Quiet Reflections is a 1996 rendering by Brigham City artist Ned Young of Emilia & Franklin Welling's Brigham City Home located at 94N 100W.

Mr. Young's depiction of the bucolic setting, including what appears to be a duck pond, is a good example of the artist's style.  Truth be told, my grandparents home is located on a corner lot with n 100 w fronting the home, and W 100 N running along the homes north side -- the viewpoint Mr. Young depicted in his Quiet Reflections.

L:ike many in Brigham, Emilia and Franklin Welling were not financially wealthy.  With their daughter Mary, and sons David, Ralph, Max and Grant, Emilia and Franklin began construction on their new home, discovering more than a few roadblocks in their path.  Weather and finances were two major hurdles to address and overcome.  A strong, stalwart person, the construction process was challenging Emilia's determiniation.  She turned to the bishop of her ward to seek his council, citing she and Franklin were out of money, and the sidewalls of the new home were not yet complete, let alone the home having a roof.  Her bishop told her not to worry, the Lord would provide, even if only by one brick on the course at a time.  Heartened by the bishop's wisdom, Emilia and Franklin did complete construction on their home, quickly filing it with their five children.

Emilia and Franklin's home stands to this day.

This is a print of a painting by Brigham City Artist Ned Young.  The house was once owned by my grandmother, Emelia Maria Madsen Welling and was built by her parents.  It still sits on 1st north and 2nd west in Brigham City, Utah.  My mom, dad, siblings and cousins spent many happy visits there when I was a child.  There was never a pond, nor ducks, but there was a ditch that ran parallel to the road where we would "fish" with "poles" of sticks and strings and safety pins.  The long grass on the edges of the ditch would grab our "hooks" and we would be sure we had a fish!  Grandma Welling often sat outside in a metal lawn chair and knit or crochetted.  Her sister, my aunt Connie Peters, lived in the apartment that faced west.  Between the two of them, they were great fun and lots of unconditional love.

Marcy Bradshaw
October, 2008