OK, here goes -For a long time I have been wanting a place for our family to gather no matter the time of day or the place on earth each of us may be. Ray has been wanting a way for all of us to relate stories of our family, especially of Eddie & Thelia, so the younger generation will have that sense of heritage. Since Andi has gotten me started on blogging and face book as a way to journal and keep in touch I pondered with her and we (OK, she) came up with this idea. Each of you will be able to enter this place and anytime you wish will be able to post a story or memory of our parents - Grandpa or Gramma to some, Sister to Aunt Nelda, Great Grandpa & Gramma to others, but dearly loved by all of us. The lessons learned at their guidance are a valuable gift, and those of us who have tales and insights into their personalities can now share with those who maybe don't have those memories.
This vehicle will also allow us to link your blog, or personal/family website so all of us can keep up with each other. I will be the administrator of the site, so any questions or addresses of your blog or website needs to be directed to me. My phone # is 435-467-0303 and my email is paulajhall@hotmail.com - please put Our Heritage in the subject line. If you think someone in your family may have been left off, you will need to send me their email address so I can send an invitation to them to join us.
I'm really excited about this, and hope you will use this place to
* enlighten * entertain * educate * and be excited too!
Love you all to pieces...
Love you all to pieces...
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Here goes- I think I found the right place to leave some graffitti.
I have 2 memories that rival for the first in relation to Mom and I'm not sure of the sequence. I'm sure Lyle can add some details on this first one. I remember going to the hospital when Beth was born. They didn't allow fathers to attend the delivery let alone tolerate siblings in the hospital ward so Dad took us to the window of Mom's room and held me up so I could see. I really didn't see Beth but I remember being glad to see my Mom. Glad didn't last long because we had to leave before someone came to tell us we couldn't do what we were doing and it was forever before Mom could come home. (They used to stay in the hospital for a week after delivery.) It seems like we took the horses to the hospital - Lyle?? I could have several stories running together.
My next memory is going out with Mom to take some peelings to the sheep. We were living in Mesa (the "new" house on eighth street. Was it green?) I remember the barn being to the west of the house across a small field or garden spot. Anyway, we went out to the barn and Mom went in the pen to dump the peelings in the trough and as she bent over the buck butted her in the rear and toppled her into the trough. She was so mad! She swore me to secrecy about her encounter and only now do I dare divulge these details! That's probably where I got the "S" word she used to say printed on my brain. Is that the first word that comes to anyone else mind when something makes you mad?
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