In September, 1975, after six years of marriage, I moved to "the farm" with my three children, a sister wife and her child. This tattered old farmhouse became my honeymoon cottage.
These are pictures of the Bride and the Groom. On July 6, 1969, we were wed in a religious ceremony when I was seventeen and he was fifty. Though I have wedding pictures none of them are of the "happy" couple. Photographs could be used as evidence against my husband and because of past persecution and imprisonment of polygamists, he would not allow his picture to be taken with any of his wives.
My farm boys: (L-R)
Richard, Isaac, and Ezra.
At the farm the chldren had room to play.
Ezra learned to ride a bicyle.
Our swimming pool was a 6X4X4 foot fiberglass tank. The diving board was the roof of an old chicken coop. And the children lived all summer long in the swimming pool. To maintain a standard of modesty they swam in their clothes.
The tank had been used for baptizing, but when Rulon Jeffs built his home at the mouth of Little Cottonwood Canyon a baptismal font was included. We acquired the fiberglass tank that was no longer needed.
Winter meant more fun. Sleds, fox and geese trails, shaking snow off the fruit trees on each other, and snowball fights with chicken coops as fortresses.
Pictured are: (L-R)
Heber, Richard, Isaac, Israel, and Ezra
Here we are--the five boys and I. This photo was taken on a rare visit to my father's home during Thanksgiving 1982. September 2, 1985, I escaped leaving my children behind. Within six months I had court-ordered custody of all five children.
