I, Herman Frederik Ferdinant Thorup, was born in Denmark, Europe, on the small island called Christiansund on the 19th day of April in the year eighteen hundred and forty nine of our Lord
I was the oldest son of 8 children and was brought up in the same church of my parents, my parents being very religious seeking to do the best they knew how. In the year 1853 my parents joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and I at the age of 12 years, being in the month of August Eighteen hundred and sixty one of our Lord, was baptized for the remission of my sins, and at the age of seventeen was ordained a Deacon. In the year eighteen hundred and sixty seven in October I was ordained Elder and at the General Conference at Copenhagen called to go on a mission to the south part of Sjelland in the same Conference. I was then only eighteen years and 6 months old. In the latter part of the spring in eighteen hundred and sixty eight I was released for to go home to Zion with my parents. Being a large family, and no means, we were obliged to stop over in the state of Illinois and in the city of Chicago, where we made money so we could all go home to Utah. The Lord blessed us here, and we were protected from the evils and the sickness prevailing in that great and wicked city. In the month of August eighteen hundred and sixty nine we took our departure for Utah. We were sent by express to Omaha where we joined the Mormon emigrants. We were also the first who crossed the plains on the railroad. My parents settled in Provo, and after a few years I got acquainted with Sister Sophia Augusta Johnson of Denmark, and on the 28th day of May eighteen hundred & seventy two we received our endowment and were sealed to each other for time and all eternity. In the year of seventy four and in the month of April I took my family, wife and a daughter to Salt Lake City, where I had bought me another home. Several children was born--a son and two daughters, to me and my wife Sophie. In September seventy eight she took sick ten days after her confinement, and on the third day of October she past away, leaving me with 3 children, motherless. This was one of my hardest times that I have had in life and if I had had no knowledge of the gospel I should not have stood this trial. Many sorrowful days went, but the Lord gave me strength. And I was also blessed with visions and dreams. My child grew up and she was called after her mother, Sophie. A little over a year passed when I was called at the General Conference in October to take a mission to my native country. I left my house to my sister Laura who a short time previously was married to Brother Niels Rasmussen. She got my son Alberth, and my mother took my oldest daughter Marie Josephine. Sophie, I took myself to Sanpete to my wife's parents and so we were all separated.