Ella Elizabeth Haderlie Frank Written by her daughter, Luella Frank Jensen

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On July 24, 1926, a great sadness came into her life. When she tried to awaken her son, Windsor, she found he had passed away during the night. This was a terrible shock as she had so patiently cared for him for several years and had seem him on the verge of death many times. He had been feeling better than he had for a long period of time, so his sudden death was a shock. He died of a heart ailment.

The next ten years went by quite as usual. Ella was a member of the Elizabeth Mathews Camp of Daughters of Pioneers and acted as second lieutenant of the camp for two years, from 1933 to 1935, with Vilate Theurer as captain and Mary Ann Checketts as first lieutenant. She was also chaplain of the camp for two years, from June 1939 to June 1941, and then was sustained as camp historian. She walked many times to the Logan Temple to do work for the dead. This was a distance of 3 or 4 miles.

Her family was all married by this time, so she worked on her hobby which was quilt making. She made countless quilt tops, and during one winter, she and her daughter, Luella, quilted thirteen quilts during their spare time.

In 1936, tragedy struck again. He daughter, Wanetta, died of spinal meningitis following childbirth. The baby died also. Wanetta left her husband and two small children. Two years later her son, Austin, who had always been so considerate of his parents, died suddenly of a heart attack, leaving his wife and five children. This proved too much for Ella's husband who had been in poor health for two years, and seven weeks after Austin's passing, he followed their children into the great beyond May 2, 1938.

When 70 years of age, she had six daughters and one son, thirty-seven grandchildren, and five great-grandchildren. She was still active in her church work. She had a temple record of her father's ancestry which she was working on. She kept two cows, a small garden, and oversaw the farm in the north field most of the time. She continued to visit and help care for the sick. She has set a wonderful example for her descendants and had accomplished much in the time God had given her. Everything she did, she did well.

In December 1949, in her seventy-sixth year, she was walking to Relief Society meeting and fell on the hard frozen ground breaking her hip in two places. She was taken by ambulance to the Logan LDS Hospital where the doctors said she couldn't live. But in two weeks, she was well enough to be taken to her home. Her daughters cared for her each staying one day and night each week. After three months, the cast was removed from her leg, and she went to stay with her daughter Hazel in Logan, Utah. She stayed there for one month then went to Wellsville, Utah, to stay with another daughter, Marie, for one month. She continued to improve and went back to her own home in Providence, Utah, where she was able to care for herself.

During her convalescence, she sold the farm to the River Heights Ward where the Providence Stake house is located. As her leg became stronger and she was able to treadle her sewing machine, she again pieced many quilts and sewed carpet rugs.

Her family wanted to hold an open house on her seventy-fifth birthday, but she said, "No, wait until I'm old." She did consent to have all her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren come to her home and celebrate her eightieth birthday. This was a large crowd and a great occasion.

In her 89th year, she kept well but spent most of her time sitting in a big rocker, knitting or reading. Her favorite readings were the books "Brigham Young at Home" and "Matthew Cowley". She read and reread them and quoted from them often. As her health gradually failed and it wasn't safe for her to be alone, her children took turns taking her into their homes to care for her. She was always happy and cheerful, never complaining. As time went on, she expressed to one of the girls that she wanted to go to her own home. So she again went home to Providence where her daughters took turns staying with her a day and night each.

Ella Elizabeth Haderlie

After the first of the year of 1961, she couldn't read much or do much knitting, but she loved to be read to. The hours we spent with her were very wonderful as we talked over past experiences and laughed and cried together. We would give mother a bed bath each morning, help her into a wheelchair, and take her to the kitchen where she sat in her big leather chair near the window and the telephone until evening when our brother, Seth, came to help get her back in bed. The days went by pretty much the same until one morning she couldn't get up and by evening had gone into a coma. She lived two more days, passing away Thursday, June 29, 1961, at 11:30 p.m. Her funeral was held July 3, 1961, and she was buried in the Providence Utah Cemetery.

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