Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, page 4, paragraph 5

When father left for his mission on November 8, 1894, just before Christmas, Uncle Edward Follett came from Pima and took us to stay awhile with mother’s folks. We started out with two big three year old colts and two work horses of ours in addition to Uncle’s team. When we neared Florence, one of the colts gave out and we had to sell her to a rancher for $4.00 and three bales of hay. Soon one of the mares in the team gave out. We tied her to the back of the wagon. She got so tired that she fell and broke her neck. This made mother feel very bad to lose these two animals. The rest of the trip was made safely. A few days after we arrived at Uncle Ed’s, our colt was found dead. This left us with only two horses.

Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, page 4, paragraph 3

Father kept some cows for milking and at eight years of age, I learned to milk so that when he was away from home I took over and did the milking. I soon had to drive the cows to pasture in the morning and bring them home at night and learned to ride a horse to do it. I also learned to work in the garden and orchard keeping the weeds out and irrigating them. At ten years of age, when father left for a mission to the Southern States, I had to look after all the work on the place. I milked the cows, hauled the milk to the dairy in a little wagon, and then took the cows to pasture before going to school. The training received in my early life has helped me in a good many ways since.

Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, page 2, paragraph 2

During the winters of 1889 and 1890, my father was called as a missionary school teacher to teach the first Indian School, (so far as I can find out) in Arizona. I went with him sometimes and became acquainted with the Indians and the friendships made there have gone with me through life. It was a beautiful thing to see the love which existed between those Indians and my father.

Aunt Ruth's Book, Frank's Autobiography, page 1, paragraph 4

My father visited Mesa, Arizona in August 1885 and liked it so well that he moved with his wife and baby to Mesa. They went by Smithville, (now Pima) in Graham County, Arizona where they visited mother’s family. While there, I was seized with convulsions and was administered to by patriarch McBride and healed at once. I never had any more attacks.