My Name

I love my name. 

I always have, and I think it has a lot do with the women I share it with. 

I wasn't named after Emma David Rees, but she is my Great Great Great Grandma. She was born on August 5th, 1839 in Llanelly, Glamorganshire, South Wales and passed away on January 10th, 1915 in Spanish Fork, Utah.

Although I have never met this woman, her life greatly affects mine. Learning about her makes me want to be better, to do more, to be more like the Savior. 

This woman just had it together. If a baby was being born, she was there even if the doctor wasn't. If somebody was sick, she was by their side despite her own illness. When her community needed help, she was there to organize and cooperate even with 10 children and a husband to feed and care for. 

"[Emma] was very hospitable, kind-hearted, brave and generous. With her husband, she was always ready to give a helping hand to those in sickness and distress. She was very generous to the needy, always ready to aid her neighbors and friends where help was needed." (From her daughter, Hannah)

Basically, she was awesome!

On my 18th birthday, I inherited a small ring that was another Emma's. Emma Phillips Hughes is my Great Grandmother, the mother of my mother's mother. I never met this Emma either, but I know the women she helped raise and they are all amazing. My mother told me that ever since she was a girl, she knew that she wanted to name her daughter "Emma". I'm glad I get to be Emma! My Mom would show this little ring to me every few years when I was little and I just remember counting down the years until I could wear it. I love wearing that ring and the reminder it brings that I carry on a name that belonged to lovely ladies.

Ms. Emma


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