One Winter Quarters woman, probably a Mormon Battalion
 "widow", noted in her journal on Saturday, May 1, 1847:
 "The weather windy washed and scoured all the tin
ware knives &c also the sherts & boxes shelves &
the floor. got all things fixt in order. I put on a
clean dress & sat down, and our little house seemed to me
almost like a palace. I rejoiced to think that after
passing through such a dreary Winter living in a Tent, and
wandering from house to house to keep from perishing with
the cold, suffering almost every inconvenience and often
very unpleasant feelings I had once more a place I could
 call my home. after this I took a walk to Bro Grows who
 lived but a little distance from us. took supper and
spent the eve knitting Bro & Sister G accompanied me home. found the folks in bed. I bowed and thanked.