Sunday, May 31, 2015


Birth: September 10, 1913, Price, Carbon County, Utah, USA
Death: January 25, 2009, Holladay, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA

Marguerite Anderson Miller, age 95, passed away on January 25, 2009 at CareSource Hospice in Holladay, Utah. She resided at 1293 West Bluebird Street (3875 South) in the Redwood area of West Valley City, Utah at the time of her death.

Marguerite was born on September 10, 1913 in Price, Utah to Albert Anderson and Hannah Anderson.

She lived in Utah, Nevada, California, and Oregon. She married Harold William Miller on December 12, 1936. Their marriage was sealed (solemnized) in the Mesa Arizona Temple in 1940.

She was a faithful member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, served in many callings, especially with the youth, and had an incredible faith and trust in our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.

She was an awesome seamstress; she sewed dresses for her girls and suits for her boys. She loved making clothes. She worked at various jobs, but retired from ZCMI. She loved camping, making jewelry, her poodles, sewing, but most of all visiting and being with family and friends. She was an incredible mother to Ronald (Maria Luisa), Arnold (JoAnn), Michael (Sharon), Arlene Burg, Connie (John Woodruff).

She is survived by her children, 23 grandchildren, 46 great-grandchildren, and seven great-great-grandchildren and one sister, Fern. Preceded in death by her parents, husband, five brothers and three sisters.

Funeral Services will be held on Saturday, January 31, 2009 at 1:00 p.m. at the Jordan Meadows Ward Chapel, 1510 West Parliament Avenue, West Valley City, Utah. Friends may call on Friday, January 30, 2009 from 6-8 p.m. at Larkin Mortuary, 260 East South Temple Street, Salt Lake City and on Saturday one hour prior to the services at the Church. Interment will be at the Larkin Sunset Gardens Cemetery, 1950 East Dimple Dell Road (10600 South), Sandy, Utah.
Published in the Deseret News on 1/28/2009.
Burial: Larkin Sunset Gardens, Sandy, Salt Lake County
Utah, USA

Photo taken about the time she married Harold W. Miller


I have been asked to talk this evening about our pioneer heritage. I would like to start by telling you of a story about a trip I made with my parents when I was not quite six years old. We lived in what is known as Clear Creek. It is south of Schofield Lake. My parents took the family in a covered wagon over the mountain on a dirt road to Manti to go to the temple for their endowments. I was very young and do not remember too much about the trip. I do remember that the baptismal font was very big and that my sister just older than I was baptized.

I remember that on the way home, one of our horses stepped on a little dog we had with us. He had to be buried down off from the road.

I remember that my father gave a ride to a gypsy lady.

I am sure our trip in the covered wagon was a lot more pleasant than the ones my pioneer grandparents made.

I would like to tell you about my great great grandfather, Gardner Snow. He was a cousin to Erastus, Eliza R. and Lorenzo Snow. Archibald F. Bennett wrote the life story of Gardner Snow. It was still in manuscript form when he died. His wife, Mrs. Bennett, is also a great granddaughter of Gardner Snow. I have learned in the biography of Gardner Snow that I am also related to Brigham Young.

I would like to quote the first paragraph of the life of Gardner Snow by Archibald F. Bennett.

"Like Abraham of old, he early became a follower of righteousness and bore the priesthood of God to minister among his fellows. Like him, he left his homeland for a promised inheritance in the west. In every fiery test of faith he emerged triumphantly as did Abraham. He reared his household in faith."

My second great grandfather Gardner Snow was born February 15, 1793, in West Chesterfield, Chesire County, New Hampshire, the son of James Snow and Abigail Farr. He spent the first 25 years of his life in Chesterfield. Then in 1814, at the age of 21, he married Sara Sawyer Hastings. She was known as Sally.

West Chesterfield is located on the majestic Connecticut River. When West Chesterfield was first settled, the land was covered with forest trees of all kinds. Gardner and his companions gathered walnuts, chestnuts, and hickory nuts. They fished in the Connecticut River for salmon and chad, all of which were in abundance. They also hunted for deer and other wild meat. This provided their families with excellent food. They also had a real struggle with wild animals. The bears and wolves would come at night and eat their flocks.

Pioneer life was hard. It was a constant struggle against want, cold, and the wild animals. The pioneers learned to utilize their resources. They cleared the land of the trees. They burned the stumps, and from the ashes they made charcoal and potash. They made soap and other products which required containers to put them in. This resulted in a very important industry - coopering (one who makes barrels or makes or repairs wooden casks or tubs).

They didn't have many luxuries in this newly settled region due to their frugal manner of living. There was much sickness, fever, and contagious diseases. Many of the children died.

In spite of the hardships they had to endure, they were not without amusements. The men had their wrestling matches, and the women their husking and quilting bees. Dancing was one of their favorite social entertainments. They also attended church regularly.

The houses were built with long kitchens, which served as a reception room, workroom, and dance hall. There was a spinning wheel in one corner of the kitchen in almost every home.

A fiddler, no matter how poorly he played, was indispensable. When they held so-called kitchen dances, they sometimes had two or three fiddlers, who took turns playing. Sometimes they danced all night. It was customary for the young man to escort his lady friend to the dance riding behind him on a horse. It was considered extravagant to use two horses. It was at one of these kitchen balls that Gardner Snow met his future wife, Sarah Hastings. Their courtship was short. They were married in their crudely constructed church.

They lived in Chesterfield until their third son was born. In 1818 Gardner and his wife and children moved to St. Johnsbury, Vermont, where the rest of the Gardner family lived.

The homes there were very similar to those in Chesterfield. All of them had a deep-bellied fireplace with blazing logs over which swung the crane with a pendant with pots or pans and kettles. The fireplace was a cheerful place as they gathered around it in the evenings. The fire in the fireplace had to be kept going. If it went out, they had to go to the nearest neighbors to borrow coals, as they had no matches in those days. In the summer, however, they would build a fire in a hollow elm tree which would burn for weeks at a time. They knew that they could always get live coals from the hollow elm tree.

The Snows were an industrious family. As soon as the land was cleared of the trees, they raised their sheep for wool and raised their flax. The spinning wheels began to spin. All of their clothing was homespun.

In the fall of 1827 their oldest son, Jonathan, was 17, and Martha (my great grandmother), the youngest was 5. The boys were learning the cooper trade and farming. Then an event happened that changed the entire course of their lives.

The family of Winslow Farr, a cousin to Gardner's, lived about 30 miles from St. Johnsbury. He heard that there were Mormon missionaries preaching in that vicinity, and that they believed in the gift of healing and administration. Winslow's wife had been a helpless invalid for five years. The doctors had given her up. They were just waiting for her to die. She was only 35 years old. When Winslow heard of the healings by the Mormon missionaries, he sent his son, a mere lad, to find them and ask them to come and see if they could heal his wife. Their young son told his father the he didn't know what a Mormon preacher looked like. How was he to find them? "Go, my son, you will know them when you see them." And he did. He hadn't been gone long until he saw a man he thought could be a Mormon preacher. He very shyly walked up to the man and said, "Pardon me, sir, but are you one of those Mormon preachers?"

"I am," said Orson Pratt. "What may I do for you my young friend?" Then the boy told him his story and asked him if he would come to his home with him. Elder Pratt's companion, Lyman E. Johnson, was not with him at the time, so he went alone with the boy. When he got there he found the family and several curious neighbors waiting for him. He walked over to the bedside of the sick woman and said, "Do you believe in the Lord Jesus Christ?" She was too weak to answer him. But Elder Pratt perceived a slight nod of the head in the affirmative. Then he asked all in the room to kneel with him in prayer and unite their faith with his in her behalf. After the prayer Elder Pratt took the sick woman gently by the hand and smiled at her. Then he laid his hands upon her head and gave her a blessing, in which he promised her that she would have a complete recovery and live upon the earth as long as life was sweet to her. Her healing was instantaneous, and she lived to be almost a hundred. She outlived Elder Pratt.

Orson Pratt recorded in his journal that between May 14 and May 24, just ten days, they baptized the entire family of Winslow Farr, and also William and Zarubble Snow.

Winslow Far was a well-to-do farmer and was judge of the county court. For a prominent citizen like that to join the Mormon Church created quite a stir.

Among the eager listeners to Orson Pratt's teachings was a young boy just 14 years old, named Erastus Snow. He was a cousin to Gardner Snow. He writes in his journal that the Holy Ghost descended upon him while he was listening to Elder Pratt, and he would soften the hearts of his parents and permit him to join the Church. It was some time before they gave their permission for him to join the Mormon Church.

Elders Pratt and Johnson returned to Charleston. In the spring the prophet Joseph Smith had them return to St. Johnsbury. When they arrived there they found many more of the Snows and related families almost ready for baptism. Elder Pratt records in his journal that Gardner Snow as among the many they baptized on the eighteenth day of June, 1835. Gardner's wife Sarah joined the Church about a month later, and his son, James Chauncey, joined in October of that same year.

Erastus Snow relates in his journal of going to adjacent counties with Gardner to preach the Gospel. Erastus and James Chauncey were ordained priests about the same time. They were sent out together to teach the Gospel. They convinced many of the truthfulness of their message.

Probably Gardner didn't dream when he was giving his young cousin, Erastus, missionary lessons that he would some day become one of the leading missionaries in the Church and establish a mission in far off Scandinavia. Nor did he dream that Erastus would become one of the great apostles of the Church.

In 1836 Gardner and his family moved to Kirtland, Ohio, a distance of 700 miles. The first thing that caught their eyes when they arrived was the temple. They traveled to Kirtland in a large canvas-covered wagon. In Kirtland he was ordained a Seventy. On December 21 he received a patriarchal blessing from Joseph Smith, Sr. These significant words were used: "Thou shall have the power, like Abraham, to bless thy posterity. Be careful and God will make thee great and powerful on the earth. Thy live shall be lengthened out."

In 1837 he received his blessings in the Kirtland Temple along with the Seventies Quorum to which he belonged. With them he journeyed in the famous Kirtland Camp, nearly a thousand miles from Kirtland to Far West, Missouri. Deaths occurred all too frequently -- usually to children.

On October 2nd they reached Far West and were met by the First Presidency and other leading officials of the Church. Having traveled a long distance of 870 miles, the brethren provided for them like men of God. They were hungry, having eaten but little for several days.

From Far West they moved twenty-five miles to the north and settled at Adam-ondi-Ahman. It was a beautiful spot, but not long to be their resting place. Already mobs inflamed with hatred against the Mormons were gathering the great numbers and threatening them with destruction. The Saints were forbidden to leave town under the threat of death. They were shot at whenever they attempted to go in search of food. Some of the brethren perished from starvation. In dire straits, the Saints had to leave the place and abandon their homes. As they journed away, they were fired upon and threatened by the mob. Several of the brethren died and were buried without a coffin. It was in the midst of this impending peril at Adam-ondi-Ahman that the six week old baby son of Gardner died and was buried.

They arrived in Far West just in time to participate in all the outrageous mobbings and abuse of the inhabitants by the Army which carried their prophet and other leaders off as prisoners. After this the Saints were driven from Missouri by the exterminating order of Governor Boggs.

"In the winter of 1839 together with all the Saints I moved with my family to Illinois to escape the wrath of an ungodly mob," wrote Gardner. In Illinois they established a new home at a place known as Morley's Settlement, or Yelrome. On October 23, 1840, he was ordained a high priest by Hyrum Smith and was appointed bishop of the Lima Branch organized there.

Again in 1844 and 1845 mobs burst upon their quiet settlement and drove them from their homes, burning their houses and property. With the Saints, they were driven from Nauvoo and lived for a time in the vicinity of Council Bluffs, Iowa.

In the year 1850 Gardner crossed the plains to Utah. Joseph Young was president of the company, with Winslow Farr as captain of the first fifty. Gardner was captain of the second fifty.

Gardner Snow and his group settled at Manti, Utah, participating in all the hardships and exciting events of pioneer days there. In Manti, Sanpete County, he held a number of responsible civic and church positions. He was then ordained a patriarch.

By this time his sons and daughters had all married. His daughter Martha (my great grandmother) married John Edmiston who was from Pennsylvania, and settled in Utah.

John Edmiston (my great grandfather) helped to lay the first cornerstone of the Manti Temple where my parents received their endowments.

Gardner Snow's long and useful life closed November 17, 1889, at the age of nearly 97.

The blessing given by patriarch Joseph Smith, Sr., had been abundantly fulfilled. The blessings of Abraham were his. Like Abraham of old, he had proved faithful under all tests and trials. What a great and glorious heritage he has left me and my posterity.

When I think that some of my grandparents and great grandparents witnessed some of these marvelous manifestations, and labored as missionaries under the direction of the Prophet Joseph Smith, how could I ever doubt a testimony of the truthfulness of this Gospel. It was born and bred in me. I know this Church is true and I am thankful for the heritage my parents and grandparents have left me. I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Talk given by Marguerite Anderson Miller in a Sacrament Meeting in West Valley City, Utah, around 2007.

United States Social Security Death Index for Marguerite A Miller

First Name:Marguerite
Middle Name:A
Last Name:Miller
Name Suffix:
Birth Date:10 September 1913
Social Security Number:562-05-6553
Place of Issuance:California
Last Residence:Salt lake, Utah
Zip Code of Last Residence:84123
Death Date:25 January 2009
Estimated Age at Death:96
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Saturday, May 30, 2015


[Ancestral Link: Harold William Miller, son of Edward Emerson Miller.]

Ed and Ada celebrated their Golden Wedding 11 March 1945 at Lula's home in Oakland.

In the fall of 1934, Ed and Ada moved to Oakland, California. Work was still scarce, and Ed had a difficult time finding employment. For about six years in succession, he was the Santa Claus of choice for the H. C. Capwell Company in Oakland. Ed, always cheerful and personable, enjoyed children and always had a good story. He had a round and chubby build, and with his jovial personality, he was a natural Santa without need for any padding.

One of Ed's Salt Lake City streetcars in the early 1900s. Conductor Ed Miller stands to the left; his unidentified driver is to the right.

Edward Emerson Miller with wife Ada Marion Williams Miller, daughter Lula, and baby Verna in 1899.

EDWARD EMERSON MILLERMy biography written from memory. March 6, 1950.

I, Edward Emerson Miller, was born 10th of March, 1872, in Hooper, Weber County, Utah. My father's name was Leander Miller, born 14 February 1845, Bedford, Mercer County, Pennsylvania. My mother's name Ann Hull, born 25th January 1844, at Hancock, Virginia.

When I was two years and eight months old I remember when my brother Lee, younger than I, was born October 4th 1874 in Farmington, Davis County, Utah. That fall my parents moved to a sheep ranch west of Hooper, on the lake shore where my father took care of a herd of sheep. The next spring we moved to East Portage in Malad valley. Father worked there that summer, the most impressive thing to me was the Indians. They camped near the springs a short distance from our cabin and mother would bake biscuits and take down to the squaws for their papooses(also made taffy candy from sorghum molasses for them.) One day when Mother went visiting over to the Wells farm and took us boys with her, my elder brother and I skipped back home and when we got there the house was locked and we couldn't get in. As we were trying to get in two young buck Indians came along, got off their horses, tied them to a post and came after us swinging their tomahawks and chanting as they were scaring us as we ran around the house. My brother was five and I was three and a half years old. We left there that fall and moved back to Hooper for the winter, and Mother taught a small school in her home until spring when we moved to Mountain Green in Weber Canyon.

Father worked in the charcoal kilns burning charcoal for the smelters. Mountain Green was the first place that I attended Sunday School. During that summer the Indians were on the war path and they passed our place going to Wyoming, and Mother had to keep us in the house for fear of the Indians. In a few days we got word that they had massacred General Custer and five hundred men, June 25th 1876. Father worked there until fall saving enough money to send the Family back to his old home in Lancaster, Iowa, where his parents lived. His Father owned several farms and he rented one of them. It took us three days and nights on the train to make the journey from Utah to Iowa, after leaving Peterson, Utah, where we took the train. We were traveling very slowly up the canyon by Devils slide. There was a bunch of deer running up the mountain and the men were out on the platform shooting at them. When we got out on the prairie there were buffalo as far as the eye could see. There were 80 acres in the farm and Father planted it all in corn and buckwheat and raised hogs for market. We lived there for four years, and moved back to Hooper Utah, in May 1881. During this time when we lived in Hooper, we three boys learned to swim in the canal and run barefooted all summer and our feet were chapped and bleeding and Mother would rub them with salted butter to keep us from wading in the ditches of water. That fall Father sold his hay and two young fellows by the name of Smith Johnson and Will Arave came and made the bargain to take the crop, and while talking they had to roll a cigarette, the first cigarettes that I had seen. They were both Mormon boys of goodly parents.

In November we moved to Pleasant Green, West of Salt Lake City. We had a farm and a fine crop of potatoes all in bloom. One morning a horde of grasshoppers came down from the hillside and devoured our crop. I was ten years old at that time and I had to help fight grasshoppers to save the wheat which was almost ripe. When our crop was gone we moved to Salt Lake City. Father got a job driving Hack to and from the Depos. Mother and Father went through the Endowment House that spring in 1883, they had four living children at that time. Father had been sick for a long time with Typhoid Fever, and Mother made beaded collars and capes, also pieced quilt tops to keep the family until Father was able to work, and he got a job at Snell's lumber yard making window frames and worked there a few months until he rented a farm in Bluffdale South of the City. 1883 - during the summer 19 wards of Salt Lake City had a Sunday School Jubilee, all the children gathered at the Calders Farm in long wagons drawn by six horse teams. Each child was presented with a ticket of 20 numbers. Each number was worth 4 cents at the concessions--including candy, pop corn, soda pop, chewing gum, boat rides. Each child bought what he wanted. My two brothers and I were all dressed alike as Mother had made our suits all out of the same material, a pepper and salt grey mixture, so it was easy for us to spot one another in the multitude of children. In those days we had no ready made clothing and our Mother had to make our clothing as well as carding the wool and knitting the stockings.

We moved down on the farm in the fall of 1883. I was 11 years old and soon learned how to take care of the stock and milk cows, also my job to chop the wood and carry in enough for night as we had no coal at that time mostly oak and sage brush. The next summer Father and William Wallace Merrill bought a cane mill and went around the country making Sorgum Molasses as each Farmer raised enough sugar cane to make his own molasses, and they made it on shares.

We moved from this farm in the fall of 1886 to the Malad divide and Father filed on a home stead of 160 acres. We built a log cabin on the home stead and before moving on to it we found out that it was on the Blackfoot Indian reservation and we had to give it up. We had to stay in Malad that winter and I attended school for about four months. We fed cattle that winter for David L. Evens. When spring came Father rented another hay farm from the James Brothers. School was dismissed the 1st of May, and some one told me that Josiah Richardson, wanted a boy to herd and milk cows on the cheese dairy and he would pay 12.00 and board per month. I was out to the barn at the time and I hollered to my mother across the street that I was going to get a job and she called for me to come back but I kept on going and walked all the way up there, 12 miles. It was mid afternoon when I got there. He looked me over and laughed because I was so small. He said, "Well I will try you out and see what you can do." There was 60 head of milk cows and a lot of dry stock. I had a pony to ride and would take the herd up in the hills and bring them in to be milked in the evening. I would milk 11-12 morning and night. He also had two girls, Jane Stubs and Sally Williams, from Malad to help with the milking and he with his second wife would milk the rest of them. I stayed there for two months not seeing any of my folks or taking a day off until the 4th of July when I went home. In riding for Mr. Richardson I met a cattleman by the name of John E. Jones. He found out that I was through at the dairy, so he came and wanted me to work for him to help take a herd of cattle up to Lost River Country about two hundred miles. He had sold them to start a cattle ranch for a homesteader. I was 15 years old at that time. We were about a week rounding up the cattle in the
Malad mountains. He had a large cattle ranch at the head of Malad Valley, Elkhorn. About the third night we were out with the herd we were camped north of where Pocatello is now situated. We had just finished our evening meal when we heard a terrible roar of the cattle stampeding. The night herder came galloping in and told us that the Indians had stampeded them and we had to saddle our horses and follow them up along the South side of the Black-Foot river. By morning they had run themselves down. Quite a few of them had failed by the way. We drove them on until we came to Black-Foot City. We camped there for two days and during this time the Boss and one of the riders had a quarrel and the rider quit and went home, leaving the Boss and I to drive them the rest of the way across the desert. We forded the Snake River at Black-Foot. After we had forded the Snake river and the sun was about two hours high in the evening the Boss culled out a small bunch and took the lead with them and I followed up in the rear with the balance of the herd also the pack animal and riding horses. The road was badly cut up and the dust was axle deep with the heavy freight wagons crossing the desert. We traveled all night and the next day until sundown when we struck Root Hog. During the night we passed a freight camp and the dogs came barking and nipped my horse's heels and he jumped out from under me and I lit in the middle of the road in the dust. It was a good thing that he was a white horse or I could not of found him the night was so dark. The water troughs were empty and we had to go thirteen miles farther before we would reach lost river and when we were within a mile of the river the cattle smelled the water and they stampeded and struck the river where there was a bend and the bank was straight off twenty feet above the water they went over the bank
into deep water. They piled on top of each other but none of them were hurt or drowned. On the other side of the river they scattered through the cotton woods and brush on the river low land. It was in the middle of the night, and we made our beds down and we slept until sundown next day. We got up and ate our supper and went back to bed and slept until morning. We rounded up the cattle and left there in the middle of the afternoon of the second day - and we drove to Arco, about fifteen miles up the river. We camped at Arco, intending to stay a day or two or until the man came that was buying them but the mosquitoes were so thick that the cattle couldn't rest so we drove them into the hills where the man had his ranch and there we had to rebrand each critter, all but ten head of the largest steers which he sold to a man that broke them in for oxen to haul timber for a mining town called Era. That afternoon I took the horses back to Arco, and waited for him to come and he didn't show up until the next day. While there I bought a can of plums at the Stage Station which made me very sick and I almost died with ptomaine poisoning. The boss came while I was sick and they gave me some kind of oil until I was well enough to get on a horse. We then rode up the river to Mackey, the next Stage station above Arco. He left me there to watch the horses over night while he went over to a mining camp twenty miles away to make a business deal. He didn't come back for a week and he lost half of the money he received for the cattle gambling and drinking. When he did get back we left immediately for a hay ranch on the river bottoms about eight miles above American Falls. He and his Brother Dan had planned to meet there to put up hay but when we got there, he and his men hadn't arrived so we started for home in Malad. We had been riding a full day when we met them in the canyon so we camped for the night and left early the next morning to go back to the hay ranch, and what a big disappointment it was for me not to go home and I needed a hair cut very badly and it was seven months before I got a hair cut. Another big disappointment was when Mother sent me a letter by Mr. Jones telling me that they had been up to Eagle Rock, and they had filed on a homestead in Taylor, Idaho. I was so disgusted with the wind and the dust and the loneliness of having to go back to the hay ranch for another six weeks that I couldn't sleep that night. After we started in the hay fields it was my job to do the raking but we didn't work on Sunday, which made things a little more pleasant for me. Another young fellow and I would go fishing on Sunday and the trout were as thick as they could be in a hatchery and we soon got tired of fish. It was the latter part of September before we were through putting up hay and ready to go home. The first day we drove up Bannock Creek and over the mountain to Elk Horn where the James Brothers owned a big cattle ranch, and there we gathered up a bunch of horses to take down to Malad City and among them there was one that I had to lead by the horn of the saddle. It was Dan Jones's saddle and the stirrup straps were too long for me so I had to put my feet through the straps. We came to a ravine with a log bridge across it. The horse I was leading refused to cross the bridge and he pulled back and turned the saddle and I tried to jump off but my horse was bucking and my leg was caught in the strap and he continued to buck until I came loose. After I had cleaned the dust and dirt out of my eyes and mouth, I found them down on a grassy flat and my horse there with the saddle under his belly. The men and the teams had gone ahead of me, so I got on my horse and started them down the road and I soon passed the men and teams and they never stopped running until we reached Malad City, and into the corrals. It was Sunday evening and I was passing the church with the horses and someone hollered, There's my Ed." It was the girl that I used to dance with while we were going to School. My hair was down over my shoulders and I looked like an Indian.

When I arrived home my folks were all ready to move to Taylor, Idaho. We left in a few days and started to build a log house of two rooms, and a dugout as soon as we arrived there. We had to go to the canyons for logs and fire wood and we worked until late in the fall and when winter set in we moved to Eagle Rock, for the winter. My elder Brother Harry and I got a job as School janitors, and attended School that winter. C. E. Arney and Jennie Taylor were the teachers. School closed about the first of May and we moved out on the homestead for a certain length of time to hod it, and work being scarce we had to get out and look for employment and make some money to keep up expenses. We found work about seventy miles north west of Eagle Rock, a mining camp called Nycolia, cutting timber to burn for charcoal for the smelters, and we worked there all summer until late in the fall when we moved back to the homestead to finish building stables and building fences. There were no canals for irrigation purposes. We had to haul our water about a mile for culinary use, and hauled it in barrels from the mountain stream. We lived there over winter and in the spring when I was seventeen, the year of 1889, there was a big boom in Ogden and we moved down there to get work. Father and my elder Brother Harry worked hauling gravel, and I found employment at the Mound Fort, dairy. In the fall we moved back to the homestead and did some more building. We built another room on the house, and another stable and corals. The next spring we worked on the Idaho Canal. Our canal, the Cedar Hollow, and Foot Hill Canal wasn't built until the next spring. Our assessment was to build the canal through our property, half a mile long and fifteen feet wide on the bottom, that would carry three feet of water, (that was work without pay) only so many shares in the canal. I was nineteen at that time. From then on we started to raise crops, such as hay grain and potatoes, also vegetables and small fruit.

That spring I worked in the Idaho Falls flour mill seven miles north of our homestead. I worked there a few months and took diphtheria and was sick most of the summer and not able to work so I read the Book of Mormon for the first time, and became interested in the restored gospel. As there was no ward organized there at that time, we held cottage meetings in the homes. The people were very friendly and sociable as most of them had moved up there from South Weber, Riverdale, Hooper, and Ogden. There was the Araves, the Higleys, the Wadsworths, the Priests, the Clarks, the Stoddards, the Childs, the Hardys, and many others. John W. Taylor came up there and organized a ward, and gave it the name of Taylor Ward, and William Priest was ordained the first Bishop, with James Poulson 1st counselor, Charles Wardsworth, 2nd counselor. We built a one room log meeting house with three windows on each side, and slab benches for seats. Soon after the ward was organized I was rebaptized, as the record of my baptism in Hooper could not be found. I was rebaptized 3rd of August, 1893, by James Poulson, confirmed 7th of August, 1893, by William Priest. I was also ordained a Priest. I was appointed as a ward teacher soon after the ward was organized.

In my boyhood days I learned to play the violin and by the time I was nineteen I would help play for the ward dances and house parties where they would roll up the carpets and dance the old fashioned dances. I wasn't a violinist, I was just an old fashioned fiddler. During the fall and winter of 1891 I joined a traveling troupe of magicians, consisting of a ventriloquist, a magician, and a Solo singer. We would put on a play called "A ghost in the pawn shop" and after the show was over I would play for the dance. We traveled from town to town, one night in a town and a full house every night. We passed hand bills through the day. When we had traveled as far as Logan one of the fellows took seriously ill and we broke up the traveling show. On the way home I froze my feet so badly they turned black and I was convalescing about two months with very sore feet. When spring came my Brother and I took a job on the Idaho canal with our teams scraping at 6 cents a yard. From then on the next two years we didn't do anything else but canal work as there was so many canals being built through the country at that time.

When I became of age I bought a relinquishment of 80 acres of land and filed on it as a homestead. I built a log house and then started to look for a wife. Two years passed by before one was brought to me from New Zealand, and her home at that time was American Fork, Utah. She came to Shelley, Idaho, with Mrs Sabina Robinson, Allen, to work for her during the summer, as she was a dear friend of her Mothers. I met her at Fred Wadsworth's missionary farewell party in November and we were married the next spring on the 11th of March, 1895. We were the first couple to be married in Shelley, Idaho. We made our home in Taylor, Idaho on the 80 acre homestead, and in eleven months our first child was born.

During the first summer of our marriage we made several trips to the canyons for a few days at a time. On one of our trips coming home from Wolverine Canyon we heard that there as a danger of an out break among the Indians from the Black-Foot reservation who were on the war path over trouble with the cattlemen in Big Horn Basin, but the Soldiers from Fort Hall prevented this trouble, which calmed our fears very much. We had camped on their trail while in the canyon not knowing that we were in any danger of trouble.

During the first year of our marriage I worked on the canals, averaging about six dollars per day on the Snake river and Reservation canal, taken out by the Government for the Indians on the Fort Hall Reservation. Then I worked on the Cedar Hollow and Foot hill canal for my water stock, and also traded water stock for a nice gentle cow that my wife could milk while I was away working. During that time there was no fences, and when milking time came all we had to do was tap on the milk pail and she would come running home for her bran mash. During the second year of our marriage we fenced our 80 acres with a barbed wire fence of three wires, and I broke up 40 acres consisting of 25 acres of wheat, 5 acres of oats with alfalfa, 3 acres of potatoes, a patch of sweet corn, watermelons, and a half acre of vegetable garden, a lawn and plenty of flowers, shade trees around the house and down the front line. My wife was my only helper. We lived one and a half miles north of the LDS meeting house and most of the time we walked both ways. I was teacher of the boys class of Deacons, and my wife was Secretary of the Sunday School for two years. She was released when we moved to American Fork, Utah. I was ordained an Elder February 1st 1897, and set apart the same day as a Stake missionary. During the winter and summer of 1897, the Stake was 40 miles long at that time and we had to ride horse back. It was a six months mission in the different wards and in the fall we had Sundays to visit the different wards in the Stake. My companion was George E. Larson, my Brother-in-law by marriage. After my release I sold my homestead and moved to American Fork. On December 6th 1898 our second child (Verna) was born in American Fork, Utah. We lived there for two years and four months when we had our first son. He was born 8th of April 1901, at American Fork, Utah. We named him Edward Ernest. When he was a month old I took a contract of building a pole fence over the mountain to fence in the cattle on the Thomas E. Jeremy ranch. We moved up there on the 10th of May 1901, in East Canyon. We had 8 milk cows and sold butter to the Section men at Gorgorza, and traded butter to the sheep men for mutton and lamb.

In October 1901 we moved down to North Point, Salt Lake, on a farm owned by Thomas E. Jeremy. We took the farm on shares 1/2 and 1/2. We raised alfalfa, wheat, oats and barley, plenty of vegetables, also poultry, ducks, chickens and turkeys. We also made butter to sell. There was plenty of hard work but not very much cash. The next year we moved to Salt Lake City, and I got a job driving team for E. E. Rich, Peoples Forwarding Company. I worked there for eight months and then took a job in the round house at the Oregon Short line shops. I worked there almost two years. During that time our second Son was born. We named him Ellis Marion Miller. We moved out on the E. E. Rich farm in Farmington, where our third son was born 9th of August 1905. We named him Lester Williams Miller. He was blessed in the 17th Ward, Salt Lake City. We moved back to Salt Lake City in October, to the 17th Ward. In February 1906 I went to work for the Street Car Company as a Street Car Conductor, where I worked for twelve years.

I bought a lot on Roosevelt Avenue, South of Liberty Park, and built a small house. The next spring our 4th Son was born, 6th of March 1910. We named him Harold William Miller. During the spring of 1911, I bought a dry farm in the south end of Rush valley, Tooele County, at Lofgren. The family moved out there in June after School was out for their summer vacation. I continued to work at my job and I sold my home for first payment on the dry farm, and had to rent another house and get ready for the Family to move back in time for School in September. We lived in Forest Dale until 1918.

During this time in Salt Lake City we had three more children born to us. George Lee who died in infancy was born November 29, and died the next day November 30, 1912.  Edna Maxine, born September 21, 1915 and Lorraine Beth, who was born August 29, 1917.  We had nine children in all.

I quit my job and we moved out to the Dry Farm in 1918 for three years.

In the fall of 1921 I traded the Dry Farm for a small farm in Uintah, Utah, at the mouth of Weber Canyon. I farmed there for ten years and during that time I was appointed as ward teacher, Stake missionary of the Mount Ogden Stake, and President of the YMMIA at Uintah, Mount Ogden Stake. I was ordained a High Priest 23rd December 1923 by Fred G. Taylor.

We raised white turkeys, ducks and chickens.  We had our own live stock and raised all kinds of garden produce.  I also managed a dairy farm in connection with the Miller Fox Farm.

For a couple of years in between, about 1927 we left our farm in Uintah and went to Los Angeles, California, where some of our married children were living.  Here we opened a small restaurant and Pie Shop.  Our specialty was hot meat pies and fruit pies.  As I had been prematurely gray, it wasn't easy to get work.  My hair started to gray when I was 27 and it was now snow white.  I even let my daughter-in-law dye my hair while we were here.  This was rather a joke as it turned more orange than dark.  My hair in my younger days was black and I always had lots of hair. 

In July 1931 we sold our farm in Uintah and moved to Silverton, Oregon. There we rented a home for five months.  We kept open house for the Mormon missionaries, having two with us most of the time. Elders Amos A. Hunt from Lehi, Utah and Harold Holms from Salt Lake City were the first two Elders to stay with us for a week.

We then moved into Salem.  The depression was on and our two married daughters, Lula and Verna and their young families all came to Salem, and we together rented a large house and went into the baking business.  My wife was an excellent baker and cook.  Her father was a baker by trade.  Our three youngest children were still living at home, and there were 17 of us living together in one large 9-room house.  My wife also did all of our own sewing.  She was a good homemaker.

In the spring of 1934 Lula and Verna with their families moved to Oakland, California.  Edna and Harold also went along to get work.  For one season my wife and I and youngest daughter stayed on Ellis' dry farm about 35 miles southeast of Salem, Oregon.  We raised strawberries and took care of the farm.  Then in the fall of 1934 we also moved down to Oakland.  Work was still scarce and even though I was still robust and healthy it was hard to find work.  For about six years, in succession I was the Santa Claus for the H. C. Capwell Co. in Oakland.  I was built round and chubby and said to be a natural, without any padding.  I enjoyed children and always a good story.  (He was jolly and full of fun.) (L.W.)  During World War 2, we moved down to San Jose, California to be near Verna while her husband was overseas.  Then again to Oakland in 1944 with Lorraine when her husband was at sea.  In October 1945 we moved to Alameda, California and my wife and I were called on a Stake Mission in November 1946.

On March 11, 1945, our oldest daughter gave us a 50th wedding anniversary celebration and open house at her home in Oakland.  It was on April 24, 1953 in Oakland, California, that death came to my wife at the age of 76.  Just five months later on September 26, 1953, I followed her in death at the age of 81, in Oakland, Alameda County, California.

Both their places of burial are in Bountiful, David County, Utah cemetery.

(Latter part written by: Lorraine Beth Miller Wood)
(This was my father.)
Written from memory March 6, 1950 by Edward Emerson Miller

Friday, May 29, 2015


Four generation pose in Oakland, California: (from left to right) Lula Miller McCarthy, Ada, Margaret Lorraine McCarthy, and Sarah Rogers Williams.

Ed and Ada celebrated their Golden Wedding 11 March 1945 at Lula's home in Oakland.

Ada looks smug, while Ed looks perplexed.

Ada and Ed with Ada's mother, Sarah Porter Rogers Williams, in Oakland, California, 1937.

Ed always made a wonderful "Santa Claus."

The Miller family at work in the hop fields of Oregon, summer of 1931. Ada (the small figure at center) is leaning over a basket while her daughter Edna stands beyond her. Papa Ernest is virtually hidden on the opposite side of the vines from Edna. Ada's youngest daughter Lorraine was normally Ada's partner, but took a moment to take this photo.

Ada's sons Ellis (left) and Harold (right) pose with Ada's mother Sarah Williams in front of a hot pie shop undoubtedly operated by Ada and Ed. (This is possibly the shop Ada and Ed operated in Los Angeles.)

Ed with his boys in Oregon, summer of 1931. Left to right: (rear) Harold, Ed Sr., Ellis, and Ed's son-in-law, Gail Fjelstrom; (front) Lester, Ed Jr., and son-in-law Oscar McCarthy.

Ada and Ed's family gather together in Oregon, summer of 1931. Left to right: (rear) Ellis, Ed Jr., Lester, Harold, and Ed Sr.; (front) Evelyn Paterson Miller (Ellis' wife), Verna, Lula, Ada, and Lorraine.

Ada's daughters, Lula (front) and Verna (rear), share a ride on the Juab County dry farm with Ada's youngest sister, Ivy. Lula and Ivy were the closest of friends.

On the dry farm about 1914: Ada's husband Ed Miller stands far left while Ada's father, James Clark Williams, holds the donkey for Ada and her mother, Sarah Porter Rogers Williams. (The photo may have been taken either on Ed's homestead in Juab County, or on the Williams' homestead which adjoined Ed's farm at the time.)

One of Ed's Salt Lake City streetcars in the early 1900s. Conductor Ed Miller stands to the left; his unidentified driver is to the right.

The Miller family camping out with Grandpa and Grandma Williams, about 1912. Left to right: James C. Williams, Ed Miller Jr., Verna May Miller, Lester Williams Miller, Ivy Rachel Williams, Lula Vera Miller, Harold William Miller, Ellis Marion Miller, Ada Williams Miller, and Sarah Rogers Williams.

Ada's children: (left to right) Lula Vera, Edward Ernest, baby Ellis, and Verna May. After snatching the satchel, a disillusioned Lula refused to come and see baby Ellis.

A proud Ada poses with husband Edward Emerson Miller, daughter Lula, and baby Verna in 1899.

Ada, shortly before her 1895 marriage to Ed Miller.

Even after marriage, Ed would always play the fiddle for the Saturday night dances.

Ada (right), age 5, with her sister May, age 3.

[Ancestral Link: Harold William Miller, son of Ada Marion Williams (Miller).]

(Daughter of James Clark Williams and Sarah Porter Rogers)

Ada Marion Williams was the first child of James Clark Williams and Sarah Porter Rogers. She was born 14 July 1877 in Wanganjui, Wellington, New Zealand. She spent her early childhood in Auckland, New Zealand. In 1880, when Ada was two years old, her parents out of curiosity attended some meetings held by newly arrived Mormon missionaries. Her parents investigated the teachings of the missionaries and were baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints 18 March 1880. About that same time, the Thomas Levis Cox family also became
members of the fledgling LDS branch in Auckland. A particular closeness developed between the Williams and Cox families.

In 1882, Ada's father traveled to Utah intending to prepare the way for the rest of his family to follow; upon his arrival in Salt Lake City, however, he was asked to return to New Zealand as a
missionary. After James Williams completed his mission in New Zealand, the family immigrated to Utah, leaving Auckland 9 November 1884 and arriving in Salt Lake City on 14 December 1884. Ada was seven years old. The James Williams family settled in American Fork, Utah, where Ada attended school. Shortly afterward, the Cox family also emigrated from New Zealand and settled in Logan, and then Ogden.

The Williams family enjoyed singing and camping together. All of them sang in their ward choirs. The Williams girls were all fleet of foot and almost always won any footraces. (Ada even took first place in a race when she was a young mother.)

When Ada was 14, an attempt was made by her parents and their close friends, Thomas and
Hannah Cox, to encourage a closer bond between the two families. They tried to foster a potential courtship between Ada and a younger son in the Cox family, John William Cox. Accordingly, Ada was invited to spend some time with the Coxes at their home in Ogden.

The conspiracy between the parents, however, did not work. As Ada's mother Sarah later reported, "Johnny[Cox] was a fine and good young man ...Ada said she liked Johnny real well as a friend, but he was altogether too good and serious for her at that time. She preferred someone with a little more nonsense and spirit about them. So, that was that." (Johnny Cox died not long afterward of tuberculosis of the bone.)

When Ada was eighteen years old, she did meet someone with just the right blend of fun and nonsense: She went to Shelley, Idaho, with Mrs. Sabina Robinson Allen to work for her during the summer. Sabina was a dear friend of Ada's mother. In November 1894, Ada attended a missionary farewell in Shelley. There she met a jovial young man named Edward Emerson
Miller. Ed had become of age two years before and had bought 80 acres of land in Taylor, Idaho, filing on it as a homestead. Ed had built a log house on the property and now happened to be looking for a wife. Ed and Ada were introduced, a mutual interest was sparked, and they were married the next spring on 11 March 1895. They were the first couple to be married in Shelley. They made their home on Ed's homestead in Taylor, Idaho.

Ada and Ed worked hard. Ed fenced 80 acres and broke ground to plant wheat, alfalfa, oats, and potatoes. Ada worked side by side with Ed as they planted a half-acre vegetable garden along with patches of corn and watermelon. They planted a full lawn with plenty of flowers and with shade trees along the front.

During the first summer of their marriage, Ada and Ed made several recreational trips to the
canyons, spending a few days at a time. On one trip coming home from Wolverine Canyon, they
were warned that an Indian outbreak from the nearby Blackfoot reservation had occurred. The Indians had been on the warpath over conflicts with the cattlemen in the Big Horn Basin, but the soldiers from Fort Hall quelled the trouble. Ed and Ada had been camping right on the Indian trail while in the canyon, not knowing they were in any danger.

Their first child, Lula Vera Miller, was born on 6 February 1896. Augusta Wadsworth was the midwife who cared for Ada.

Ada and Ed loved to attend the local dances. Ed usually played his fiddle for the dancers while Ada held the baby. An organ and violins would accompany many of the songs they sang at the dances. In winter, they would hook up the bobsleigh and bundle up with warm patchwork quilts to travel to the dances.

When Lula Vera was eighteen months old, she came down with pneumonia. Ada hung blankets at all the doors and windows of their cabin. She put a poultice of flax seed on the baby's chest every fifteen minutes and kept the baby bundled up and away from open air until Lula was well.

During their first year of marriage, the federal government was sponsoring the construction of the Snake River Reservation Canal for the Fort Hall Indian reservation. Ed was an experienced canal excavator, and he averaged about six dollars per day working on the canal. He also worked on the Cedar Hollow and Foothill canals in return for water rights stock.

Ed traded some of the water stock for a nice gentle cow for Ada to milk while he was away working. At that time, there were no fences to contain the cows or other livestock; however, when milking time came each day, all Ada had to do was to tap soundly on the milk pail, and the cow would come running home for her bran mash.

Ada and Ed lived one and one half miles north of the LDS meeting house. Most of the time, they walked both ways to church. Ada was secretary of the Sunday School, while Ed taught the deacon boys. Ed was ordained an elder on 1 February 1897 and was set apart the same day as a stake missionary. Since the stake at that time was 40 miles long, Ed had to ride horseback to visit the different wards. His companion was his brother-in-law, George E. Larson. This was only the first of several stake missions Ed would serve in his lifetime.

When Ed was released after six months, he sold his homestead in Taylor, and the family moved to American Fork, Utah. Ada traveled with her husband and three-year-old Lula in a camp wagon with a white top. They stopped at Beck's Hot Springs in north Salt Lake for a meal of ham and cornbread, then continued to American Fork where they settled in. On 6 December 1898, Ada gave birth to their second child, Verna May.

In 1900, the family was quarantined with scarlet fever. Verna was eighteen months old and Lula was four and a half. This was Thanksgiving time, and the Church sent the quarantined family a basket filled with chicken, apples, oranges, and candy.

The Miller family lived in American Fork for two years and four months when their first son, Edward Ernest, was born 8 April 1901. Exactly one month afterward, Ed, Ada, and their children were sealed as a family in the Salt Lake Temple.

About the same time, Ed signed a contract to build a pole fence over the mountain to contain the cattle on the Thomas E. Jeremy ranch. On 10 May 1901, the Miller family moved into a new caretaker's house that had been built for them. It was a frame house with two rooms and a nice porch. A few feet away, a big river rushed by. In the heat of the summer, the river would be so low that the family could wade out into the holes and pick up the big fish. The girls carried the huge fish home in their aprons. On the opposite side of the house was a steep, wooded hill with tall pine trees and a cold spring of water.

Ed and Ada milked eight cows and sold the butter to the railway section men at Gorgorza. They also traded butter to the sheep men for mutton and lamb. Once, Ed and Ada put a milk can with a tightly fitting cap in the stream to stay cool. When they returned for the milk, they saw a big brown bear mashing and mauling the milk can in the mud. The bear picked up the can and hiked over the hill, where he tipped it up and drank from it. When he was finished, he tossed the can aside and continued over the hill.

When Ed was faced with the problem of coyotes killing the sheep, he put three lambs in a corral with a mean heifer that was hard to milk. At first, the heifer tried to kick the sheep across the yard; but soon, the heifer would roam about with them all day and even let them nurse her. She became very good at protecting the lambs.

On one camping trip, the Millers took along Ada's younger sister, Amy. Amy was eighteen at the time and was staying with them. Ed was teasing her with a porcupine quill and accidentally stuck her in the leg. When he couldn't tug the obstinate quill out, Ed finally resorted to his pocket knife and cut it out. Shortly after, a sudden electrical storm took them by surprise. Everyone was frightened and dashed to some kind of shelter. The children were temporarily separated from their parents. Amy, Lula, and the baby took shelter under a big clay ledge and watched the rain pour over the ledge like thick cream. Everyone stayed in their respective makeshift shelters
until the storm was over. Afterward, to add to the comedy of mishaps, the already wounded Amy wrenched her arm as she tried to help Verna over a ditch.

On one occasion, Ada's parents, Jim and Sarah Williams, hosted a family party at Saratoga, near Lehi on the shore of Utah Lake. It was a great place for swimming and picnicking. Ed tipped Ada's sister, Lou, out of a hammock right into a muddy ditch. She had on a fine white dress. Lou gave chase, and Ed escaped her ire only by running fully clothed out into the lake. On the way home, Fred, Ada's youngest brother who was about three years old, fell through the hayrack which they were using for transportation. No one in the family missed him until they had gone a mile or so. They fearfully turned back, full of concern, but when they found Fred, he was
unhurt and sound asleep in the road.

In October 1901, the family moved to an isolated farm at North Point, west of Salt Lake City, beyond Saltair. Although known as the "Harris place," the farm was owned by Thomas E. Jeremy. Ed had taken the farm on shares, half and half. The farm had a large house surrounded by poplars and included a large barn. Ed bought Ada a beautiful "Home Comfort" range for her kitchen with lots of pots and pans to go with it. The people on the farm before them had left behind several rabbits; consequently, the property was now alive with wild rabbits of almost every color and mixture. The rabbits would constantly dart out of one hole almost under their feet and dive out of sight into another hole.

Ed drove into Salt Lake City twice a week to visit the Hotel Utah and other hotels and restaurants in order to obtain swill for the pigs. The children couldn't wait for his return so they could scour through the swill for silverware, dishes, or other treasures the restaurant workers had negligently tossed out with the swill.

During their entire stay in North Point, the family felt isolated with no close neighbors. The next year, 1902, they moved to Salt Lake City. Ed got a job driving a team for the People's Forwarding Company, owned by E. E. Rich. Ed worked there for eight months, then took a job in the roundhouse at the Oregon Short Line Railroad shops. He worked at this job almost two years

In 1904, when Ada was about to have her fourth child, she went with her children to American
Fork to be with her mother. Ada's daughter, Lula, later related how, when the birthing time arrived, the children watched the midwife arrive in her buggy. All of the visiting kids-Ivy, Verna, Fred, Verda, Irvin, little Ed, and Lula-gathered around the midwife while she tied her horse, and they eyed an important-looking satchel which the midwife had set on the ground.

Each of the children knew who the midwife was and vaguely understood that she was the one
who brought the babies. They were disappointed when they didn't see a baby on the scene, and eight-year-old Lula forthrightly demanded, ''Where's the baby?" The midwife smiled and whispered, "Be quiet and run away, or you'll wake it up-it's in the satchel!" Lula didn't believe her and instantly snatched up the satchel. She ran down the hill with all of the rest of the children following after. When she opened the satchel, of course there was no baby. It was quite a shock for the young children. When Ellis Marion Miller was born 14 April 1904, Lula was so peeved, she refused to come see the baby!

The family's next move was to the E. E. Rich farm in Farmington. This farm had rolling hills, big trees and a river. The meadow had lots of tall green grass and an abundance of colorful "darning needle" dragonflies which the girls like to catch and pin on pictures. Ada's sister, May, spent a lot of time with them. After a fresh rain, the mushrooms grew thick in the meadow. The girls took their baskets in early morning and gathered mushrooms. The family enjoyed numerous picnics in the meadow.

They had a mean rooster on this farm. Every time he saw the girls with bare legs, he would fly at them and peck their legs until they would bleed. The farm also had an old turkey and a duck who were always fighting. The turkey would peck the duck's head and eyes until they would bleed, and the duck would pluck the turkey's breast feathers all out, most of the time taking all the skin off, too. It was hard to tell which side won any of the fights.

While living on the Farmington property, Ada and Ed had a third son, Lester Williams Miller, born 9 August 1905. When Ada knew Lester was due to be born, she packed lunches for all the kids and sent them for the day to Lagoon. They returned late in the day to a new baby brother. Lester was blessed in the 17th Ward, Salt Lake City.

The following October, the Millers moved back to Salt Lake City. They moved from Center Street into a home on Seventh West. It was an old brick house with no plumbing, but with an outhouse in the back yard. The outhouse had a tin drawer in the bottom which once a week was cleaned by the city in the middle of the night. Forever afterward, the children felt it was a privilege anytime they were able to use an inside bathroom.

While living on Seventh West, little three-year-old Ed drank a bottle of Castoria cough medicine and it drugged him. Ada called the doctor. The doctor told her not to let him go to sleep, but to keep him in the open and moving. So Ada and May walked him up and down the sidewalk until the doctor came. The doctor gave Ed a hypodermic shot in the arm to make him vomit. Ed was
sick for a long time afterwards.

In February 1906, Ed got a job as a conductor with the streetcar company in Salt Lake City. He stayed at this job for twelve years. Ed swung along the running board and collected the fares.
When it stormed, he and the motorman unfurled the flapping canvas side curtains to cover the open sides. When a passenger got off, he raised the canvas and climbed down. If an electrical storm started, the motorman stopped the car. The conductor would get off and grab a long pole with a hook at the end. The conductor would then reach the pole above the trolley's roof and use the hook to pull the electric conducting rod away from the overhead wires that supplied the trolley's power.

Sometimes, mischievous boys would tie objects together and toss them over the wires in order to snag the trolley conducting rod and kick it away from the electric power. With the electrical circuit broken, the trolley would stop. The conductor would have to step out with his pole and use it to carefully guide the conducting rod back to the power line and reconnect the circuit. To the delight of any watching boys, some unusual language might accompany the process ...

Saturdays were picnic days, and everyone would crowd onto Ed's street car: women in peekaboo shirt waists and bird-trimmed hats; mustached young men in striped jackets and derbies with shoe boxes full of sandwiches and deviled eggs; and, often, someone with a mandolin. They would sing "In the Good Old Summer Time," "The End of a Perfect Day," and other currently popular songs. The girls wore starched white dresses. Young boys always wore short pants and long black stockings.

The Miller family and the Bills family shared the same house, each having their own side in a duplex arrangement. On one occasion, one of the Bills children contracted smallpox; consequently, all of the occupants of the house, including the Miller family, were placed under quarantine. Ed was fumigated and allowed to leave the house so he could work, but he could not return inside the house. He was allowed to bring the groceries just to the gate. None of Ada's family got smallpox, but they had to endure the inconvenience of the quarantine.

One day, Ada suddenly collapsed. Lula ran to get Mrs. Bills who called the doctor used by Ed's streetcar union. Dr. Benedict had Ada on the operating table within twenty minutes. She had a tubal pregnancy, and her tube had burst. There were no blood transfusions then, and as Lula later related, the hospital staff had to put five gallons of salt water through Ada's veins. Ada was very ill and remained in the hospital for a long time. She was still nursing one-year-old Lester, and to make matters worse, all of her children contracted whooping cough while she was
hospitalized. Ed worked nights so that he could be home with the children during the day. Mrs. Astor, a neighbor who lived on the comer, helped by bringing oranges and bananas. Lula did most of the household chores and cared for the younger children.

On a later occasion, while Ada was writing letters at night, her children scared some mice from the hallway. While the children were chasing the mice, Ada suddenly give a loud scream and
collapsed in a faint on the floor. The children found Ada with one hand clenched tight against her dress at her thigh. When Ada came to, she called for Lula to quickly help strip her clothes from her legs. There, right next to her skin where Ada had slapped it, was a mouse squeezed flat and mashed. Ada almost fainted again.

Ed and Ada maintained a chicken coop. They would trade eggs for wieners from the butcher and candy from a little candy store. Indians would also visit them and ask for "peechy," suga," and anything else they could think of. Ada always filled their bags and sent them happily on their way.

Ada's parents, James and Sarah Williams, lived on Grape Street (now named Almond Street, just north of the present-day LDS Conference Center). Grandpa Williams made Scotch meat pies and had a small restaurant on First South street. He had a large oven built into the hillside by his home. Ada's boys would load up a red wagon with pies and big cans of broth and pull the wagon and goods a block or two down to their grandpa's shop.

Ed bought a house on Roosevelt Avenue just south of Liberty Park and built a small house. At that time, this was considered ''way out in the country." The next spring, 1911, Lula became seriously ill after a play practice at school. When she arrived home, she was shivering, so she sat on the large oven door to get warm. Still she shivered, then she lost consciousness with a high fever. She was put to bed with double pneumonia for almost three weeks. Ada made a poultice of Denver mud and put on her chest. Her hands were tied to the bed so that she would not scratch her chest. The doctor told Ed and Ada nothing more could be done. It was Thanksgiving day when Grandpa James Williams came into the bedroom and laid his hands on Lula's head and gave her a blessing. He said, "You will get well. You are to bring to earth some of God's choicest spirits and you will have a long and wonderful life." Lula said she heard every word of the blessing. Lula did recover and lived a long life. However, during the illness, Lula lost all of her hair. Ada made her an Indian headpiece out of braided black silk stockings, and Lula was still able to be Pocahontas in the school play.

In January 1912, Ed took an option to buy 120 acres of dry farm land located in the southernmost part of Tooele County, just two miles directly south of the Lofgreen train station on the Union Pacific route. This was part of an area that had once been full of lush grass, but overgrazing by cattle ranchers in the late 1800s had turned the land back into pure desert. Experimental dry farming in this area had recently shown that wheat and lucerne crops might be successfully grown to replace the sage and juniper that now predominated. Ed's interest was piqued, and he thought he might succeed as well. Within two years, Ed and Ada signed a promissory note to Matilda Harding to take formal possession of the Lofgreen property. About the same time, Ed and Ada acquired an extra 80 acres adjoining the first property through a $200 patent obtained from the state of Utah. A few months later, Ed raised some needed
cash by selling the 80 acres to Ada's sister and her husband, Lucy and Angus Price, for $550.

Ed and Ada were also trying to develop an additional 80 acres of homestead land south of the Tooele County line in Juab County, about 10 miles southeast of the Lofgreen properties. Ed and Ada's immediate neighbors in Juabe County were Ada's parents and Ada's brother-in-law and sister, Mel and Olive Wiseman, whose families were attempting to homestead adjoining properties.

Ada and the children moved onto the farmland, but only stayed the summers while Ed remained in Salt Lake. He sold their Salt Lake home to finance the Lofgreen farm and rented another house in the city. At the end of summers, the family moved back in time for school in September. They lived in Forest Dale in Salt Lake until 1918 . During this time, Ada and Ed had three more children: George Lee Miller was born 29 November 1912, but died the next day; Edna Maxine was born 21 September 1915; and Lorraine Beth was born 29 August 1917. Ed and Ada had nine children in all.

Ed and Ada found that the success that previous dry farms had enjoyed in Tooele and Juab Counties had been a transitory mirage. Drought conditions now prevailed, and farmers in the area were fighting a bitter battle with the stubborn desert environment.

In the fall of 1921, Ed traded the 120-acre Lofgreen dry farm for a small farm in Uintah, Utah, at the mouth of Weber Canyon. They raised white turkeys, ducks and chickens. Ed also managed a dairy farm in connection with the Miller Fox Farm. Ed and Ada farmed there for ten years. During that time, Ed served in a number of positions in the Mount Ogden Stake, including stake missionary. He was ordained a high priest in the LDS Church on 23 December 1923 by Fred G. Taylor.

Between 1927 and 1929, Ed and Ada took a hiatus from their farm in Uintah, Utah, and moved to Los Angeles, California, where some of their married children were living, and tried a new enterprise. They opened a small restaurant and pie shop. Their specialty was hot meat pies and fruit pies.

In Ed's younger days, his hair was thick and black, but his hair started to tum grey when he was only 27 years old. By now, it was pure white, making it hard to otherwise obtain jobs. Once, he let his daughter-in-law dye his hair. This was rather a joke, as his hair turned more orange than dark.

In 1931, Ed and Ada sold the farm in Uintah and moved to Silverton, Oregon. There they rented a home for five months. They kept open house for the Mormon missionaries having two with them for much of the time. To help ends meet, the family worked as pickers in the nearby hop fields during the summer harvest. Their next move was to Salem, Oregon. The depression was on, and two married daughters, Lula and Verna, and their young families all came to Salem. They rented a large house for $10.00 a month and went into the baking business. Their three youngest children were still with them, and with grandchildren, 17 people lived together in the large nine-room house.

At first, they didn't have a stove, but they made do by using heavy foil and baking bread on an
old fashioned round flat-topped heater. Finally, they bought a wood range stove for $12.00.
After buying the range, they used Grandpa William's recipe to make Scotch meat pies and
sold them. Soon there were more orders than they could fill. They even catered some parties.
Ed cut the wood while Ada and the girls kept the oven full. They made about 20 loaves of bread
and 30 pies a day. Ada also did sewing to help out. While living in Salem, Ed served in the branch presidency and Ada was the Relief Society President.

Although times were tough, Christmas that year was wonderful with so many family members present. The day after Christmas in 1933, the two sons-in-law left for employment in Oakland, California. The following April, Lula and Verna, with their children, followed their husbands to Oakland. Ada's children Harold and Edna also went to Oakland to get work. Ed and Ada, with their youngest daughter, Lorraine, stayed the summer with their son Ellis on his dry farm about 35 miles southeast of Salem, Oregon.

In the fall of 1934, Ed and Ada also moved to Oakland. Work was still scarce, and Ed had a difficult time finding employment. For about six years in succession, he was the Santa Claus of choice for the H.C. Capwell Company in Oakland. Ed, always cheerful and personable, enjoyed
children and always had a good story. He had a round and chubby build, and with his jovial personality, he was a natural Santa without need of any padding.

Ada was actively engaged in doing genealogy work, spurred in great part by a dream she had one night. In the dream, Ada entered the spirit world and encountered a number of white-clothed spiritual beings. Ada expected to receive a warm greeting; instead, however, she saw each of the spirits coldly and disdainfully tum their backs to her. Ada was dismayed. When she awoke, she took the dream as a warning that she had neglected the temple work of many people, and she decided to make amends.

In 1939, Ada wrote: " ...I have my permanent genealogy book finished up to date. It is grand. I wish you could see it. I mean all the records [are] up-to-date, and now the thing is, get busy and do the work that is unfinished, and keep adding sheets, and work them out in a complete chain ...I wake up in the night doing genealogy. I feel like this is to be the rest of my life's work now, and I am not going to shirk my duty and privilege."

During World War II, Ada and Ed moved to San Jose, California, to be near their daughter Verna while her husband was overseas. They moved again to Oakland in 1944 to be with their daughter Lorraine when her husband was at sea.

On 11 March 1945, Ed and Ada celebrated their Golden Wedding anniversary. Their oldest daughter Lula, marked the celebration by giving them an open house at her home in Oakland.

In October 1945, Ada and Ed moved nearby to Alameda, California, and established a permanent home. Ed and Ada were called to be LDS stake missionaries in November 1946. They served faithfully in many callings in the Dimond Ward.

Ada died 24 April 1953 in Oakland, California, while staying at her daughter Lula's home. Ada was 76 years old. She was buried 29 April 1953 in the Bountiful, Utah, Cemetery. Ed survived Ada only five months, passing away on 26 September 1953. He was 81 years old. He was buried beside Ada in the Bountiful, Utah, Cemetery on 1 October 1953.
Ada's patriarchal blessing, given 10 August 1923, is recorded as follows:
Mount Ogden Stake of Zion.
Ogden, Utah
August 10, 1923


According to the request and in the authority of the Holy Priesthood I lay my hands upon thy head and give unto thee a Patriarchal Blessing that you may rejoice in the Lord thy God, who has watched over thee and preserved thee all thy days until the present moment of time, that you may receive every blessing that has been promised to His faithful children. For you were numbered among the spiritual Israel before this world was, and was among them who choose the right way before our Father, and have come to earth to receive these gifts and blessings which belong to the chosen seed, as you are of the seed of Abraham thru the lineage of Ephraim, a true daughter of Israel, and will receive every blessing that will enable thee to overcome and sit down in the kingdom of heaven. I bless thee as a mother in Israel endowed with every womanly virtue, worthy of the trust that the Father has reposed in thee by sending thee choice spirits that call you, mother, which is the greatest gift that God can bestow upon His worthy daughters in Israel, to be mothers of his trust and responsibility in the Kingdom of God, workers in Zion, and to their generations there will be no end.

I bless you with the spirit of wisdom, and the desire to comprehend the principles of Eternal Salvation both for thine own good and the blessing of others. Your talent and ability will be greatly enlarged among the people of the Lord, and your influence for good and righteousness will be felt with those with whom you labor among the little ones, and it will bear fruit in their lives in days to come to the honor of our Heavenly Father, as thy teachings will be as an anchor in their souls, and the Lord will accept of this thy labor and crown it with success for His name sake and glory.

I bless thee with the temporal blessings of life to feed thy family and comfort others in their need and help build up Zion. Continue to put thy trust in the Lord and he will overrule all things for thy good, and thy days will be prolonged that you may see the salvation of Zion for the time is near when the Prince of Peace will come to earth to reign in righteousness. The spirit of Elijah will rest upon thee that you may joy in the redemption of thy kindred, who were worthy men and women, who waited for the hour of redemption which has come to this dispensation thru the ordinances of the everlasting Gospel which you and thy family can perform for them in the temples of the Lord.

Listen to the Still Small Voice of the Comforter and it will enlighten thy mind, open thy understanding, and reveal the truths of salvation, and be an anchor to thy soul in all thy trials and afflictions, while the mighty purposes of the Lord in this generation will be made known to thee for thine own good and the blessing and preservation of thy family, for the spirit of discernment will rest upon thee and you shall know the path of duty and safety, and have courage to walk therein, for thru thy faithfulness and integrity the Lord will never forsake thee until you are brought back with thy companion and family into his eternal presence. And when the destroyer passes over the earth, he will pass by thy abode and leave thee and thy family in peace, as he has promised to his faithful ones.

I seal this blessing upon thee with all others that the Father sees will be for thy good and happiness, and enable thee to fill the mission with honor to thyself and the glory of our Heavenly Father and seal thee up to Eternal Life to come forth in the morning of the first resurrection, a savior among thy kindred and friends.

This I do in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Thomas A. Shreeve

Resource: Autobiography of Edward Emerson Miller, 1950
Autobiography of Lula Miller McCarthy
Family records of Bernita Tanner McCarthy
Family records of Lucy Williams Price
Family records of Anna La Vona Cox Topham
Family records of Marilyn Brady Elkins

Thursday, May 28, 2015


[Ancestral Link: Marguerite Anderson (Miller), daughter of Albert Anderson.]

Handwritten recipe for the cure of corn beef written by Albert Anderson who was a butcher.


Albert Anderson Services in L.A.

Funeral services will be held in Los Angeles for Albert Anderson, who died today in a local hospital following a short illness. He was 83.

Mr. Anderson, (can't read address), was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and a veteran of the Spanish American War.

He is survived by one daughter, Mrs. Mary L. Stover, of Albuquerque.

Strong-Thorne is in charge of arrangements.
Albuquerque Tribune, July 27, 1962.