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Show The morning of August 15, 1894, was be autiful, but in our old horne at 163 South 1st V{eet Street in Salt Lake City, there was an atmosphere of im .. Pending disaster. Even I, a lad not yet te_n year_s of age, felt it. F· or d a· ys, Mother, who generally radiated a spirit of good cheer, had not been hers~l£. Since her return from Preston, Idaho, a few day$ befo:t:'.e. where she had gon·e to be with father who lay desperately ill with typhoid fever, she appeared to be in a daze o£ uncertainty and depression. Her sudden return home had been caused by the serious illness of h e r six months old baby boy. I well remember the happenings o£ that eventful morning of August 15, a.lthou.gh nearly three score and 10 years ago. We children, five o£ us under ten years of age, were boisterously playing in the large dining r oom. A knock was heard at the south door of the r oom and m other hurriedly answered it. As the door opened, I saw President Seymour B. Young standing in the doorway. From the look on his face, it could readily be .seen that he was not a b earer of good newe. In a few words, President Young explained to us , a s we had all gathered about mother. that father had. passed away at 5:30 on the preceding evening• that arrangements had been made to bring the body back to our home and that the date and pla.ce £or the funeral were now being con s idere d. It should., perhaps, here be explained that ~Y mother, a daughter of Nicholas Groesbeek, has been reared in a h~me of a!£luence; that her inher ... itance f:rom her father's estate \Vas large and that until the then rec:ent times, she had not been required to give much thought to matters of finance. The · years of 1893 and 1894, however, had changed that situation. The so-called |
