As written by brother William Jesse Robertson (1955):

"Bessie Edith Mildred Robertson was also born in the little blue house by the rail road track January 24th, 1898. As a little girl, she was truely a darling. She had blue eyes and light, slightly wavy blond hair. Her winning smile and pleasant ways distinguished her and won her many friends throught her life.

"On August 11th, 1923, she was married to Lawrence Phelps and to them was born two children Gail and Keith. Sister Ada and Mildred were close to one another both as to age and childhood activities so I am including here Ada's account of Mildred's death:'

Apt L, 4851 Brighton Ave.,
San Diego 7, California
June 28th 1954

'As you know, Mildred and I were always close to each other. As girls we went together to school. We grew up and chumed together. Her friends were my friends. Our secrets were mutual. One of my deepest regrets is that I didn't get to be with her before she had the stroke.

'Apparently, she was getting along fine. She had eaten a good dinner and told Dad how much she enjoyed it and Dad had turned away from her to do something when it happened. It effected her one side and she wasn't able to make her words understandable.

'But there was something she wanted us to know[...]How we all tried to understand, but she died with out us ever knowing. The cause of her death has made me often wonder. Altho on her death certificate the doctor stated the primary cause was ulcers, we were all aware a bad heart was involved.

'While living she and I never tired of talking about things that both of us shared and loved. I remember the last time she came to Le Roy, she came in a car with Fairy Swartz and her husband. They brought two big dogs with them in the back seat. She laughed about it and when she got back to Chicago, she wrote me a letter, thanking us for such a beautiful day.

'She said, "Ada, it was worth fighting those dogs on the trip to be there with you and talk things over like we did." While we were together that day, we took a ride all over Le Roy, to the cemetery and to the place where the little blue house had stood where so many of we kids were raised and has since burned down. I don't think we missed a thing. We lived again our childhood and later when we grew up.

'Whe she passed thru the "valley" we were all there except Keith who had gone to school. She was always a good mother and never became undaunted in her faith in God. If she was living today, she would be very proud of Gail and Keith.' "

As a child, Bessie Edith took a fancy to the name Mildred. Her family and friends entertained her by calling her by that name, and it stuck.

Mildred was 43 year old at the time of her death.