(Written September 1958 by a great granddaughter, Sylvia Ravsten Toolson. Information for this sketch was obtained from Josephine C. Ravsten and Hannah Christensen, who were both daughters of Trein, and from research records in Denmark which were obtained by Joseph G. Nelson.) Trein Bendtsen was born November 14, 1836, at Taarnby, Copenhagen, Denmark, a daughter of Bendt Nielsen and Ane Swendsen. Her father, Bendt Nielsen, was born August 6, 1802, at Taarnby, Copenhagen, Denmark, a son of Niels Bendtsen and Marchen Mogensen. Her mother, Ane Swendsen, was born January 8, 1801, at Taarnby, Copenhagen, Denmark, a daughter of Svend and Elm Tonnesen. Trein was the fifth child in a family of seven children. Her brothers and sisters were: Sven born 14 Nov 1826; Tonnes born 16 Sep 1828; Niels born 26 Feb 1831; Marchen born 19 Jan 1833; Emma born 20 Nov 1838; Peder born 22 Oct 1842. The children were all born at Taarnby, Copenhagen, Denmark. Grandmother lived in Tammerupe, where she met grandfather, but later she moved to Sundby Vester. She joined the church five years before grandfather. She loved to talk about eh Gospel, was a good housekeeper and very sensitive and spiritual minded. She was a teacher in one of the first Relief Society organizations in Copenhagen, Denmark. After they joined the church, the missionaries held meetings at their home and also prayer meetings every second Tuesday. She was the mother of nine children: Hannah Margresha born 23 Oct 1857; Martha born 12 Jan 1861; Emma born 6 Jan 1864; James born 11 Jul 1866 Joseph George born 14 Feb 1869; Petrea Willardine (Thea) born 17 Mar 1872; Eliza Brighamine born 9 Feb 1875; Josephine Hansine born 7 Jul 1877; One son died in infancy She also reared her granddaughter, Clara Emelia Christensen. The following information was recorded by Hannah Christensen: Father was born on the Island of Fyen, some distance from mother's birth place, but during the wars with Denmark and Germany in that part of the country, he met and married mother. Mother was born in a little place called Timmerupe. Here the people all made their living at farming and market gardening. I remember the little straw thatched house with its garden of vegetables and flowers, especially the bed of sweet smelling pinks. Mother used to pick them every day and sell them in the city. I think all of grandmother's family was born and raised in that little home and then father and mother began their married life there and their four oldest children were born there. Father was a house carpenter by trade and did work for the farmers, as he had no farm and they couldn't go and take up land as they can in this country. The land was all claimed and cultivated. Mother was of a very religious mind, and I think she was converted to Mormonism many years before she had the privilege of joining the church. Her oldest sister embraced the Gospel and emigrated to Utah when I was about two years old. But father could not see as she did about the Gospel. Time went on and it seems that father had a dream that convinced him of the truth and he was ready and willing to be baptized. I think Emma as born about that time, as I remember them telling how they decided to have her sprinkled as was their custom of baptizing little children. They were afraid that people would talk and ridicule them, so they got ready to take her and the night before the sprinkling was to take place, mother was very ill with inflammatory rheumatism and could not leave her bed. Father tried to get some other woman to take mother's place, but failing to do so, he declared she should never be sprinkled. Shortly afterwards, they joined the Latter-Day Saints Church and we were all "Blessed" according to church rules. How zealous our Saints were in those days! Our parents would walk eight to ten miles to a meeting and to Fast Meeting, walking those long trips without partaking of food until they got home. I have heard mother tell of a girl who lived with her making those trips without food and one night when retiring she knelt down to have her prayers and was so exhausted she fell asleep and rolled under the table where mother found her the next morning. The people where they lived were kind and thoughtful in time of need, but when it became known that they had joined the Mormons that all changed. They were almost shunned so as soon as they could dispose of their home, they moved to Sundly Vester, not far from Copenhagen, where they lived until they came to Utah and where the four youngest children were born.