About James Windross by Charles Prigmore

James Windross was Bertha's father, he was a good Christian gentleman, he believed in truth and honesty, he was a great man to study the scriptures. Sometimes in an evening we would read the bible and comment on what we had read. Sometimes Bertha (your mother) would play the piano and we would sing hymns. It was something like Home Evening. He was a writer for what was known as the Factory Times that was in Lancashire, and the pieces he used to put in the paper, he made lot of enemies because he believed in the right. Your Mother told me at one time there was a man very faithful at his job who was getting starvation wages, he felt so badly the way the factory had treated him with the hard work and low wages that he felt so sorry for him, he (Grandpa Windross) just broke down and cried. And this man had a large family. Well when the writeup was put in the Factory Times, it did not please the bosses too much. That caused a rumpuss, but Grandpa did not mind for he believed in fighting for the poor, helpless man who was being took advantage of. The last I see of him, Grandpa Windross, he had come with me from Sheffield to see me off on the ship, Zeeland. I shall never forget it, when I had to say good bye to go on the ship, he said, "Goodbye, trust in the Lord, and don't forget your prayers." And he tied his handkerchief on his cane and waved it as long as he could see. And I never shall forget his answer to my letter when I told him we were baptized into the church. His answer back: "Now you have joined the LDS Church is a sign you believe in it, so now, work for it, live for it and if needs be, die for it, and May God Bless you, love your father, James Windross. The temple work has been done for him. I am sure he is now rejoicing.

The above story was handwritten by Charles Prigmore for his children. At times I had a hard time deciphering the writing. I tried to keep it as close as possible to the way he wrote it. I have looked through Grandpa Prigmore's album dozens of times but I don't recall taking the time to read the note containing the above remembrance. I can just visualize Great Grandpa Windross tying the handkerchief to his cane and waving it.