Cousins for me an only child were like sisters I never had...
Friday, March 7, 2014
Whether you were raised by parents, grandparents or someone else, their example definitely molded you. Sheila Sapp of St. George tells us about her mom’s qualities: My mother Donna Park York was a living angel to say the very least. She was always there when you needed her and yet always helping others. Her mom died when my mom was six years old. I often wondered if that was why mom tried so hard and was such a good mother, because she wanted to make our lives everything hers was not. Always taking care of others whether it was food or personal care for them, she never slept. Didn’t have time, she seemed to have too much to accomplish here on this earth.
There was a cannery and railroad tracks across from State Street in Orem, Utah where I lived. Word of mouth got out to the men (hobos) who hitched a ride on the train that there was a lady in Orem who would feed them. Many times in my youth, there would be someone down and out, knocking on our back door. Mom would tell them to wait while she’d prepare them food. My dear sweet mom passed away at the age of sixty accomplishing much here on earth in a short span of years.
Juanita Robbins of St. George remembers with fondness the influence of her grandparents in Douglas, Georgia. Raymond Carver was a kind tender-hearted man, as was his son, Bazie, my father. Once when grandpa had to punish the boys for something they had done, he told them that it would hurt him more than them. This was hard for them to conceive. He had them bend over the side of the porch and used a razor strap to spank them. Not long afterwards, he was found out by the barn wiping tears from his eyes.I remember when I was in my early teens, taking a bus to and from Douglas by myself to stay with my grandmother Nancy Carver for a week or two at a time. While there I made friends with a neighbor girl. She invited me to go on a hayride with a group of young people. My grandmother wouldn’t let me go. She said this girl was wild. No amount of crying or pouting would change her mind. I was later grateful for Grandma’s watching over me. Her intentions were good. NEXT TIME: Example of Parents.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
|BYU Ballet Theatre on tour visited our town recently|
|Their program featured excerpts from several popular ballets|
|Children-boys and girls were invited early to meet the dancers|
|At intermission time, children were invited to dance on stage with the performers|
|What fun for the kids who came in princess and prince's costumes|
|No set steps just dancing spontaneously with the ballet dancers|
|Makes you want to be young again but it was fun watching the kids joy|
|There were many participants who came with their parents to this cultural evening|
|Time for the college dancers to exit for the rest of the program|
|Proud moms and wantabe ballerinas posed for the cameras|
|A lovely experience reminded me of my dancing days years ago|
Monday, March 3, 2014
New store in town ROCKET FIZZ-candy and soda pop...
|Time to explore a new shop in town, where candy bars are only $5 each!|
|Any kind of pop you can imagine, only $10 for 6 bottles!|
|Don't ever bring your kids or grand kids here...|
|Ah memories from the past, it was a different time then...|
|Lots of cute signs and posters from the past|
|Any flavor you're interested in, they have for a PRICE!|
|Penny candy like this costs $6 for a small bag full|
|Stonecutters Ice Cream next door has this fun handle...|
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Time MARCHES faster the older you get.
It takes all my energy just to keep up.
No time for stumbling or hesitating.
Keep up the pace or be LEFT BEHIND.
So as I'm hurrying to catch up,
it's important to be sure I'm FOLLOWING
the right leader who's going where
I want to go in a POSITIVE way.
In today's world, it's too easy
to get caught up in PESSIMISM
or CRITICISM and stop growing.
Change is the name of the game.
Lead or be led, but always
be aware of where the PATH
is taking you, IF its destination
fits your values and views.
Friday, February 28, 2014
|Sunriver Parade of Homes outside design-across the street from model|
|Model home entrance-casita on the right in front|
|Casita for guests is elegant and separate from the house|
|Casita opens to front entry to house, lovely guest accommodations|
|Casita bathroom complete with shower, etc.|
|Chest of drawers for casita, love the decor.|
|Entrance to house from the garage.|
|Office with no papers, computers, books or mess!|
|Extra bathroom, love the browns and decor-no mess again!|
|Master bedroom opens to the patio outside|
|View from the back patio and master bedroom|
|Lovely place for an afternoon or evening meal with a view|
|Dining area with a dramatic flair|
|Kitchen in the great room that opens to the living area|
|Living room with tile floors and area rugs-no flat screen tv anywhere|
|Pine Valley mountains in the distance|
|Front entryway, this house can be yours for only $400,000+|
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Talented Marilyn Ball from St. George captures her family memories in poems about her youth. Poetry seems to condense experiences into their essence and captures in just a few words emotions and experiences to share. See if you can picture this chair from Marilyn’s home in the Uintah Basin and understand her mother’s many sacrifices on a remote ranch raising the family.
THE GHOST OF A CHAIR
I can still feel the chair,
smell its dusty rose brocade,
see the pressure spot where
Mother often laid her hand.
For someone who traveled less
than fifty miles in seventeen years
it was more than a luxury.
It was tears and young days gone
orever, a symbol of good times,
better cattle prices, the war’s end.
Now a companion in my kitchen
it is like a vision blending
with the other chairs. /
Somewhere back in my brain
tears begin; I see mother’s pride
in her one good piece of furniture
and the ghost of her in that chair makes
me sweat when I spend a dollar.
Another reader Sue Stevenson-Leth of St. George is a gifted writer who tells us about her grandmother HELEN VIOLA JACKSON KENT 1879-1971. Grandmother was 60 years old when I was born––which gives her diaries such great significance. A valuable source of information about her youth and early family life. At the age of sixty she seemed very young to me. I would guess her to be 5’2” or maybe I saw her as short because my grandfather was so tall and thin. From a child’s perspective she was warm, soft and offered protection. Always wore a clean apron and a few tendrils of hair trailed down the back of her neck from the bun on top of her head. Her clothes were moderate––solid colors, lace at the collar, a clean handkerchief always clasped in her hand. Her black shoes laced with moderate heels. She never wore polka-dots, even though her personality could afford it. Don’t you want to read more about this special grandmother?
Last call for stories about your grandparents, then we’re moving on to stories about your parents. Don’t let your grandparent or parent’s legacy be lost. Talk about them to your posterity, write their stories down and show their photos to your family. (Love to have my blog readers contribute-just leave your stories in a comment.) NEXT TIME: What’s Your Heritage?