Memories of Ida C. Johnson Fechser
Written by Ina Fechser
March 28, 1983
Moroni, Utah 84646 and
1590 Broadway, Apt 347 E
San Francisco, California 94109
Ida
Christina Johnson Fechser was born in Risor, Norway, 13th of August,
1846. She was the second child in the
family. Her brother, John, being two
years older. Her
father, Christopher Johnson, was a sea captain.
I believe, from what I’ve heard, that he was a jolly, happy man. He loved to sing and he wrote poetry. He loved his family. His
wife, Maren Evensen, was a small, thin lady – kindly and hospitable – an
industrious and good homemaker who also loved her family, husband and children
dearly. Both
Christine and Chrisopher had many friends in Risor. They were sociable people. I discovered that the Farnsworth who invented
television, came from the Evensen line.
A Mrs. Romney – also of that line, has the record – also children of
Maren and Christopher have some records, especially the children of John C.
Johnson and Emma Mortensen (who came to Ephraim, UT). Some of his children are….(to be completed at a later date)
Ida was
happy in her Norwegian home – it was pleasant and comfortable – flowers, garden
– I picture a low picket fence. The
mountains, sky – and the beauties of nature were part of her life – she liked to
sing and dance and play with friends as young folks do. She was happy helping her mother with home
duties. School and church were where she
met friends and was happy.
When she
was about 15, and her father was away at sea, as were male relatives and
neighbors of her father, two Mormon missionaries came to the town of
Risor. Some of the wives of the absent
seamen were converted, including Ida and her mother, and believed the gospel
message the missionaries brought. But
before Ida’s mother could tell her husband about it, news reached him and the
other seamen of the town.
Christopher
Johnson and his Risor seamen friends were very angry, and threatened to
horsewhip the missionaries out of town.
Prayerful wives pleaded with their husbands, saying, “Please don’t do
these violent things until you have heard what the missionaries have to
say. They are speaking tonight at the
church.”
Christopher
Johnson with his whip in hand agreed to go to the church with his wife and then
whip the missionaries out of town. At
the church, and listening to the Elder’s message, Christopher Johnson was
converted as were some of his friends.
Since it
was a time of the gathering of the Saints to Zion, “Israel, Isarel, God is
Calling,” Maren, Christopher, son John, daughter Ida, and the younger children
(Even, Christopher Martin, Henry, Inger Elizabeth and almost year old Abraham)
resolved to go to Utah. Descendents of
these children have records of the doings of Christopher and Maren. Christopher
sold his home and possessions, left the life at sea that he loved, and all left
the country they loved and started out for Utah, 12th of June, 1863.
Ida was
16 years old, not tall, a bit on the chubby side, not fat. Her hair was brown. Her
happy disposition was her great asset.
She knew she was loved by her parents and brothers and sisters. Her father, while at sea, had written a
beautiful poem for her at the time of her birth. John was
a quiet, kindly brother.
Plans
were made to cross the plains to Utah by ox team. The hardships of pioneers crossing the plains
were her mother’s and father’s, but for Ida – she had a gay time. She was young, and besides, a very likable,
good-looking young man had been sent by Brigham Young to guide the immigrants
across the plains to Utah. So a great
deal of the time she got to ride in the lead wagon with the guide. They sang, laughed as they rode and joined
with the others in the evening relaxation activities – songs, dances,
prayers. Comforting the sorrowing –
joyfully looking forward to getting to Utah.
In other words, Ida and the splendid young man fell in love and hoped to
marry. However,
when the party reached Salt Lake, the Johnson family was directed to Mt.
Pleasant, Utah and the young man sent back East to guide another party of
Saints to Utah. Their goodbye was not
sad, however, as they again spoke of their love for each other. They were young and would reunite when duties
at had were taken care of.
All of
Christopher’s money had been spent in getting the family to Utah. Also, no houses were available in Mt.
Pleasant, so they had to camp for awhile in sort of a dugout. Later they got a better home and later a
place almost as cozy as the one they had left in Norway. But not
at first.
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| John F. Fechser Flour Mill |
One of the persons in Mt.
Pleasant who helped the family, perhaps with jobs, but especially with a cow
and flour and milk products, was a man about 40 years old, who was a flour
miller; a convert from Germany, John F.
Fechser. He was a jolly man and Christopher
liked him very much. John
Fredrick Fechser’s first wife had died while crossing the plains, also, a
daughter born in St. Louis. A young
child, a son, had died in Hamburg.
After
crossing the plains (1856) John F. Fechser had been asked to marry a widow,
Trine Amelia, (Danish) and in 1857 to another widow named Elizabeth, by whom he
had two children, Maria, who married a Hanson and Elizabeth who married Mr.
Staker. Fechser
also was asked to marry another widow, Benta, an older person. His life’s history he wrote himself - and we
have it.
John
Frederick Fechser was a friendly man, charitable and kindly. He was considered to be well off having been
the organizer of several flour mills built and running them. When the
church leaders of Mt. Pleasant asked him to marry another older widow to
support, he said,“No,” that if he married again he wanted to marry a young
woman. One he could be sealed to for the
eternities, not one already sealed.
Also, one by whom he could have children. He was very attracted to the young girl, Ida,
who came to the mill with her father.
And he asked Ida’s father for her hand.
Christopher
Johnson and family felt beholden to the man who had helped them in their
poverty. Besides, Christopher liked him
and felt that his daughter, Ida, would always be taken care of since Fechser
was considered a wee-to-do man. Ida did
not want to marry him. She was 16 or 17
years old, in love with another. J.F.
Fechser was above 40 years old, and already had several wives. In her heart she cried. Her
father requested that she marry Fechser, promising that she would grow to love
him and that the children she had would call her blessed and all would be an
honor to her. After
tears were shed and feeling great love for her parents, she obeyed her father
and said she would marry Fechser, which she did.
Having
been in the little town of Mt. Pleasant for some time, she later enjoyed the
trip to Salt Lake where she was to be married in the Endowment House. A young couple went with them in the
wagon. Mt. Pleasant is 125 miles from
Salt Lake. It was cold, winter, and they
snuggled together. The four people in
the horse drawn wagon box laughed and sang. The
bride of the young couple was a daughter of Trine, Fechser’s second wife. Ida enjoyed their company.
One day,
after her marriage, she was visiting her mother when the young guide, whom she
had met on the plains, came to visit her.
He had returned from his assignment of guiding a group of converts
safely across the plains and had hurried as soon as he could to Mt. Pleasant. When Ida
told of her marriage he threw up both of his hands in the air in consternation,
sorrow, surprise and grief. Ida never
forgot it and over and over in her old age told of that experience to her
grandchildren.
Ida had
twelve children. The first baby daughter
died about a day after birth. The second
child, a boy, Joseph, two years old, was drowned in a deep creek or river
called Pleasant Creek. The creek ran
behind an adobe house Fechser built, on the order of the Beehive House in Salt
Lake, that is it had a long porch and a long second story veranda. Two families could live in the house, but Ida
did not live there at first. She lived
in a pleasant house across the street from the flour mill, where her husband
worked. Back of both houses were large
orchards.
Outside of the death of
Joseph, life was pleasant for Ida. She
visited her older brother John, who had married and lived in Ephraim. She and he would dance around the kitchen
dining room table. John’s wife would
frown but that would not dampen Ida’s gay spirit. She was
proud of her other brothers and sisters, Evan, Christopher Martin and Henry,
who liked to travel but she often worried about him. Elizabeth, the beauty, slender, lovely dark
hair, white skin, beautiful eyes and beautiful disposition, although later
against her father’s wishes Elizabeth ran off to marry the man to whom she was
infatuated. She never spoke against him,
but she had a sad life and a sadness with two of her sons. However, she did not complain, no matter her
hardships. She was always the lovely
lady, taller than Ida, slender, queenly.
She loved her family, her husband and children. She wrote of some of her experiences in
Mexico and Arizona.
Abraham
Johnson was a brother of whom Ida was always proud. He also was tall, slender, very dark hair,
white porcelain skin, a handsome man. He
went on a mission to Norway. I have his
journal. He wrote many poems and loved
the Gospel. However, he married a girl
who thought she was “society.” Ida and
the other brothers and sisters she considered beneath her. She shook hands with friends by holding her
hand as high as her head, barely touching fingers. Abraham became a merchant and Mayor of Mt.
Pleasant.
Things
didn’t go well financially with Fechser - for this reason: The mills he built he did not see to it that
he got 51% of the shares – only 49%. He
felt safe because the shares he didn’t own were scattered among several small
shareholders – but an enterprising person can secretly buy up the shares and
become “Boss of the Mill” – that is what happened, so Fechser lost the mill –
also with each wife sharing equally – Trine, Benta with no children, Elizabeth
with 2, but Ida with 12 – the sharing equally didn’t leave much for Ida. She moved to the house with the “long porch”
and had a garden.
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| Fred Fechser |
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| James Fechser |
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| Sarah Fechser. |
Her sons
worked. Hy wanted to travel (he has
written his history.) Fred was
able to go to school – his mother scraped up the money – mortgaged some land
and did all she could to help him stay in school until he finished. Business was his area of study. James
learned the milling trade and was able to earn. Sarah,
the oldest daughter, married young and lived in Murray, Utah – almost like a
widow since her husband was a polygamist – but for many years she was a
widow. Two sons – Leo and Fred Jenson –
daughter, Anna Healy.
Elizabeth
at age 16 did not like wearing homemade or made over clothes, while some in her
class (girls) at school wore fancy clothes, and looked down on those whose
parents were not as well of as theirs – She, Elizabeth, wanted to get away from
Mt. Pleasant and begged her mother to let her go to Murray to visit her sister
Sarah Jenson – finally Ida- her mother, gave consent.
It was a
thrill for Elizabeth to ride on the train they had watched so often come into
the depot and then puff away into the lovely unknown. Now she didn’t get off at Murray, as she was
supposed to, instead she went right on into Salt Lake and arrived about
sunset. Salt Lake was the big city of
the West. Aunt
Elizabeth was a very pretty girl. She
had big beautiful eyes – lots of lovely black hair and skin like her Uncle
Abraham’s. She wore a sailor hat with
streamers down the back. She walked the
few blocks from the D&R Railway station to the Salt Lake Main Street –
There she asked a policeman where she could get a job. The policeman told her it was too late to get
a job that day – but in kindness he got a hotel room for her and said he would
help her next morning. Which he
did next day by bringing her the newspaper want ads. And perhaps giving her some money for street
car fair.
She stood on the corner of
Second South and Main wondering how to get to the first address. She noticed a very nice, kindly looking man
and asked him which street car she should take to get to the address. He said,
“are you looking for work?” She nodded
and he said his wife needed some help in their home and took her to their home
on 13th East. He was Mr.
McDonald of McDonald Candy Company.
Elizabeth was glad for the job but did
not like the wife because of her disregard for Elizabeth’s fear of the
dog. So after a few weeks and some new
clothes – she stuffed her old clothes in a culvert of the ditch and on her way
off too French leave – she had many experiences in Salt Lake but was always
safe. She attributed her safety to her
mother’s prayers.
Ida always prayed
night and morning – kneeling by the side of her bed. It is one of the sweet memories I have of my
grandmother – her earnest prayers – night an morning – her faith and trust in
the Lord. She was anxious about her
daughter in Salt Lake. Elizabeth came
home often – and of course, showed off her beautiful clothes to envious
classmates. Daughters Ida and Josephine
were more content in Mt. Pleasant. They married brothers – Frank and Henry Carlston.
Daughter
Rozina was very industrious – she liked to visit. As a child she would go to the store – owned
by her Uncle Abraham – he would give her candy – sometimes Ida’s daughters
would help his wife with the washing and housework. She would give the girls 25cents for a hard
day’s work and not say thank you.
But,
their Uncle Abraham was kindly and they were proud when he was elected Mayor.
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| Rosina Fechser Madsen |
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| Rozina Fechser Madsen |
Rozina
sometimes visited Trina and Benta – Her father’s other wives – she would help
them or bring them fresh vegetables from her mother, Ida’s , garden. The boy’s, James (my father) Hy and Fred
would often, at their father’s request, bring hay or flour to the wives – since
the reason their father had married them was to give them support. I think it was Trine who was always glad to
see Rozina – and asked her to come and live her but to get her mother’s
permission. Rozina one day asked her
mother if she could stay with Trine.
Ida, thinking she meant just to stay overnight, said yes. But Rozina made her home at “Tante Trine’s”
until she married Andrew Madsen. In a
way this grieved Ida because Trine could give Rozina so many things her mother,
Ida, could not. Trine was a good second
mother – she taught Rozina to sew – embroider, crochet – cook – play the piano
- encouraged her to sing in the choir and helped her in so many ways that Ida
did not have the time to do. Rozina
always loved her mother – visited her often and in Ida’s old age helped greatly
in caring for her – indeed, it was at Rozina F. Madsen’s home that Ida
died. The Madsen children heard many
times of the stories of Ida’s trip across the plains.
Mary was
Ida’s happy daughter. She was not
so beautiful as Elizabeth. Her
complexion was more like her mother’s rather ruddy – she was taller than her
mother – not fat, nor slender like Ida’s sister Elizabeth. She had
such a cheery disposition, loved to sing and laugh. Had no complaints about her circumstances. She went
at an early age to help cook in the lumbar camps. There she met men – all liked her and
respected her. One she especially liked
was Angelo Christensen. A silent man who
came to Ida’s home to court her daughter Mary.
But he would sit silent – listen to the conversation around him – enjoy
the singing if there were any. Ida had
no piano as did Trine – nor organ as did her husband’s second wife
Elizabeth. She was a trifle envious of
that organ – and of things Elizabeth’s two girls could have that hers could not
– but she didn't let it spoil her own
happiness.
Ida took
joy in her sons and daughters. She made delicious soup – bread – and cooked good and delicious meals for her family –
and would smile at Mary’s beau who often stayed late sitting quietly in the
kitchen where the activity was (guitar – harmonica – singing – laughter – and
converstation.) And when it came time to
go, picking up his hat but barely saying good night.
He
married Aunt Mary and they had a large family.
But during the First World War – about 1918, a terrible epidemic flu
came and many died including Aunt Mary.
Grandma Ida was the one who nursed Mary and others during that dreadful
flu time, but she herself never got the illness.
Aunt
Rozina took Mary’s oldest son, Theodore into her home. Bernice went to her Grandmother Christensen.
Maiben to us, the James Fechser family.
Kenneth and baby Ralph to a childless Uncle and Aunt. Evan to his father’s brother’s home. Irene to her father’s sister Daisy’s home,
Earl to Aunt Ella.
Ella was
the last child born to John and Ida.
Ella enjoyed home, and was a child walking in the hills – taking a hike
to the nearby town of Fairview to see her married sister Mrs. Ida Carlston – It
was a long walk. Once she had a ride to
Fairview – otherwise Ella, like her mother, rarely left Mt. Pleasant. On rare occasions Ida got to the Manti Temple
– and Ephraim (Brother) and to Moroni to see her son, James. In later life she had occasional trips to
Provo to see her son Fred – or Salt Lake to see daughter Elizabeth.
Ella was
very shy. She didn't sing in the church
choir as other of her brothers and sisters had.
When all of her brothers and sisters were married and Ella was home
alone with her mother, she didn't have any beaus – maybe because she was so
quiet in crowds – not an exceptional beauty – but no disfigurements – just a
normal pretty girl. She was pleasant but
quite fearful. She attended church regularly and one very nice young man – I think he had been on a mission –
anyway, he was very religious – his folks well off if one considers good land
as wealth – He too was a bit quiet – not one of the dashing extroverts – He
courted Ella and in time they were married, which left Ida alone in one part of
the long porch adobe house.
Ella
married Andrew Sorensen. For many years
they had no children. They were thinking
of adopting when a beautiful baby girl was left at their doorstep. The daughter of Jim Lund (Ft. Green) whose
wife had died in bearing the child, later named Lavon. Lavon was beautiful, tall, blond, but very
wild. A year after getting Lavon, Ella
and Andrew had a child of their own.
Andrea, a lovely, sweet, religious child, but then Andrew died leaving
Ella a widow with Lavon, Andrea and Earl (Mary’s son) to care for. At age 17 Andrea died. Lavon married and had several children but
died of cancer at Ella’s home in Mt. Pleasant and was buried in Manti. Earl helped with the farm then left for
Nevada. Ella at this writing is 96 years
old (in a rest home. I will write her story later.)
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I have
not mentioned Katherine – Katherine was a young single LDS woman, who came from
Switzerland with one child. She was in
hopes she would find an LDS husband in Utah.
At the church socials she grew to like John Frederick Fechser – although
he was married to my grandmother and had other wives, she pursued him.
He had nothing against her except he didn't like her and also did not
want to marry any other woman. He
refused her attentions. One day she came
to my grandmother Ida’s home and told, in her tears – her problem and wish to
marry “Fechser.” Ida put her arm around
Katherine and said – after Katherine had said “Fechser will not me gifta
(marry.)” “Now, now,” Ida comforted – “Don’t cry – I’ll ask him to
marry you,” which she did and he grudgingly consented. Building for her a lumber addition on the East
end of the big adobe house. She was
happy there. She never bothered Ida –
Ida had such a happy peaceful disposition that few things irritated her, but
when something did irritate her, she did not bury her hostility but let it be
know what bothered her – thus, freeing her from long resentments and bitterness
of any kind.
Katherine
was always good to us when we visited Mt. Pleasant. She gave us cookies and was kind. Otherwise we might have called her an old witch
because she was slender and looked like pictures in our school books of
witches, except her nose was just a natural o.k. size. None that one would not notice – it was
mostly her age and slenderness and perhaps dark clothes that might have
suggested a witch. We liked her – and
she like us. I went to her funeral years
after Grandpa Fechser died. It was
amazing to learn how much Temple work and Genealogy she had done. Her child had grown up and married, so
Katherine instead of going to social clubs or doing a lot of visiting had used
her time and energy in getting a lot of Temple work done for her dead
ancestors.
As far as I know, there was
never any trouble between her and my grandmother. Ida knew that “Fechser’s” affections were
with her – not Katherine. In fact, he
expressed the wish that Katherine, when she died, should not be buried on his
lot, but rather with her folks. This was
not done, however, she was buried on the J. F. Fechser cemetery lot just at the
head of his grave. It was her grow up
child who did this – some of that family were friends but some in later life
did my father “dirt,” so we have not been closely associated with them. You wonder what “dirt?” Well, in my father’s just past middle age –
say around 65 or 8 – he was able to get 49% of the flour mill his father had
built. The other 51%, scattered share
holders. It was Katherine’s child’s
family that put my father out of the mill. Secretly getting 51%, in control of
themselves or friends and then physically ousting my father. This indignity was the hardest personal thing
my father had endured from others. He
was never well after that. People had
always liked my father – he had the jolly spirit of his father John Frederick
and the natural friendship of his mother Ida.
He and all of Ida’s children were good to Katherine. She did not expect affection from
Fechser. Just support and Katherine was
happy. We always put flowers on her
grave.
After
her husband died, Ida spent her time as she had done before – housekeeping – gardening. Her family visited her often. Grandchildren – our cousins, my sisters and I
– would run up and down the long porch – or go up stairs and run along the
outside veranda there. Or we would go
into the big orchard at the back of the house – across the bridge from house to
orchard over the very deep Pleasant Creek – the one where little Joseph had
been drowned – we didn't think of that but our Grandmother Ida kept an eye on
us as we danced across that bridge.
It was
after Grandpa’s death that a big flood came one time and that deep creek
overflowed. Grandma was trapped. The big Cottonwood trees right close to the
front porch swayed, and some broke.
Great logs and rocks came down from the mountains in the flood making it
impossible to leave the house in front.
The back of the house was on the edge of the overflowing creek. Grandma trusted in her Heavenly Father and
knew she would be alright. Whatever
would happen to her would be God’s will and so for the best. She took every precaution, however, and in
time was rescued. All the debris cleared
away and things went on as usual.
In later years – the time of the great
depression in 1930, Roosevelt sent C.C. young men to Utah. They lined the deep creek with rocks – where
the river was shallow or might block the flow of water, it was made deep, also
since that time, Mt. Pleasant has never had a disastrous flood.
Exciting
times for us was when all Grandma’s children were together in buying her silk
for a new black silk dress. How proud
she was of that dress. Wearing it only
on Sundays and special occasions - never
in the kitchen. The dress lasted for
years even until the day she died. It
must have been taffeta – anyway it was a strong silk that rustled. Of course, underneath, she wore several petticoats. It seems
I heard them talking one day about a lady friend of theirs who couldn't travel
with much luggage, so she wore her thirteen petticoats under her dress.
The days
(usually Sunday) that we came to visit her, she made delicious soup. The women
folk of the family would gather in the big kitchen to help. I was pleased when they sometimes allowed me
to cut the tiny, fine noodles – then spread them on the bread board to dry
before putting them in the soup. I
believe my mother learned to make Danish dumplings from my Norwegian
grandmother – Ah! How delicious!!
A way my
mother had to teach me about the facts of life and what to expect at about age
14 – was to let me overhear conversations with her sisters-in-law in
Grandmother Fechser’s kitchen. Later in
life, I realized that these conversations were planned for my ears and that my
mother watched (without my knowing it) to see if I was listening. Those days at Grandma Fechser’s were happy
days – going to the orchard eating apples one cannot buy today; one variety was
called Sweet Bough, and looking at a picture Bible on a scroll that one turned
like a movie.
Later
when Grandma got to be 80 – the house was sold to Jim Staker – a son-in-law of
J.F. Fechser’s wife Elizabeth. My
father bought the orchard, but later rented it to a farmer who cut down the
trees and planted alfalfa. Later, after
my father died, the place was sold to the Whitmans, who later sold it to some
people for a trailer court. The adobe
house was torn down.
Ida was
promised good health and she had it all her life – never needing a doctor –
when her babies were born, a midwife came.
Although her health was good – in her very last years, she couldn't remember too well – that is why she lived those last years visiting her
children. We were always glad when she
came to our house. She
would sit by the dining room window in the big chair and crochet – mostly
doilies. Then is when she would tell us
about crossing the plains and her lover from Ephraim – also she would sing
church songs. She was happy, contented –
peace in her heart. Her bedtime prayers
I will always remember. Often I slept
with her – if my feet were cold, she wouldn't say “keep away from me,” instead
she would say “put your feet on my warm feet and legs.”
At
mealtime, especially when we ate in the kitchen (at Moroni), she would say she couldn't eat all she had on her plate, “do you have a cat? Kitty, kitty…” and she would hold a piece of
meat under the table hoping the cat would come and get it. We always kept the cat outside – so later she
fed the cat.
She was
fearless in helping the sick – not thinking of herself or her own comfort at
all.
Although
she visited in Salt Lake and Provo – she spent most of her time with Aunt Ella
and Aunt Rozina. But mostly with Aunt Rozina. Ida’s sons tried to help Aunt Ella and Aunt
Rozina a bit with finances – but the great care was given Aunt Rozina, Rozina’s
daughters – Alpha, Marjorie, Jessie and Viola were especially helpful, willing
and uncomplaining. Theodore,
I think, was away. Evan, perhaps at
school – but all, including Howard Madsen and their father Andrew were kind and
good. No one could have been better –
yet Aunt Rozina’s house was very small and I’m sure the children had to make a
lot of adjustments to accommodate one more person in that tiny home.
I will always remember the love that was in
that home. No place would I rather visit
than my relatives, dear aunts, uncles, cousins – little did we realize when we
came as a family of five to visit, the sacrifice the Madsen family made in
order to serve us delicious meals. But
even to this day, neither they nor Aunt Elizabeth (Lizzie) or Uncle Fred or our
relatives complained of our visits, even if some of them gave us their beds and
they slept on the floor.
Aunt
Rozina had an organ. All her children
were musical.
In
regards to polygamy, the only thing I ever heard resented somewhat by Ida
Fechser or perhaps her family was that one of the wives could have an organ
while they (because of so many children) could not. We always
felt, and so did Ida, that Grandpa Fechser loved her most, but the children
would often laugh and say their father was a diplomat. He would
walk from a church social with a wife on either side of him. He would put one arm around one and another
arm around the other, and give each a squeeze and each thought he gave her the
squeeze only.
Also,
when courting Ida in those early days, if a lady came to the mill with her
husband – or a young lady with her father – if she had a dark dress – (without
her knowing it, he would put his hand lightly at the back of her dress by her
shoulders) and then her friends would laugh and say “Ah! You've been kissing
the Miller.”
She
grieved at the death of her first two children, but knew that they were with
God – and instead of letting it embitter her life, she kept busy with the work
of her household and as other children came, took joy in them – no death except
her husband and later daughter, Mary, took place in the family. No other great sorrows.
She was proud of her family. They did honor and love her.
She was
ill only one night, a great pain in her stomach – before the doctor could come,
she died. Since –
all her life she had had no great physical pain, I've decided that before going
to the “other side,” the experience of earthly bodily pain was needed, so in
those last moments she did experience that. She was
at Aunt Rozina’s home. Ida was 84 years
old. Ready to meet her Savior, whom she
loved and sang about. I’m sure
she was welcomed in Heaven by her Mother, Father, Husband and the Angels in
Heaven and how glad I will be to see her again someday.
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