I, Margeret Angeline Pace Rawson was born 14 Sept. 1842 in Nauvoo City, Illinois. My parents James Pace was born at Double Springs, Rethforth County, Tennessee, 15 June 1811, and Lucinda Gibson Strickland Pace was born in Abbaville District, South Carolina, 16 June 1805. She was the eldest daughter of Warren Gibson Strickland and Mary Anderson. My grandfather James Pace was born in North Carolina 23 June 1778. He married Mary Ann Loving, daughter of Thomas and Polly Stroop Loving. My father and mother were baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 14 April 1839 by Elder Dominecas Carter. When father was getting ready to cross the plains he was called to join the Mormon Battalion. He and my oldest brother went. They walked clear to California and back. I well remember when they returned home, they were a pitiful sight to see. My mother cried as soon as she saw them, they were so poor and thin and father had wiskers nearly to his eyes. In the spring of 1849 we moved to St. Joseph, Missouri and there we got ready to cross the plains. In 1850 we started leaving houses and land to the mercy of the ruthless and wicked mobs. I can remember nearly all about the journey. I well remember the men driving up a herd of buffalo close to camp and killing some and curing the meat. I never forgot how they did that. They drove two stakes down in the ground and put a long iron rod across and hung iron kettles on the rod that were filled with strong salt water and when it was boiling they dipped the meat in and dried it. I never forgot how good it was. I well remember one morning a lot of us children got our parents to let us go on ahead while they were getting ready to start. We saw a big feather bed at the side of the road with nice bedding and pillows on it and when our folks got to us we were all in bed covered up. The train that was ahead of us had cholera and a lot of them died and they had thrown away the bedding. Our folks were scared that we would get cholera but we never did. I remember when we got nearly here, when we went to come through the mountains, one of the men said that we were just going through the Devil's Gate. I got in bed and covered up. I told my mother I never wanted to see the devil or his gate. Next day we got in Salt Lake and President Young came out and met us and told my father where to go and start a settlement on a little creek called Peteetneet which now is Payson in honor of my father. Father went with a few families and it was not long until there was enough families came to organize a branch and they put father in to preside over it and we lived in peace for two years. Then they called father on a mission to England and one of hour neighbors. His name was Brother Gardner. We sure felt bad to have our father leave us for three long years and Brother Gardner who was our dancing teacher. We had dancing school every Thursday night in the winter and we sure had good times and then the Indian War started. We were living in a little fort and they had to build a big for t around us. One night we got such a scare, the Bishop had everybody go to the school house and had men standing outside. They had a man at every big gate also. The fort was square and had a big heave gate on every side. We heard a gun go off at the south gate the Indians had killed Brother Eleck Keel, who was on guard there and in a few more days the Indians had killed tow more men at Provo. We sure had trouble for two more years, till father came home from his mission. We never had to live in a fort anymore. Our town site was laid out and people built on their lots and we sure lived in peace and happiness for years and no girl could be more happy than I was, I always went with the best people and married a good young man. His name was Arthur Rawson. He was only nineteen and I seventeen. We stayed in that little town until we had a baby girl about a year old and then we moved to Ogden. In 1862 we had another girl born there and that year my husband went east with some more men with a load of freight. He caught a cold and came home with Typhoid Fever, he got worse and never went out of the house for three months. The doctor told me he would have to go south as soon as he could travel to get his health back. That sure suited me. My father had been called to take his family and help build up the Dixie Country, and I sure wanted to go and see my folks. We never had anything but one yoke of oxen and a wagon and a change of clothes, but he gained so fast going down there that he was able to work as soon as we got there and I knew how to spin and card cotton. So we both went to work and when I got a lot of spinning done, my husband make me a loom and I knew how to weave and we were all soon dressed in home spun clothes. While we were in Dixie our third girl was born and then we moved to Harmony on fathers farm and our fourth girl was born there. We moved to Ogden, then Farr West and Ammon, Idaho. We now had 12 children. Arthur died 28 Feb. 1923 and Margeret 18 February 1929.