From the Life Story of Louise Frederica Jensen written by herself:

My mother was Christine Jensen and father was Henry Jensen. Both of my parents were born in Denmark and there, first heard the Gospel of Jesus Christ. My mother was baptized when she was ten years old. I remember her telling of her baptism; it was in the month of February and they had to break the ice to perform this ordinance. I also remember hearing her tell how her parents would hide the missionaries because of the prejudice in that country at the time of their conversion and how many times they as children would go to bed hungry so the missionaries could have food to eat.

I was born in Weston, Franklin, Idaho on December 8, 1892. I was the eighth of fifteen children born to Henry and Christine Jensen. We were all born in a three room log house on the old homestead near Weston, Idaho. We were quite poor as would be the case with a family of our size. We all attended the grade school which was about two miles from our home. We always had to walk to school because there was no other transportation. As children we used to help in whatever way we could to help support the family. Many times Fred, Ben, and I would be sent down with a team and buggy to the railroad track to pick up coal that had dropped off. When they would see us walking along the tracks, many times the brakeman would throw off coal to us. I can also remember picking the wool off fences and bringing it home to Mother and she would wash and card it and use it for quilts.

I was only able to complete the eight grades of school because of the circumstances of my family; I did enjoy history and spelling and excelled in these subjects.

I met Jack Gannon, he was employed by the Sugar Company. We kept company for about a year and a half before we decided to be married. We were married in Logan, Utah, on October 26, 1915. Our first home was in Logan where he worked. We moved around quite a bit the first year or two of our marriage. From Logan we moved to King Hill. From there to Logan again and then to Cornish, Utah. We were living in Cornish when the Amalgamated Sugar Company sent him to Worland, Wyoming. He had been there only two months when I received word that he was seriously ill with the flu; he died December 2, 1918.

I took up nursing and was busy most of the time. I delivered one baby and took care of Typhoid patients and several other illnesses. Luther came and wanted me to keep house for him; I worked there for a couple of months. Then we began to think a lot of each other. My children needed a Father and his children needed a Mother. We married March 16, 1921 in the Logan Temple. Luther had five children by his first wife. I had two by my first marriage. Then we were blessed with five more wonderful children. We moved to Nyssa, Oregon. In the spring of 1955 we were going to Logan to work in the Temple; we had a bad car accident. Luther was badly injured. Then he took a bad stroke and passed away September 6, 1962.

Now I spend a lot of time working in Genealogy research work. We have fifty grandchildren and forty-seven great grandchildren and I love them all.