[This comes from a narrative written by Emmilou Collins Edmonds Adams around the year 2000. Portions in brackets [] were added for clarification.]
In October of that year [1927] my mother [Golda Emma Prince Collins] died of pneumonia [in Milwaukee]. Antibiotics were not available at that time. I remember she had a nurse with her for several days before she died. I, of course, had no idea how sick she was. Grandma Prince [Susan Emma Green Prince] came from Colorado and mother’s brother, Arthur Prince, came from Abilene, Texas. When we went to the railroad station to meet them, they found out that they were both on the same train and didn't know it. At some place along the way (I would guess Omaha) their cars had been switched to the same train.
At that time it appears to have been the custom to have a funeral in a home rather than in a Funeral Home Chapel. I remember her casket was in the living room and I was lifted up to kiss her. I think there must have been roses because for years I did not like the smell of roses. (Sometime before this I had gone with Mother to visit someone who had lost a baby or small child. I remember seeing the small casket with the child in it.)
Following this Carolyn and I went back to Colorado to stay with our Grandmother in her home near Golden, Colorado.
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