On January 10, 1899 Winslow married his fourth wife, Sarah Mitchell Graham in Colonia Dublan, Mexico. In December of 1902, Winslow, his wife Melvina and their two youngest sons, Wilford and Ashael, traveled by train to visit the families in Ogden arriving on December 6, and spent the night with his daughter Emily Halverson and family.

December 7, 1902 "Visited my Tilly and children Had dinner with them visited my brother Aaron and Lorins families staid all night at Emilys."

December 8, 1902 "Got a horse and buggy and took my wife Melvina and two little boys over to West Weber to the rest of the family found all well and glad to see us wrote some letters to my folks in Mexico in the eve My children Laffy and family came and had supper with us and spent the evening with us We had a very enjoyable time."

Melvina and her sons stayed often with Emily Jane and her family in West Weber during the time she was in Utah. Emily Jane lived on the farm in West Weber, Matilda lived in her home in Ogden and Sarah lived in her home in Salt Lake City as well as Dublan, Mexico.

Sarah, known as Dr. Sarah Farr, was often called upon as a lay midwife. Sarah gave lectures about the human anatomy and using her own formula, bottled and sold a product known as Dr. Farr's Canker medicine. Evelyn Farr Mower (Granddaughter of Emily Jane) reminisced in a 1980 interview, "Grandfather gave grandma Emily some of aunt Sarah's medicine and it was really gooooood tooo!"

In the spring of 1903 Winslow Jr. records in his diaries, time spent with each of his four wives. Winlsow spent more time with Sarah in Salt Lake City. After returning to Ogden, from an extended stay with Sarah, he records in his diary:

March 20, 1903 "Took horse and buggy and took my wife Melvina and two little boys to Ogden had dinner with my daughter Emily took my wife and boys up to Hyrum and Gooddall Her cousin on her way to Ogden valley to visit her sister Marintha called and see my wife Tilly and talked with her She said that she desired not live with me as wife but did not get a d(i)vorce I tried to reason with her but it was no use Bp (bishop) counselor P Anderson talked with her but all to no purpose She had made up her mind to separate (sic) It seems hard to pull away after rasing (sic) a family together of six children it was against my wishes (to) separate she said I could come and see the children whenever I wanted so we quit on speaking terms I then returned to West Weber."

On April 9, 1903 Winslow attended a Farr family reunion at the Ogden 3rd Ward.

April 9, 1903 "Took train for Ogden met my son Barney and came over to west Weber to my home and got ready with my folks and went over to Ogden and attended the Farr reunion that was held in 3rd ward meeting house and asemby (sic) hall. Arrived about 6 to late for the opening program just in time for supper table were spread and supper was ready a large company sat down to supper I was called on to ask a blessing on the food after supper went over to the hall where there was songs and music and speaches (sic) I played 3 tunes on the violin made a short speach (sic) there was present 260 of the farr descendant and 15 of my own family were present we had a very enjoyable time long to be rememberd (sic) dismissed about 12 pm and I returned to west Weber with my family".

On April 24, 1903 Winslow, Emily Jane, Barnard and Susan Farr, traveled by horse and buggy to Ogden to say goodbye to Melvina as she and her two youngest sons boarded the train for the return trip to Mexico.

In November of 1903 Melvina was hospitalized in El Paso, Texas for an attack of appendici­tis. An operation came too late and she passed away on November 6, 1903. She was buried in Colonia Dublan, Mexico.

November 7, 1903 : "Came to Ogden & heard the sad death of my wife Melvina she was at the Hospital at El Paso Texas where she underwent an operation for apendisitis (sic) & died with blood poison she leaves a loving husband and 11 children to mourn her loss she was a noble woman she was burried (sic) in Dublan Mexico Myself and son Joseph and wife and two little children took train for Mexico the folks at the farm came to see us off all feeling very sad."

His wife Sarah, accompanied by Winslow's brother Lorin, joined them in Dublan in December 1903. Winslow remained in Mexico until July of 1906. In June, a family gathering, including 11 of Melvina's children and 18 of their grandchildren, held a farewell supper for him in the old family home before his final return trip to Utah, Saturday June 30, 1906.

July 2, 1906 : "Never sleep on the train. Sleeping berth is too short. Came from Sacramento to Ogden. Landed at West Weber at 9:00 p.m. in the evening. Walked up to the home and was very tired. Found all well" (Diary of Winslow Farr, Jr. 1906, Page not numbered".

With the exception of occasional brief visits to the West Weber farm, Winslow lived most of the time between 1906 and 1913 with his fourth wife, Sarah, in Salt Lake City. Winslow, Sarah and his brother Lorin spent many hours working in the Salt Lake Temple.

December 25, 1907 Wednesday : "Christmas. Eat dinner at my wife Sarah my wife Emily was with us had a roasted duck received a Christmas gift and some letters from my children in Mexico."

December 26, 1907 Thursday : "My wife Emily went home to West Weber Sarah went to the train roads very muddy" (Diary of Winslow Farr, Jr. 1907, Page not numbered).

July 21, 1908 : "My wife Emily and I went over to Ogden and joined the Old folks excursion to Lagoon had a nice time a splendid dinner and supper I drew a suit of clothes as father of 31 children." (Diary of Winslow Farr, Jr. 1908, Page not numbered).

On February 2, 1913, Winslow suffered a stroke. Winslow and Emily Jane's four sons were called to move him from Salt Lake City to Emily Jane's home in West Weber (now known as Taylor, Utah). Their sons took turns attending and staying up through the night with their father. Winslow died February 18, 1913. He was buried in the Ogden cemetery in Weber County, Utah. After his death Emily Jane and her son Lorin, a widower, continued to live in the old family home. Her son Aldebert, whom everyone called Uncle Dell, moved to Idaho. Her daughter, Olive Emily Farr, had married Samuel Halverson and they made their home in Ogden, Utah. Barnard and Susan Alvord Farr built a home north of the old adobe home on the portion of the homestead which Emily Jane had deeded to "Barney" in 1899. Her son Lafayette and his wife, Nancy Hipwell Farr, built their home on the west section of the old homestead.

Jason Farr, great great grandson of Emily Jane and Winslow, currently farms his great grandfathers' (Lafayette Farr) portion of the original homestead. Emily Jane died March 4, 1921 at the home of Barnard and Susan Farr. She was buried beside Winslow in the Ogden City cemetery, Weber County, Utah.

Emily Jane gave birth to 14 children, including one set of twins. Only five of the children survived to adulthood. All of the infant children are buried with their parents, Winslow and Emily Jane, in the Ogden City cemetery. The only graves, in the Winlsow Farr family plot, which are identified with tombstones are Winslow, Emily Jane, their oldest infant son Winslow Robert and Matilda (third wife).

Emily Jane's grandchildren remember her as a vivid, colorful story teller. She would gather the children around her as she sat in her rocking chair, telling them interesting stories of her early days in Dixie (Southern Utah). Tales of struggles she and Winslow had in trying to cultivate a dry farm in Cache Valley, including the early days of marriage when they went on sleigh rides to church socials and dances, stories of Winslow playing his violin for many occasions, wild bear and Indian stories were but a few of the exciting tales the children loved to hear. She often told accounts of the Shoshone Indians who raided their settlement in Cache Valley for cattle and horses.

She also told stories of the Ute Indians who camped near her home in Ogden. Every summer while on their way to their traditional fishing grounds, near Tremonton, Utah, a band of Utes would stop to camp near her homestead in West Weber. She would give them produce, from her garden, and fruit from her orchard. Water and pasture were always available for their animals.

Dee Farr, a great grandson, has the pistol which belonged to Emily Jane. The gun is a 38 caliber Smith & Wesson five shot, with a rotary barrel. The revolver is engraved with the date February 2, 1886. Emily Jane is purported to have always slept with her 38 under her pillow. Her Grandsons, Ken and Glen Farr, describe Emily as a "crack shot", who could shoot a squirrel out of a tree at 20 paces. All of her grandchildren recall how she loved to read. She would sit by the window, in her rocking chair, with a large stack of magazines and newspapers by her side. The grandchildren recall Emily Jane always wore a clean white apron with two large pockets. They knew, hidden deep in one of those pockets, was her small box of snuff. They remember her delicious homemade bread, her colorful Indian stories, her soft chuckling laughter and her stoic quiet dignity.

Emily Jane was a faithful pioneer woman. Her quiet nature, courage, endurance and dedication to family will always be remembered as endearing qualities by her descendants.

Wilma Smith

EMILY JANE COVINGTON FARR - REFLECTIONS OF HER GRANDCHILDREN

Mabel Farr Harris Decker

Grandma always had the midday meal promptly at 12:00 noon every day. She always rang a lunch bell and expected everyone to be washed and ready to sit down to eat. This ritual was probably a carry over tradition from her father's southern plantation schedule.

When I was a young girl, mama gave me an empty lard bucket and sent me to Uncle Laf's (Lafayette) and Aunt Nanc's (Nancy) home to borrow some wheat. Their home was just a little ways west and a little south of grandma's house which was just south of our house. Returning home with the wheat, by way of Grandma's yard, I heard a buggy coming down the road. In order to get a view of who was coming I turned and started walking backwards. The well outlet pipe caught me in the knee and the wheat went flying in all directions. I tumbled backward into the wash tub which grandma had placed under the water outlet. I don't know who was more surprised, me or the ducks who had been swimming in the small pond next to the metal tub. My backside was thoroughly drenched and as I scrambled to regain my feet, my shoes and stockings slowly filled with water. With wings flapping and quacking with excitement, the ducks quickly devoured their unexpected gourmet feast. Embarrassed and soggy, I hurried home to explain what had happened. Papa laughed heartily at my predicament. Mama was not amused and gave me a stern lecture about being so careless.

My cousin Evelyn and her husband, Jeff Mower, lived across the street from grandma's and just down and across the way from our house. My sister Lavon and I loved to hold and play with their infant daughter Ruth. Ruth was a happy baby who laughed often at our play antics. I was fourteen when Ruth took sick and died unexpectedly. As the family gathered at the Mower home, everyone, including myself, seemed to be crying. I noticed grandma seated in a chair, dry eyed and gazing out of a window. I approached grandma and asked, "Aren't you sad that little Ruth died?" She replied, "Of course I am dear". I asked grandma, "why aren't you crying like everyone else?" She looked up at me and sighed, "Oh my dear, I cried all of my tears years ago".

When Grandpa Winslow had his stroke he was living with Aunt Sarah in Salt Lake City. Papa and his brothers moved him back to grandma's home in Taylor. With the assistance of some brethren from the ward they all took turns in sitting through the night to care for grandpa. Grandma slept at our home. The first week he was in a coma. The last week he would partially wake for a few minutes at a time. As was the routine, mama and grandma went by early in the morning to see how grandpa was doing. One morning as grandma walked in the door grandpa cried out, "Well hello Melvina, when did you get here?" Grandma looked startled for a moment, but then replied, "Oh, just a little while ago". She sat beside grandpa and never explained that she was really Emily Jane. In later years when we visited grandma's home, she and Uncle Lorin would be sitting in their chairs, each by a different window and reading from a stack of old newspapers or magazines. A year before grandma died, I acquired a brand new Kodak camera, and she posed for me standing outside her home in Taylor. I believe the year was about 1920. I am built just like grandma. We look just like a plump sack of potatoes tied in the middle.

Kenneth Alvord Farr

When I was about three or four, Lavon and Mabel enjoyed dressing me up in little girls clothes to pretend that I was their big baby doll. I did enjoy the attention, until the day they decided to dress me up and walk me over to grandma's house. They put a frilly white dress on me and twisted my curls into ringlets and put a big bow in my hair. I can still hear the sound of grandma's chuckling laughter as we walked into her front door. Embarrassed I started to bawl my head off. Grandma picked me up and sat me on her knees. I quieted right down as she preceded to tell me a story about a big bear.

Some years later I noticed grandma's habit of reaching into her apron pocket, sniffing and wiping her nose. I asked mama, "Why does grandma always do that?" Mama replied, "Grandma has a little tin box in her apron pocket and every now and then she dips a little snuff".

Papa enjoyed presenting and directing, and often playing a lead roll in community or church
plays. Papa had a collection of items which he often used as stage props. The most intriguing was a pistol which he informed me had belonged to grandma. I can still recall the murmur of excitement in the audience when blanks fired on the stage echoed through the meeting hall.

"Grandma", papa said, "slept every night with the gun under her pillow. She suggested the weapon was for protection from Renegade Indians and from Federal Marshals who might try to sneak into the house in the middle of the night. Papa insisted grandma was a crack shot, who could shoot a squirrel out of a tree from twenty paces. The firing pin was missing when I gave the gun to my youngest son, Dee Farr. Dee had the gun completely restored. I gave Winslow and Emily Jane's family bible to my son Keith Farr.

Evelyn Farr Mower

Every other day grandma always carried the same large round pan to the cellar to get just the right amount of flour to bake six loaves of bread. On her baking days we always enjoyed the treat of warm bread with plum jam. One of my chores was to feed the chickens, ducks, geese and to gather the eggs. When I entered the barn yard I had to watch out for the old gander who was mean and territorial. Many times, with neck extended and wings flapping, he chased me as I scurried up the haystack to escape his stinging bite. Sometimes the old goose would circle and keep me a prisoner atop my perch. Eventually, content with himself, he would wander away while I made my escape down the other side.

One of my other daily chores was walking to the lower pasture to bring the cows home for milking. I remember wearing four buckle galoshes, in the spring and fall, as the pasture was always very wet and swampy. If it was storming, grandma often sent one of the boys to bring the cows home. We all took turns bringing in kindling and firewood for the stove to heat the house. I never had to milk the cows, thank goodness, as this was always considered the boys' chore. We kept some milk for our daily use, and we skimmed cream for weekly butter churning. Our extra milk was sold to the dairy. This provided us with a small cash return.

I went to school only four days a week. I stayed home every Monday to help grandma do the washing and ironing. We heated the water, for wash day on a coal stove which stood in a shed behind the house. The clothes were scrubbed and rinsed by hand on washboards which stood in large galvanized tubs. The clothes were hung on outside lines to dry. Flat irons, heated on the kitchen stove, were used to iron the clothes. It took both of us most the day to finish this chore.

Grandma taught me the basics of sewing on her old foot treadle sewing machine. We cut our patterns out of old newspapers. We cut open and bleached our flour sacs, which we used to make dish towels, tablecloths, napkins, nightgowns, and underwear. When we could afford it we bought cloth to make our dresses, skirts and blouses. One of my favorite pastimes was making doll clothes from scraps of material. By the time I was fourteen I was making all of my own clothes.

When we were teenagers the church started mutual meetings for the youth. Whenever the weather permitted, grandma always encouraged us to attend those meetings, which were held on Sunday evenings.

When I was a young girl grandpa and Aunt Melvina, who lived with her family in Mexico, came on the train with her two youngest sons to visit grandma and her family. My brothers slept in the upstairs north bedroom, which was the larger room. I had the south upstairs bedroom to myself. Aunt Melvina slept in my bed and I slept on a pallet bed on the floor. Grandpa stayed downstairs with grandma in the big front room.

In the summer and fall we kept very busy canning and drying fruits and vegetables. I would often climb onto of the buggy shed roof to spread sheets out where we dried corn, apples, and apricots. I still remember the taste of one of my favorite desserts, which was a dish of white currants with a little cream poured over the top.

My oldest brother Charles raised pigeons and we all looked forward to the days when grandma made a big pan of pigeon pie. She used the pigeon breast, vegetables, and a biscuit dough on top, and Oh, it was so good.

When Uncle Barney and Aunt Susie were married, they lived in grandma's big front room while their home was being built next door. Grandma shared the upstairs bedroom with me. Barney worked at the sugar factory to earn money to build his home on the twenty acres, which grandma had deeded to him. The house was substantial and well built. The home is in good condition and it is still occupied today.

When grandma took sick, Barney and Susie took her into their home and cared for her until she died in 1921. When Ken (Barney and Susie's youngest son) and LaRene were married they moved into Uncle Barney and Susie's old home. The year they married Ken was driving past our place with a team and wagon. I spotted grandma's old rocking chair and side table atop the load. Jess hailed Ken who explained that LaRene had cleaned a lot of old junk out of the house and he was on his way to the dump. With Ken's permission, Jess rescued grandma's chair and small folding table. Jess sanded and painted this furniture which we placed in our living room. After Jess died, I gave grandma's furniture to my daughter, Fern (Kaye). My father Lorin lived in grandma's old home until his death in 1946. Jess and I sold the property to Johnny Favero. As you can see, Johnny built a lovely house in the exact place were grandma's home once stood.

Glen Farr

Grandma gathered my brothers, sisters and cousins around her rocking chair, and as we sat on the floor she told us Indian and bear stories. She told us tales of the day she lived as a young woman in Southern Utah and of the time she and Winslow worked hard to establish a dry farm in Cache Valley, Utah. She was a good story teller. She told us of the years they lived in their home in Ogden. Each summer a band of Indians would set up their tents in the Farr family backyard. They came to trade their hand made goods for sugar, salt, and other staples. The children became especially fond of an Indian woman they all called Aunt Mary. On one occasion grandma allowed Aunt Mary to carry my infant father, Lafayette Farr, on her back when the Indian clan traveled on a one day trip to the Ogden hot springs.

When Grandma divided her farm in 1899 she deeded twenty acres of her homestead to my father Lafayette. She deeded twenty acres to each of her four living sons. When Uncle Dell "Aldebert" moved to Idaho, Inez and I bought his twenty acres. I have a chair that grandpa Winslow purportedly made while incarcerated in the Utah State Penitentiary for polygamy George Q. Cannon appears to be sitting in the chair shown in a photo of the prisoners in the penitentiary. My father gave me a cane which belonged to grandpa. The style colors and design of this particular cane lead me to believe it is was of Mexican origin and not one of the ten canes he made while he was in the Penitentiary.

Dee Farr, a great grandson, furnished a photograph of Emily Jane's gun. It is a 38 Smith & Wesson 5 shot revolver with a rotary barrel. The revolver is engraved with the date February 2, 1886.

Jason Farr, great great grandson of Emily Jane and Winslow Jr., currently farms his great grandfather's (Lafayette Farr) portion of the original homestead.