64 years ago...

A young couple snuck off to Elko, Nevada to elope. There they met up with a Justice Of the Peace who just happened to be a hunchback. All he really even seen of this very young couple were the shoes that they wore. In fact he remembered the shoes so well that when my Dad and Mom returned to Elko to be witnesses at another elopement about a month later the Justice of the Peace said "I think I recognize those shoes".
Even though Dad is gone I can not help but think about them both today.
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad.



This is the wall quilt I made for them on their 50th wedding anniversary the link to the quilt and its meaning is here.

http://whitey-skunkhollow.blogspot.com/2008/08/golden-wedding-anniversary-quilts.html

Celebration of *Eighty Years*

This Quilt

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOM!

This is Mom and Dad the day I got married what a nice looking couple they made! Mom just want to tell you how much love you !

Through The Years

Seventy-Five to be exact! This is Dennis's lovely mother Ora Lee it is her birthday today. She grew up in Idaho then migrated down to Utah where she met a handsome young man from Monroe. I guess you could say it was love at first site and they have been together ever since .





It is hard to talk about one with out the other they really go hand in hand.
The love they show for each other and the family is truly an inspiration for us all. Her devotion to her faith, her husband and all her family is amazing. She was a New Born Intensive Care nurse for many years flying out to the four corner states transporting premature babies back to the University of Utah Hospital. She put in long hard hours helping save such tiny lives. And still enjoys taking care of some of her newest additions to the family tree!

This picture was taken at their Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary with some of the great-grandchildren I think I have lost count as to how many have been added and soon to be added what a legacy!
This is the all the grandchildren and some spouses .
And of course Little Miss Sunshine who lights up her life one day of the week when they spend time together. Happy Birthday Mom you have been there throughout they years for me you have helped me through some hard times and I thank you , love Clydene.

Memory Box

Cheryl had an idea for Mom's birthday it was for all the kids to come up with a written memory. She asked Kadie and Kari to help out with her idea. Kari decorated up this little box with paint, paper, vinyl lettering and some little embellishments that now holds all the written memories of the grandchildren and great- grandchildren for her to read and enjoy. Thanks girls you did a great job.

Feelin-Great-At-Seventy-Eight

Here is a slide show from Moms party was waiting to get another few pictures but Aunt Sue told me to hustle so when I get the pictures I am waiting for I will re-post it. If you would like to check out the book that I made for my Mom go here .

iT's gReAt tO bE sEvEnTy EiGhT

Can you believe this lady is going to be 78 and she has no and I mean no gray hair! (well maybe just a titch) It's not that us girls have not tried to give her some and no Kacy does not color her hair. Since my sis Denice was coming in from the cheese state to visit we thought it was a good time to throw Mom a little party. I have been busy making up a little surprise for her and Kacy made up this cute invite. We all had such fun when we all got together recently for Uncle Tom's 80th birthday that we thought let's do it again soon. I think it was one of Mom's cousins that stated *It's a lot more fun getting together for birthdays than for funerals!* I agree with that so we are going to party.


Happy Birthday Mom!

THIS OLD TRUNK the best Mothers Day ever

This Old Trunk

Don’t be fooled by this old trunk, I’m sure you could not guess,
It lived a very different life quite some time ago and yet....
It used to be a big brown piano, many years ago,
Played by a beautiful mother who loved her children so.

As fate would have it, her parting came all too soon,
Giving up a mother’s dream, …never to play another tune.
She didn’t want to leave that day, but a special call came,
Leaving behind her children, things would never be the same.

Over the years the memory of her music would ring through and through,
In the home of her second daughter whose talents matched her mother’s too.
As three generations ran their fingers over the black and white keys,
Playing the simple songs,....she surely would have been pleased.

Fate took its toll on the old brown piano, no more could it sing,
No more could it play the music that was fit for a king.
What could you do with an old piano whose life had come to an end?
The heart of this old piano would soon be on the mend.

Given to your youngest daughter to fix and appreciate it’s worth,
A grand-daughter who knew Grandma, before she came to earth.
A gentleman with many talents and skills would help renew,
And now it is a memory box filled with none too few,.....

The photographs of loved ones and mementos placed inside,
To remind us of “Her” music that fate could not and would not hide.
The talents of this special Angel, the one you called Mother,
Will always and forever be in the hearts of all those who knew her.



Written for Mom, Nadine on - Mother’s Day 5/2004

My Grandmother was Hattie Ina Heiner Fry, she died at the early age leaving behind three sons and three daughters the youngest being two years of age. She had many talents singing, sewing and playing the piano was just a few. I was born several years after her death, I really missed out on getting to know an amazing woman. This is the story of her piano.



This piano had been left to my Aunt DiAnne , she is my Mom's sister. Not only did DiAnne play , her children and grandchildren have played upon this old piano. Then as fate would have it, while on vacation my Aunts house sprung a leak of the worst kind doing much damage to her home and possessions . She was broken hearted to see what had happened especially to her Mother's piano. It was beyond repair when she told me the story I told her maybe she could recycle it??Well the next thing I new she had professional piano movers delivering to my house to my garage. She said it was mine to do what ever I wanted to do with it ,,,, what have I gotten my self into I thought. Then one day Dennis and I started to tear it apart, it moaned and groaned in the worst way almost crying out in pain ( that sounds a little dramatic?) did we really think we could make something of it. Dennis is a carpenter by trade with his skill we worked hard and turned it into a trunk and two lamps and we still have parts left over for future who knows what. I gave the trunk to my Mom so she could put all her photos in it, she also got one of the lamps the other I gave to my Aunt DiAnne. In side the lid of the trunk I placed my Grandmother's picture along with the poem that I and others helped with. I still remember the emotion and spirit that was in the room the day that we presented it to my Mom it was truly the best Mother's Day in my life.

A Daisy A Day

This is a wall hanging quilt that I made for Mom this past Mother's Day.

 

 

 



Daisy A Day

He remembers the first time he met her
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he held her
And the night that she came to his bed

He remembers her sweet way of singing'
Honey has something' gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin'
And the reason he wrote her this song

I'll give you a daisy a day dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

They would walk down the street in the evening'
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eye

As a kid they would take me for candy
And I loved to go tagging' along
We'd hold hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing her his song

I'll give you a daisy a day dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

Now he walks down the street in the evening'
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he's believin'
He's holding' her hand like before

For he feels all her love walked' with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day

I'll give you a daisy a day dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

This a picture of my beautiful Mom it was taken at the time her and Dad were getting married.
Daisies of course are her favorite flower, which then makes this her favorite song that my Dad would sing to her. At the graveside of my Dad all the grand children and great grand children placed a daisy on top of his casket as they were saying their goodbyes. click on link and you can listen to the song. http://solosong.net/daisy.html