I was born 7 June 1897, at Lindon, Utah, the fifth child to my parents, Edward Garrett and Louisa Johnson Ogden. We lived on an eight acre farm in a red brick house, in a neighborhood jokingly called Johnsonville, because Grandfather and Grandmother had a large family and most of them lived as neighbors.

We had a comfortable home, and my mother always had flowers and shrubs and trees, as well as a good vegetable garden. It was a small farm, but every foot was made to produce. We had swings and teeter-totters and lots of sand to play in.

About the first thing I remember clearly was having the Mumps. All of the children had them about the same time, and we were a sorry looking sight, It must have been before I started school. I had a great deal of illness as a child. When I was about eight I had scarlet fever, followed by rheumatic fever. I was very ill and as I convalesced I had to learn to walk again. Daddy used to put a pillow in the wheelbarrow and take me with him when he went to milk the cows in the pasture. I loved the ride, but when we came home he would hang the milk buckets on the handle of the wheel barrow and I didn't like the smell of the fresh milk. Therefore, I didn't like milk to drink.

When I was ten years old I was very ill with typhoid fever. One of my friends died with the fever at the same time I had it. I lost all my hair, which was very embarrassing, because in the "good old days" all little girls wore braids.

As soon as we were old enough to work, we helped on the farm: picking berries, pulling weeds, thinning beets and doing other chores. We had chickens, pigs, cows and horses. Our favorite horse was Fan - she was the one we used as a buggy horse. She took us wherever we wanted to go, not as fast as our cars today, but much more dependably. She was smart; when we came to a hill she would stop until we all got out of the buggy to walk up the hill.

We were in great demand as berry pickers for the neighbors during the summer. We made our money that way to buy clothes for the winter.

I remember the happy times when Daddy would take us in the two seated buggy for rides. Our favorite ride was up Provo Canyon. Many times in the summer we would 8° to the canyon and find a snow bank, pack a tub full of snow and come home and make ice cream.

Another day we always looked forward to was in the fall when the grapes were ripe - we would go to the Carey farm at the mouth of Provo Canyon and get grapes.

We lived just a few miles from Geneva, on the shores of Utah Lake. It was a very nice resort at that time. The whole family: uncles, aunts, and cousins, would go for a hay ride to Geneva and have beach parties. We would go in the water and then have a picnic. It was a lot of fun. I never did learn to swim, however. I guess I was a "fraidy cat."

As a child, Church was the natural thing for us. We always went to Sunday School, Primary and as we grew older, to Mutual. I was baptized on 7 July 1905 in the irrigation ditch across the street from my home, by my Uncle Charles G. Johnson. Several of my friends were baptized that same day. I taught a 8ee Hive class and also had o Primary and Sunday School class.

My father was not well, and could not do heavy work, so he would take the j produce from our farm to the neighboring towns and usually, he would take me with him. We were very good friends, as well as father and daughter. I loved him very much. In the evenings, he used to tell us Indian stories, and about his experiences as a boy when they came to Utah with the Hand Cart Company.

My mother was away from home a great part of the time. She was an obstetrician - a very good one, and a busy one - but the people in our community were not very prosperous, so the pay was not so good; but she did a wonderful work among the sick.

I cannot say that my school days at Lindon School were very happy. I was a good student, by very shy, and did not make friends easily. I was super sensitive and very often hurt I took refuge In my books - I loved to read and study, and would read anything I could get hold of.

When I was In the eighth grade I was asked to assist Miss Amy Walker with her first grade, I spent quite a lot of time with her, and It was then I decided I wanted to be a teacher.

My high school days at Pleasant Grove were pleasant. I was not a popular girl, but I was a good student, and enjoyed my work, especially my art classes. Miss Harvey was a good teacher and I looked forward with pleasure to her classes. I also enjoyed my language and literature classes. The only subjects I did not like were Math and Algebra.

The high school was about three miles from home and in good weather we would walk to school. Those walks were pleasant, especially in the fall. I often stopped at the Lindon elementary school to visit Miss Walker and she encouraged me to become a teacher.

I finished high school in three years and decided I wanted to attend the B.Y.U.

Immediately after graduation from high school, I came to Salt Lake City, where I worked for the Beesley family all summer, then enrolled at the "Y" in the fall. While I was in Salt Lake City, my family had moved to Provo.

I worked in the library from seven until eight in the morning for my tuition I h d classes until two-thirty and then worked at o downtown theatre as usher and cashier. I was busy, but happy and made some wonderful friends. I did not have time for much social life, but we had a matinee dance once a week and some wonderful dances In the evening. These, I shall always remember.

I was secretary of my class and president of the Normal group. We had some very worthwhile projects, one of which was to build a better reference library for the Normal students.

I received my Normal degree, which entitled me to a first class teaching certificate. I was very happy, because I felt that now I could be on my own, financially I spent six weeks in summer school to take some extra work. I loved the early morning classes. I learned to play tennis and also went on the "Timp" hike, which was fun.

I signed a contract to teach school in Beaver County, where Mr. Karl G. Maeser, Jr. was the County Superintendent of schools. He was a very wonderful person with whom to work. He told me the town was small, but being used to small towns, this did not bother me.

My school was a two-teacher school In a very old building, which was also used as a church. It had a belfrey and believe me, I learned that the old saying about "bats in the belfrey" was no joke. I think there were hundreds of them.

The influenza epidemic was at its peak the first year I taught school, and my school was closed. I spent a miserable week in Adamsville with nothing to do but go for walks I finally told Mr. Maeser he would either have to give me something to do or let me go home.

He really did give me something to do! He took me to a one-teacher school at Nada, a little settlement west of Milford. I had eight grades, and some of the students were bigger than I. One boy picked up the children from all over the flat and brought them to school in a wagon.

It was quite an experience, but an interesting one. I stayed with a woman in a sod and railroad tie house. She raised rabbits for market and often when I returned home I would find rabbits on my bed. I stayed there about a month.

Mr. Maeser came out to school one day and asked me if I would go to Beaver Jr. High and teach Home Economics. I was happy to go, but dubious about my ability to teach Jr. High when my training had been primary grades, I liked the change and it was good to be among people again instead of rabbits. Three different schools in one year gave me a lot of good experience. I signed a contract for the next year to teach in Beaver, but, in the meantime

In the fall before I went to Beaver, some friends and I went to a lady who was telling fortunes. It was fun and what she charged, she turned over to the Red Cross. At the time, I was writing to a boy in the Philippine Islands who was in the Service. She told me I would marry a boy who was across the ocean, but not in the military service. It was all in fun, and I soon forgot about it.

While teaching in Adamsville, I stayed with the lady who kept the Post Office. One day a card came from Germany asking about Lewis Griffiths, who was on a mission in Holland. She said to me, "Now, June, there is the boy for you."

"O.K.," I said. "When he comes home tell him he is spoken for."

In April of 1918, I was at a dance in Beaver. Between dances I noticed a boy standing by the door whom I had never seen before. I asked my friend Margaret, who he was.

"That's Lew Griffiths - do you want o meet him?" She asked.

"Heavens, no," I answered. "Who could love a fat man?"

The next day as I came out of school, there was Margaret and two fat men Lewis Griffiths and Lew Jones. We went for a ride and made a date for the weekend and have been dating ever since.

We were married in the Salt Lake Temple 5 September 1918. I taught school part of that year in Provo and then we moved to Minersville where Griff (my pet name) could help his father with the sheep. We had a funny old house, but we didn't care - we were so happy.

We had a beautiful baby boy the following summer. He was a happy, healthy child and we loved him very much. In August he took sick and died 19 September 1920. We thought we could never be happy again.

I taught school that winter in Minersville and in the spring we moved to Salt Lake City, where Griff got work at the Rio Grande Railroad shops as a blacksmith.

We bought a five-room home on Blaine Avenue. Our other children, a boy and three girls, filled it to overflowing, and we always had other people in our home. It seemed to be the place the nieces and nephews liked to come and stay. We were "Mom" and "Dad" to them, and still are, even now that they are grown and have families of their own.

We sold our little home and bought a big old house just across the street. We had to remodel it, which was quite an experience, but we made a comfortable home out of it.

The children went to the Garfield School and during that time, I was active in P.T.A., serving as president for two years. I also worked in Relief Society in the Bryan Ward as first counselor to the president. We had a group of women who wanted to learn to sew, so I taught a class in my home. We made a lot of nice things and had a fashion show at the end of the season which was quite successful.

During the depression, my husband was out of work for a time and I went to work for the W.P.A. as sewing supervisor for Salt Lake County. I met all types of people and situations there.

I worked at Remington Arms as an instructor in inspection. I liked my work. We worked three shifts. My job was to give the new girls the building and area orientation and teach them how to Inspect cartridge cases. I met a11 kinds of people and made many friends.

After the plant closed, I worked at Fort Douglas Inspecting and marking clothing for repair. I did not like this work, so I quit and started my own business.

My shop was located in the Judge Building and was known as "She Downtown Sewing Shop." I had more business than I could handle and as good help was hard to get, I worked too hard and after a year I had to close the shop because of 111 health.

I then worked at Sears-Roebuck & Co., cutting slip covers for about a year and then came to Salt Lake Knit, where I have been for about ten years.

One by one our children left home as they finished high school. Our son, Jack, went to Burbank, California, to work for Lockheed Aircraft. There, he met and married Alice McDonald. He went into the Air Force and his wife came to live with us.

Our eldest daughter, Elayne, went into nursing and as soon as she was graduated she married Melvin Coult.

After a year at B.Y.U., Lona went to Kansas City for some special training in aeronautics. When she came home she married Ivan Osguthorpe.

Our youngest daughter, Lorrie, went to the University of Utah. She had no dream of a profession - just liked to have fun. She especially liked to roller skate and was quite a professional dance skater. She married John Beard and they went to California to live, but soon came home. Her husband decided to go to school, so they were with us until he got his Masters in Geology, seven years and three children later. Quite an education for all of us.

When Jack came home from the service, he went to Alaska, where he lived until his tragic death 8 October 1961.

Our home was now too big for Griff and me, so we sold it and bought a mobile home, which we enjoy. Griff is a retired working man and I work at Salt Lake Knit as a flitter and alteration lady. We plan to retire and live in the country in a little horse we have purchased, but we never quite find time to quit work.

We have twenty grandchildren and two great grandchildren.

We want to do Genealogical work to keep us busy. That is why I am taking this course, so I will know how to do it correctly. I enjoy the class and hope to go on with the next one.