EUDEAN WORTHINGTON 7 MAY 1897 NEPHI, UTAH	Blue eyes, dark brow hair
	Married in the LDS Manti, Utah Temple on 19 May 1915
	Interested in house keeping
	Future husband had a dream of her in her red polka dot dress

She did a lot of reading.  She was an excellent cook.  She was the Relief Society secretary for many years.  She handled the ward finances for years.  She had a really good business head on her.

She, with Dad was a member of the Cowbell Association for the State of Utah.  For some time she was the State Historian of the Cowbell Association.  They traveled all over the United States each year going to conventions.

She crocheted, knitted, and sewed on the sewing machine.  She was very clean in the home and was not afraid of hard work.  She had a bigger foot than Dad.  She was a very hard worker.

She had wonderful dinners in the summertime for the men who would help with the threshing of grain on our property.

She was a very strict mother and could put you in your place in a minute.  When I was a young boy, while Dad was on his mission, I knew that she was scared to death of mice.  One day I brought into the house some baby mice without their skin to show her.  She quickly kicked me out of the house.

As a teenager, she came from Sanpete County to stay with Ella Peacock and her family.  Evidently she did not get along with her father and had to leave home and earn her own living.  It was while living with the Peacock's that she met Dad.  He met her on the street one day and the spirit told him that she was to be his wife.

One night she and Dad were across the street visiting with Alonzo and Wyone.  While coming home her hip cracked and broke.   She was laid up a long time and eventually results of this break was one of the causes of her death.  While healing I went to their home every day at noon without fail and helped her walk and visited with them.

She was a wonderful cook.  I remember our family dinners around that table in the dining room and the kitchen table.  I can see her now bringing in bowls of wonderful jellos, meats, etc.  It was an elegant time.  I remember her bathroom.  It was so white–everything in it was white.  I loved to go into her pantry.  There were so many goodies in there.  Also, she usually had two or three types of homemade cookies.  When asking if we want a cookie, she asked me once and I hesitated and said something like, "I don't know."  Instead of offering me again, she said, "Well I guess Iris does not want one."  She did not offer again and there I sat wishing I had a cookie and watching everyone else eat one.