(The life review below was written in honor of Mrs. James Moore and presented prior to her departure for Montana).

By HAZEL OZBURN

Emma Christena Jensen Moore was born in Salt Lake City, Utah December 12, 1862, daughter of Niels and Johanna Sandberg Jensen, who walked across the plains. Her mother tells of them having to eat fish for 20 days. They endured many hardships along with the many other pioneers who made the trek.

Emma was the oldest of nine children, and was a great help and comfort to her mother. She often said, after Emma left home to work out, that she felt like she had lost her right arm.

When Emma was two years old her parents moved to Logan, where her father operated a pottery shop for a number of years. As a child she remembers watching him mold the bowls and then bake them in a kiln. He made many articles so badly needed by the pioneers. They raised corn so that they had plenty of corn meal, also sugar cane for molasses, and they had a cow. There was a small orchard which aided greatly in making a more balanced menu for the family. She tells of how she and a brother ate on the same plate and she often pushed part of her food over on his side as she thought he needed it more than she, thus showing her unselfish nature even as a child. They had seven sheep that were sheared and the wool was made into cloth by her mother.

She tells of the first dance she attended at the age of 13 with her new linsey dress made of the wool her mother had spun. Thread was 60c a spool at that time.

They preserved the fruit they raised with syrup and put it in the Pottery jars which her father made, then covered it with muton tallow for wax.

Because of her father's failing health they moved to Trenton on a farm, as he needed more outdoor life. Emma was then 16 years old. She was very unhappy in their new log cabin home and longed to go back to Logan. There was no well on the farm and they had to dig 500 feet before striking water, then drew the water up in a bucket.

Emma soon went back to Logan and worked for the Thatcher family of ten. Washing on the board for only $2.00 a week, giving her wages to her family to assist in her way to buy a few things they so badly needed. After two years she went back to Trenton to her family where she met her husband, James Moore, whom she married in Soda Springs, on May 25, 1881.

They lived in Gentile Valley for two years, where their only son Frank, was born. In 1895 they moved to Bear River Ranch south of Soda Springs, then later to Grays Lake where they endured many hardships. One hard winter there wasn't enough food and many of the cattle starved to death. They came into town an a hay rack, and it being Sunday they could not get in a store to buy coal-oil. And she tells how she fried a little bacon to get grease and make a wick of cloth saturated in the grease and placed in a cup for a light that evening.

September 17, 1923, they buried their only son, he leaving a family of seven children for the mother to raise.

Grandma, Emma Moore, has been a source of joy to all of her family and friends. Her life has been one of service to others. She is a cheerful disposition, never complaining or finding fault. All her life she has kept busy, having pieced 87 wedding ring quilt, besides many other pieces of art.

When asked, to what she attributed her old age of 91, she, replied, "Good Living." Her mother always said, "When you look at the faults of others, don't forget your own." She also taught, them to count their blessings and remember the sun is shining behind every cloud.

At this writing there are five members still living, all of whom are past 80 years of age. Her husband passed away in 1929.

She still lives in her own home, doing her own work and able to converse with her friends and family. Just recently I heard her recite a long reading, word for word, without a mistake, a wonderful memory. Her delight is beautiful flowers, always appreciating them, when brought to make her happy.

She has lived to enjoy seven grandchildren, twenty one great-grandchildren and eight great-great-grandchildren.

Our lives have been made richer by knowing this noble little woman.