She was born May 26, 1816 in Windham Co., Vermont and outlived her husband nearly thirty-eight years, dying in Saratoga Springs, N.Y., Oct 26, 1902, in her 87th year. She was more than an ordinarily capable woman, level-headed and energetic always. She was a capital hand at rehearsing stories of pioneer life. It was a good as a novel to hear her relate, when the western fever attacked her husband, how in 1837 they made the overland trip from N. Y. to Norther Indiana, with some other families. They were seven weeks on the road. There were twenty-six in the company, three of them babes under three months old. On the way, sixteen of the twenty-six came down with the measles, to say nothing of a score of other haps and ills.

A log house was hastily built in the deep woods. Here this girlish wife watched over the brood of six little ones, and quaked in her shoes each time an Indian showed his face. One time Schomack, the old Pottowatamie Chief, grunted and patted Mis. Julia on the shoulder, patronizingly complimenting her to her husband by repeating, "Nice squaw! Nice squaw!

Once when Eben - the name her husband usually was called - was away from home, six Indians stalked into the house. They helped themselves to the bread in the bake-oven, and as they were not given anything else one of them shook his fist in the young wife's face. She expected to be killed, but he made signs they would leave if she would give them what they took to be a dried venison. She gave it to them. The first to taste it made a horrible face, while the others burst forth into derisive hoots. The supposed venison was dried beef's gall, about the bitterest thing on the face of the earth.

Written by Lora S. La Mance - "The Greene Family and Its Branches"