Hugh Millar's Testimony - as told March 8, 2006

I just have gotten on your website, and read the first couple of chapters.  It made my heart thrill when I read about that old Irish man, and his testimony.  Especially dear to my heart, as my Grampa professed in Belfast.  I'll share a little of his story - I don't know too much!


He went into the work, and was at a convention peeling potatoes (in Ireland) when another brother worker came running in, saying, "They're asking for volunteers to go to America!"  He dropped his potato peeler, and ran in and volunteered.  He came over on a ship to Ellis Island in 1908.  Have you ever looked up the ships' manifests?  I found his.  Very interesting:  There were 8 workers.  The oldest was Dave Lyness.  All put down their occupation as 'evangelist,' and all had $25, and all were going to the same address in Pennsylvania.


So he came here, and he is in a few of the old worker pictures I've seen.  Worked mostly in the mid-west - not sure - but I heard him and his companion were the first to go to Kentucky.


Later, he went blind, and my grandmother who had been in the work, was unable to continue, and so the workers 'arranged' for them to marry, and asked them to travel to California, where there was a need for an open home.  When the train got to Denver, they were met by workers there, this would be somewhere around 1920, I'm thinking, and were told, "Please stay here!  We need an open home here, too!"  So they lived there - mostly in Pueblo, then on a ranch east of there, then in Canyon City.  My dad was born and raised there.


Five years ago, I visited Viola Friedley in the care home in Merced, CA.  Her mind was as sharp as could be with those old memories.  She remembered my grandparents arriving by bus, and walking to the convention grounds (owned by her parents), near Denver.  He said when my dad was three, he walked up to her and said, "Hello!  I am Roy Hugh Millar!"  And she mimicked him with a lisp and baby talk and all! What a sweet lady - she was about 94, and could remember that!


My grandfather's name was Hugh Henry Millar, and my grandmother's was Grace Burrill (although her last name was spelled wrong on one worker's picture - I think it was spelled Burrel).


Sorry this has gotten long, but just wanted to let you know I have a special 'heritage' in truth connected to Colorado, and am so looking forward to reading your book!