“A Visit from Milton,” Ensign, Apr. 2014, 70–73
A Visit from Milton
The author lives in Wyoming, USA.
Grandma knew next to nothing about her relatives, but I was determined to find out who and where they were.
I was always perplexed to think that my maternal grandmother didn’t know her exact birthday or hardly anything about her relatives. Even as a boy, I felt compelled to solve the mystery—probably because my mother would sometimes refer to me as her “little genealogist,” hoping to instill in me a desire to find her long-lost relatives.
What We Knew
Our limited knowledge of Grandma’s ancestry included the fact that her father, Albert Page, was born in Chicago and died in Pachuca, Mexico, in 1915. He married a Spanish girl named Juana Avila, even though his family was very much against it. His father had a bakery, a car dealership, a candy store, and other businesses in Chicago that made him a wealthy man. Albert’s father felt that Albert could do much better than to marry a poor Spanish girl. So Albert and his new wife fled to Mexico to avoid the scrutiny of his family.
Albert and Juana eventually had eight children, including my grandmother, Dora Jane. Several years later, Albert died. Upon his death, Juana feared that the powerful and wealthy Pages would try to take the children. She burned all documents and pictures that proved her family’s relationship to them.
The loss of information made it difficult to know anything about this family line, but throughout the years my mother and aunts searched for relatives. My mother told me that she kept having a dream of this “fine-looking gentleman” who would appear and look at her with a smile as if he were waiting for something.
Searching in Earnest
After serving a mission I married, and then my mother reported to me that she had had the dream a couple more times. I decided that it was time to tackle the challenge of finding her ancestors. I was a novice at doing family history research, but I knew that through faith and prayer, I could receive the divine help I needed.
I began my search at the local family history center, looking for Albert’s wealthy Chicago father, whose name I thought was Edgar Page. I had no success. The next night I went to the university library and copied the Page family names out of various editions of the Chicago phone book. Still no success.
After fasting with my wife, I went back to search at the family history center. The assistant suggested I look in the 1880 Cook County, Illinois, census. I ordered the A–L film but received the M–Z film instead. I decided to view the film anyway, and as I scrolled through the names, I came across a Milton E. Page. He and his wife had five children: Milton, Walter, Willie, Laura, and Albert. I thought how strange it was that four of these names matched up with the names of Grandma’s siblings.
Further Discoveries
Suddenly hopeful, I called Grandma. I asked her if the name Milton E. Page sounded familiar. She said, “Yes, that is my brother’s name.” Of course, I knew it wasn’t her brother listed on the census. Then she remembered that her father said he had named all of his children after his own siblings. Tears began to run down my cheeks. We had found them!
After talking to Grandma, I started looking through my notes and couldn’t find anything. I finally looked in my Chicago phone lists, where I came upon the name Milton E. Page Jr.
I immediately called the number. The elderly lady who answered the phone turned out to be the daughter of Milton E. Page Jr., who was deceased. I told her I thought I was a relative and asked her to tell me about her grandfather.She went through the family one by one.
Finally she said, “There was one uncle who went down to Mexico with his family.” As soon as she said that, I knew we were related. I began to cry. I told her the uncle she mentioned was my great-grandfather Albert. She could hardly believe it. She said as a little girl she had written to her cousins in Mexico. Then she added,
“I never knew why I kept Daddy’s name in the phone book for over fifty years, until now. I just always felt that I should.” The phone book was the link I had needed.
The End of the Search
I spent several hours on the phone listening to stories and taking notes. I finally asked her if I could come and visit. Hesitantly, she said yes. Two weeks later I was on the road with my mother, wife, and daughter.
Our hostess was genial, but she was evasive when we asked for additional information. Her story kept changing regarding the whereabouts of a family Bible. On the fourth night, she must have realized we were not after money, and she pointed to the Bible on the bookshelf.
As I opened the family Bible, a picture fell out and my mother picked it up. She immediately began to sob. It was the man in her dreams: my great-great-grandfather Milton Edwin Page, Albert’s father.
With the documentation from the family Bible, we were able to go to the Ogden Utah Temple and complete the ordinances for 42 people.
The Lord had been working to bring their history to light long before I was born. At last, my grandma and the rest of my family knew about her relatives, with the help of the Lord and a visit from Milton.