EMILY FAY THERNING DOTSONThis is a tribute to my Grandma Dotson. One who loved her fellowmen for 90 years, slipped peacefully from us to her heavenly Father on her husband's 89th birthday, December 16, 2007, at her home in Minersville, Utah. Emily Fay Therning Dotson was the beloved wife of 65 years to Ruben W Dotson whom she married September 16, 1942 in the Salt lake LDS
Temple. Loving mother of 6 children: Nicholas(Colleen) Dotson, Jeanne Caldwell(Bryce Gale), Beth (Nelson) Ashworth, Faye(Dan)Price, April(Gary) Elmer, and Jolyn (Joey) Leko, an example of goodness and light to 20 grandchildren, 46 great, and 2 great, great grandchildren. She was a beautiful sister to Rea (Neal) Carter, Venla(Harvey) Gee, and Olena (Morris) Tullgreen.A smart, tow headed "cotton-top" daughter of John Knud and Mabel Wayman Therning.
Emily was born February 24, 1917 in Holladay, Utah. She grew up in Bluebell , Utah. A faithful member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, she served in the Northern States Mission(where she met Ruben). She served as a Sunday School Teacher, in Stake Primary, Stake Relief Society, and Mutual. She and Ruben served as St George Temple workers for 8+ years. For 90 years she never missed a Sunday meeting unless she was sick in bed. Emily worked in the Minersville Post office 32 years, 5 as Postmaster. She loved to read and learn about the world around her. She enjoyed doing genealogy and calling and sending cards to cheer others. Her shining example of love will be missed. Funeral services were held Friday, December 21, 2007 at noon at the Minersville LDS Chapel. During the services, my mom talked about how all Grandma talked about all she wanted was to have her grandchildren know how much she loved the gospel. When I was going through a depressing time with my knee surgeries, she would call me a few times a week. She would say, "We are in good shape for the shape we are in." I knew that she was in pain but she would never complain about it. She was a big influence in me to help me be positive. I was in a lot of pain and I tried not to complain because I wanted to be like her.
This is one of her favorite poems,
Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem ( may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.
And saw, within the monlight of his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom.
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"-The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered 'The names of those who love the Lord.'
'And is mine one?' said Abou spoke more low,
But cherly still: and said 'I pray thee then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.'
The angel wrote, and vanished.
The next night
It came again with a great awakening light,
And showed the names who love of God had blessed.
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
I Love you , Grandma.
