborg for Greenaa in Jylland, the birthplace of my wife, Mary. Arrived there at 2:30 A.M. June 7th. I visited my wife’s Aunt Mathilda and many of my father-inlaw’s former friends. He had sent with me little presents of jewelry for all of them. They all treated me with very much courtesy and respect.
June 9th I left Greenaa for Randers and visited my wife’s relatives there, the Tolboes. One Aunt and a cousin belonged to the church. They had some knowledge of the Gospel, but they said that never had a Mormon had such influence over them as I had.
June 12th, I left Randers for Aarhus, visited relatives of my wife there, and on June 13th went to Sikeborg to visit some more of them, - Arnold Berg and his brother and sisters.
June 15th I went down to the steamer with the emigrating Saints, five hundred in number. That evening I visited Tivoli. There is only one Tivoli in the world. It was one of the greatest pleasure parks in the world at the time, ‘1884).
June 16th, I visited the anatomical Museum. There you saw human skeletons from infancy to old age and from conception to birth, in all the different stages of the very tiniest size, yet in perfect form, until fully matured.
On June 18th I received my re-appointment to preside over the Southwest Sjallands Branch with headquarters at Noswod, Copenhagen. I was then living at Compagni Street. While at this same place only the ordinary routine of Missionary work occurred. I made friends wherever I went, baptizing some people and confirming them, and re-baptizing some that had been cut off the Church.
On July 24th, 1884, I was called by President Anthon H. Lund to take charge of the Copenhagen Conference and Branch. The Branch numbered, at that time, about four hundred members. I labored in this capacity until June 7, 1885, when I preached my farewell Sermon to a people that I had learned to love more than I can tell. I knew their integrity and their faithfulness and how they longed in their poverty to come to Zion, and how they had shared the last crust of bread with the servants of God. It made my heart bleed with compassion for those poor souls.
I had baptized twenty-five members. On the fifteenth of June I parted from some of the best friends I had ever had, and I will not deny that I shed a tear when the Steamer pulled out for Hull.
I had previously been appointed by President A. H. Lund to take charge of the Company of Scandinavians, numbering 335 souls and 30 returning Elders. We arrived at Hull on the 18th of June and at Liverpool the same day, at 10 P.M. The train was chartered especially for our Company, and took us directly down to the Alexandria Docks. I then found my way to 42 Islington, via Mule Car, and reported our arrival to President D. H. Wells, who then put me in charge of the entire Company, consisting of 158 British, 335 Scandinavians, 18 Swiss-Germans, and the 30 Elders, a total of 541. Wm. G. A. Smoot and John G. M. Barnes were my assistants.
On June 29th, 1885, on Board the S. S. Wisconsin, before sailing time, I wrote some letters, and then had a conversation with President D. H. Wells in regard to the banishing of the Elders from Denmark, and a few other things pertaining to the condition of the Scandinavian Mission.
June 21st, arrived at Queenstown, 240 miles from Liverpool, where we took on mail for America. I was quite sea-sick for a couple of days and then I began to look for meal time. I now attended to the business of getting organized, of which business we had plenty.
Following are the distances sailed each day. I mention this to compare to speed of those times and at the present time (1931) when this little history was written and compiled from former records kept by myself and also from memory. The Wisconsin was a slow boat; that is why the distances traveled were short. It had carried more Mormons that any other one boat at that time. Distances traveled per day are: June 21, 1885, 240 miles; June 22. 304 miles; June 23rd, 267 miles; June 24th, 270 miles; June 25th, 284 miles; June 26th, 280 miles; June 27th, 290 miles; June 28th, 288 miles; June 29th, 330 miles. We didn’t get the distance traveled on June 30th on account of getting ready to land, landing on July 1, 1885.
It may be interesting to know who those thirty returning Elders were. They are as follows: Thomas P. Biggs, Richard Douglas, Peter Winward, Wm. H. Corbridge, L. M. Bood, Martin M. Jensen, Thorwald A. Thoresen, Fredrick Ludvigsen, Charles Lindquist, John H Anderson, B. W. Knudsen, Chris Nielsen, Joseph Monson, Samuel P. Nelsen, John P. Ipsen, Emil Eriksen, Daniel K Brown, Ole Sorensen, Chas. J. Christensen, L. F. Swalberg, Martin Christoffersen, Ole Hanse, J. W. Thomas, Geo. Frazer, Thos. Wright, August Valentine and C. L. Lundstein, Jorgen Hansen, Wm. C. A. Smoot and John G. M. Barnes, totaling thirty.
July 1, 1885 we landed at New York and were taken immediately to Castle Garden. It had been an old theater, but then was being used for emigration purposes, where like in the old days of the Savior, we found plenty of moneychangers, but I had heard of how some of the Elders in times past had been wrongfully accused of taking part of the Emigrants money. I said to myself, “they shall not accuse me of taking their money”, so I went with them and saw that they were not taken advantage of, every man handling his own money.
After this we had all our baggage examined by the Custom’s Officers, which was done in a very gentlemanly manner. The chief came to me and said, “If you will treat us right we will do the same to you”. I said, “I will see what I can do”, so I canvased the Company and raised $5.00, which was satisfactory. Only a few of our trunks were opened, but they all received the usual O.K. in red chalk. Our baggage was then put on a barge and taken across the East River and loaded on the cars. I don’t think I was ever more tired in my life for I sure had a time getting our tickets. This was difficult because our Latter-day Saint Emigration Agent was on the Underground moving from one office to another, there being offices you could rent for ten minutes or ten hours or as long as you wanted to. He was afraid to come to where we were for fear of being apprehended by the Deputy Marshals. They were quite hard on polygamists at this time. Some of the emigrants had too much baggage and no money to pay for the over-weight and some had one trouble and some had others. Of course, who should they go to but me, and I was certainly more than willing to do all I could for them for they were in a strange land and had to contend with a strange language. I have not forgotten what that means to a person.
We were now ready to leave on the train bound westward, but there was insufficient seating capacity, so I told the conductor that we needed more seats, and I refused to board the train until we had the necessary room. He ripped out an oath and said, “This train will leave in two minutes, whether you are on or not.” This was the first unkind word I had heard on the whole journey, for we had certainly been treated with the greatest courtesy, both on land and on sea. The Captain and the Purser on the Wisconsin were gentlemen of the highest order, as also the Surgeon, Mr. W. E. Lambert. Captain Edward Bentley said he would rather have a cargo of Mormons on his boat that the best insurance he could get. The Purser, Mr. E. G. Hammill, was also a fine man. I talked to him a great deal. He told me he had been shipwrecked three times and one time he floated on a piece of timber for three days.
On the train I had to stand up most of the time until we reached Chicago, exchanging once in a while with one of the Saints. I telegraphed ahead to Chicago to have bread and milk and other things when we arrived there, which they did very promptly. We arrived there and our train was side-tracked to wait for the special train we were to switch to. They lined it up right next to ours so we only had a short distance to go to change. I again had to oversee the purchasing of provisions here, but letting them depend mostly upon themselves.
July 4th, 1885 we arrived at Council Bluff, Iowa. The town was in an uproar. Oh! The Mormons have rebelled. They have seceded. There were all kinds of stories out. It was because, on the 4th of July, someone had raised the Flag to half-mast in Salt Lake City. There had been much trouble and conflict among the L. D. S. and other people a this time and as news travels fast all of the people hearing of the flag being at half mast decided something was going to happen.
Nothing of mention occurred after this on our journey until we came to Ogden on July 7th. There were two trains awaiting us, one for the North and one for the South. The conductor, Mr. John Aikomb, on the train going south told me that if we could get our baggage separated we could go to Salt Lake that night. In a short time we were rolling for Salt Lake City, for you should have seen the baggage move when they heard they could leave that night. We arrived there that same evening.
Here ended our journey from Europe to Salt Lake City, Utah, with 541 souls without a single death or the least accident. A fulfillment of my blessing when being set apart by Apostle Moses Thatcher. It was that I should go in peace and return in safety, bringing my sheaves with me. For all these things I was and am very thankful to my Heavenly Father.
At the Salt Lake Station I was met by my wife and our daughter, Millie. What a meeting, after twenty-seven months absence from each other. They had come to meet me, but had left a baby home at Provo that I had not seen yet. She was our daughter Birdie, born three weeks after I left for my Mission. We arrived home in Provo, July 9th, 1885.
I was ordained a Highpriest, July 19th, 1885, by President A. O. Smoot and set apart as first Counselor to Bishop James W. Loveless of the Second Ward on that same day. I served in this capacity until the death of Bishop Loveless.
On October 9, 1885, I married Alma Nathalia Nielson, in the Logan Temple, who died September 27th, 1886 in childbirth, on the Underground.
Having moved into the Provo Third ward, I was set apart as Second Counselor to Bishop Myron Tanner, June 22nd, 1890, by Myron Tanner. Served in this capacity until the resignation of Bishop Tanner. His wife died, causing him to resign his calling. Thos. W. Taylor was called to fill the vacancy and he called me to preside over the Block Teachers, with Elders Dominicus Snow and C. H. Jensen as my assistants, being set apart November 24th, 1892.
I was elected a member of the Provo City Council in 1888 and served two years. In 1891 I was appointed Street Supervisor of Provo City, serving two years. Again in 1900 was appointed Street Supervisor and Deputy Watermaster and served four years.
On March 21st, 1909, we moved into the Timpanogos Ward, Provo Bench. I labored about three years as a Block Teacher, and on May 5th, 1912 was set apart as Superintendent of the Timpanogos Sunday School, serving about eleven years. On November 1st, 1913, was elected Justice of the Peace for Provo Bench Precinct, and served about ten years in the office, handling some quite difficult cases, most of the involving horses and mules and some machinery. There were both civil and criminal cases. During all this time I was active in the Ward as Block Teacher etc.
On January 15th, 1929, was put in charge of the Timpanogos Quorum of Highpriest, which position I still hold December 22nd, 1931.
In December, 1930, my wife, Mary, took sick and, gradually growing worse, passed away February 2nd, 1931. This was the hardest trial I have ever had. When others in my family have passed away I have had her to lean on, but this time I was left alone; but Job said, “The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, and blessed be the name of the Lord”, and the Lord has blessed me exceedingly all my life. He has given me an unwavering Testimony of the Latter Day work and the divine Mission of the Prophet Joseph Smith.
During these years of my married life I was blessed with thirteen children, six boys and seven girls, as follows:
Amelia A., born on the 15th of February, 1878.
Eliza, still born.
Francis J., born February 24, 1881 – died September 7, 1882.
Birdie B., born May 26, 1883.
Calvin C., born May 2, 1886.
Don D. (Son of Alma), born September 12, 1886.
Edna E., born September 28, 1888.
George G. born August 29, 1890.
Henrietta H., born August 15, 1892 – died at the age of 10 yeas, April 14, 1902.
Iona I., born September 17, 1894.
Julian J., born March 21, 1897.
Kora K., born May 10, 1899 – died at the age of 27 years, November 26, 1926.
Lewis L., born February 7, 1904 – died November 16, 1906.
I know as I know that I live that Mormonism is true, and I trust that the Lord will continue his blessings upon me that I may never loose the Testimony he has given me, that I may have peace and comfort and enjoy the rest of my life here on the earth in serving him and doing good to both the living and the dead.
I was baptized May 13, 1865 by my Father Peter Hansen, and received a testimony to my soul that what I had done was approved of by my Heavenly Father. Although but a small child, I knew I had done right. I can never forget the feeling I had. For three days it seemed to me as tough I was floating in the air, about three feet form the ground. It had left an impression on my soul ever since. I have never doubted any of the principles of Mormonism, and have accepted whole heartedly every one that has been given to me. I have never seen a skeptical moment in my life. My greatest worry is, can I continue faithful to the end.
I leave this Testimony to all my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, and all of my relatives that shall read this humble record, whosoever they may be.
The History of my life has only hit a few of the high places for there have been so many little, yet important, incidents that cannot very well be written in a record like this one. I hope I have made a record in heaven that I will not be ashamed of when I shall be brought before my maker to give an account of the deeds done in this life.
August 18th, 1932