. . . In the year of 1849, my parents decided to leave England and go to America.

While on shipboard, we children were bathed in big tubs and barrels of sea water, which we did not fancy. Many people were on board, and the weather was very cold. One day I was sitting on a little stool near a stove. A woman with a baby wanted the stool, so she pulled it from under me, causing me to fall against the stove and my hand was so badly burned that the scar remains to this day. We arrived in the States in the year 1849, and as we were going up the river to Iowa, my little sister died, and we were forced to land that we might bury her. I was about five years old, and the burial service made a deep impression upon me. We first settled in a neighborhood where there were no little children, and the Scottish settlers thought I was a "fine wee lassie," so asked mother to let me visit them for a day, which she did, but I returned with the germs of the "itch." Soon the whole family had contracted the disease. Mother was much troubled and worried, for this was a new disease for her. . . . [p.231]

BIB: Johnson, Ann Jane Willden. [Autobiography], Our Pioneer Heritage, comp. by Kate B. Carter, vol. 13, (Salt Lake City: Daughters of Utah Pioneers, 1970), p. 231. (CHL)
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