I wanted to add a little about my recollections of my great-grandmother Guest. I remember her handiwork (quilts, pillow cases, and so forth). I remember her poinsettias and candy at Christmas. I remember that she wore hair nets, had a chicken coop, and saved so many things that her house seemed like a treasure trove after her death. Most of all I remember her death.

In Grandma Guest's final years, she lived with my Grandma Hancock who was her daughter. Her abilities were failing at that time and she needed help. I was a freshman at the University of Utah, living away from home for the first time. I liked to visit my grandmother for the weekend sometimes.

One Saturday in January, I telephoned my grandmother to ask if I could come. I was a bit surprised when she told me that Grandma Guest had fallen and was not feeling well. She did not dare leave to drive to the dormitory in order to bring me to her home. "Oh well," I thought and washed my hair. But the longer I sat in my dorm room, the more desire I had to go visit my grandmother. I decided to take a walk. If I felt good, I thought that I might walk all of the way to my grandmother's house even though the distance was great.

Well, I kept walking and the longer I walked, the greater my desire was to visit my grandmother. I had started in the early afternoon. After awhile, it grew dark and I tried to walk along busy, well lit roads. I finally arrived at 8 p.m. and found my Grandma helping my greatgrandmother into bed.

At 4 a.m. Grandma awakened me to say that Grandma Guest had just passed away in her sleep. She had heard a noise and had gone to investigate.

The following day I learned that there had been two elders from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who had come unexpectedly to their door a couple of nights earlier. They were lost. Grandma told them that she was sure that her mother would appreciate a blessing since she was feeling poorly. They entered and gave Grandma Guest a blessing, telling her that she would find peace. She died January 9, 1972.

by Christie H. Dorius