from Our Life with Mother by her son,
Melvin Edwin Miner
I have [never] known a person
who looked forward to death in such a calm, reasonable was as
did mother. One day she came to my wife and told her she wanted
us to have the glass tray, a commemration of the dedication of
the Salt Lake Temple, and told her other things she wanted distributed
after she was gone. Pearl said, "Why Grandma, you are not
going to leave us. You know you are looking forward to Christmas
just as anxiously as the children are."
And mother answered, "Oh, no, I
wouldn't go before Christmas and spoil the children's Christmas,
but I am ready any time after that." She was always so sure
of the life hereafter, that she would be reunited with the ones
she loved, and that there would be a definite work for her to
do beyond this life.
Mother died in her room in our
home on January 6, 1940. A lovely service was held for here in
what was then called the Park View Ward (now Long Beach Fifth
Ward). Then we took her to Fairview for burial beside my father,
Martin Mormon Miner. The rain was pouring down when we left Long
Beach and the snow was coming down when we arrived in Fairview,
but with it all there was a spirit of great peace.
Mother had a strict sense of right
and wrong. She believed every principle of the gospel. Her tithing
came first before any other expenditure. She definitely felt
that her payment of tithing gave her strength to meet all other
obstacles. She also believed in the teachings of the church that
we should always save for a time when we might be in need. She
had her own little bank account up until the time she died. She
knew she didn't have enough to bury her with, but she would never
use a penny of it because she thought it might be needed more
in the future than her present wants justified.