Ralf, you did not read the reference I gave you from the “Historical Record” did you? The site you referenced is a site by Brain Hales, who ironically is a cousin of both mine and Magdalena’s, in that all three of us are related to the famous polygamous Edwin Whiting.
This is an account from Emily’s own words from her autobiography, taken from a Relief Society periodical. Your quote was from a TBM…that did not quote the full context of what she wrote in her autobiography. Brian is deceptive here, why? Becasue he knows TBM’s like you will just read what they need to read, and won’t test what he writes. Ralf, your were just deceived. If you allow me to take this further, these two young girls that Emma invited in here home, were having sex with Joseph without here knowledge…Emily admitted it under oath in theTemple lot hearings.
YOUNG, (Emily Dow Paktkidge,) daughter of Edward Partridge and Lydia Clisbee, was born in Painesville, Geauga (now Lake) Co., Ohio., Feb. 28, 1824. She wrote the following on her 63rd birthday, Feb. 28,1887, in Salt Lake City: "My parents joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints when I was about seven years old. Soon after my father removed with his family to Independence, Jackson Co., Missouri, where I was baptized by Elde'r John Corrill,when about eight years of age. I was with the Saints in their persecutions in Jackson, Clay and Caldwell Counties, Mo. After being driven from Far West, in 1839, we went to Illinois. We stayed a short time in Quincy and later in Pittstield, Pike Co., 111., and when Commerce, in Hancock County, was selected as a gathering place for the Saints, we removed thither and found temporary shelter in a tent. We suffered much with sickness at that then unhealthy place, and there also my father died, May 27, 1840. Our family were in the depths of poverty. My sister Eliza and I, having now arrived at an age in which we might earn our own living and perhaps contribute something to help our mother and the smaller children, were considering what we had better do, when the Prophet Joseph and his wife Emma offered us a home in their family, and they treated us with great kindness. We had been there about a year when the principle of plural marriage was made known to us, and I was married to Joseph Smith on the 4th of March, 1843, Elder Heber C Kimball performing the ceremony. My sister Eliza was also married to Joseph a few days later. This was done without the knowledge of Emma Smith. Two months afterwards she consented to give her husband two wives, provided he would give her the privilege of choosing them. She accordingly chose my sister Eliza and myself, and to save family trouble Brother Joseph thought it best to have another ceremony performed. Accordingly on the 11th of May, 1843, we were sealed to Joseph Smith a second time, in Emma's presence, she giving her free and full consent thereto. From that very hour, however, Emma was our bitter enemy. We remained in the family several months after this, but things went from bad to worse until we were obliged to leave the house and find another home. Emma desired us to leave the city, but after considering the matter over, we decided to remain with our friends. After the Prophet Joseph's death I was married to Pres. Brigham Young, according to the laws of proxy. I received my blessings in the Nauvoo Temple, and in 184C, in the middle of February, I left Nauvoo, crossing the Mississippi River, and was again a wanderer without home or shelter, with a wildernes full of Indians and wild beasts before me, and cruel and heartless beings behind me. The day after crossing the river I might have been seen sitting on a log in a blinding snow-storm, with a three-months-old babe in my arms. I will not attempt to describe my feelings at that time, but cold and hungry I surely was, and the prospect looked rather dismal. At this time I was almost 22 years old. My childhood had been spent amidst mobs and mobbings, until they almost seemed as a mattei of course, for this was the fourth time I had been driven by mobs. After a tedious journey of nearly three years, of which I spent one winter at Mount Pisgah, Iowa, and another at Winter Quarters, I arrived in the Great Salt Lake Valley in the fall of 1848. I have often seen the dark clouds gather over our people, and as many times have I witnessed the hand of God in dispelling dangers, and in sustaining and delivering the Saints, even in their darkest and most distressing hours. And although at this time (1887) the dark clouds are gathering over us once more, and our enemies are exerting their energies to the utmost for our destruction, yet I do know that the Lord is our God, and that he in his own time will deliver his people from the yoke of oppression and tyrrany. I do know that this is God's work, and that this Gospel is true; God will bear off His Kingdom, let what will oppose. I am the mothor of seven children, by President Young, two sons and five daughters. The eldest, a son, and the youngest, a daughter, are dead. The rest are married and have children of their own. My children's names are a follows: Edward P., Emily Augusta, Caroline, Joseph Don C. Meriam, Josephine and Lura. I have 27 grand children." (See her autobiography in the Woman'1 s Exponent, Vols. 13 and 14.)( Andrew Jenson Historical Record, page 240)