Caroline Christina (Jensen) Miller (1867-1939)

JENSEN, MILLER, ANDERSON, CLAUSEN, WILLIAMS, JOHNSON

Posted By: Dorian Myhre (email)
Date: 9/15/2024 at 20:42:57

From Story City Herald April20, 1939 (page 2)

MRS. CAROLINE MILLER

Caroline Christina was born in Denmark, December 1, 1867, the third child of Nels and Karen Jensen and died at her home northeast of Story City, on April 8, 1939, at the age of 71 years, 4 months and 7 days. Both parents and two sisters, Maren and Anna, have preceded her in death.

In the year 1891 she left her native land for the United States coming directly to Story county. With the exception of 10 to 15 years residence in Oklahoma, she has spent her entire life since coming to this country, in and around Story City.

In 1892 she wad united in marriage to Soren Anderson, who, after four years of married life, passed away at their farm home south of town. To this union was born two children: John C. Anderson, now of Stillwater, Okla., and Sophie, who at the age of 13 years preceded her mother in death.

In 1897 she was married to Soren Clausen, who, after 24 years of married life together, passed away at their home in Stillwater, Okla. in 1923. To this union one child, Nels Clausen, now of Story City, was born.

In 1924 she was married to Andrew Miller, who survives her, as also do two sons, John C. Anderson of Stillwater, Okla. and Nels Clausen of Story City; three grandchildren and on great grandchild; three brothers: Jens Jensen of Copenhagen, Denmark, J. J. Jensen of Des Moines and Martin Jensen of Story City; two sisters: Mrs. Fred Williams and Mrs. John M. Johnson, both of Story City and a host of others who, thruout her long residency here, had come to know her as a true friend.

At the time of her passing Mrs. Miller was a faithful member of Grace Evangelical church, with which she united in 1924. She will be especially remembered in church for her floral offerings to the several services, which, though not large, she offered faithfully during the spring and summer months.

Thou has flown, dear Mother,
From a weary bed of pain;
Thou hast flown to realms of Glory
Never to return again.
And our hearts are filled with sorrow
As we bid a last goodbye,
But we hope again to meet you
In the home beyond the sky.
Farewell then, dear Mother,
Till we in Heaven meet;
There to dwell with Jesus,
And walk the Golden Street.