tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76892907540309066302024-03-18T20:39:04.663-07:00billmathewsfamilydeb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.comBlogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-72681059640099490752023-01-06T06:57:00.002-08:002023-01-06T06:57:25.933-08:008 Months<div>Yesterday Sadee turned eight months old. The other day I was thinking about the past eight months and how in some ways it seems like so long ago and other times it seems like it was just yesterday. </div>
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Last week I had the Early Childhood Intervention people come out and evaluate Sadee. She was not rolling or baring weight on her legs. They came and evaluated her motor skills and in all other areas. My doctor had said we should wait until her nine month appointment, but I didn't want to wait till then. I wanted to start her on any exercises or whatever earlier rather than later. <br />
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To qualify for their program, Sadee had to be delayed by 2 months or more. Her results? She is just fine. The physical therapist said her score was 6 months for motor skills, but since she was not technically 8 months she did not qualify. She also was not worried about her. She felt like she wasn't baring weight because she didn't want to, not because she couldn't. She felt that way because Sadee will stand, but just will not push up to a standing position. <br />
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In the past 2 weeks she has started to roll more and can almost push her self into a crawling position. For the longest time she would not roll. If put her on her tummy, she would immediately roll to her stomach and just stay there. But now she is rolling more and more. <br />
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She seems to have grown up so much over the last few weeks. She is more interactive with us. Not that she was never not interactive. I have never been worried about her emotional or social development. She has always been very alert and aware. She just has changed and I don't really know how to describe it. <br />
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She is such a joy. Right now she has a pretty yucky cold. Her nose is just a faucet and her right eye is very watery. When she is sick I have noticed that she does not eat much baby food. She prefers to just nurse.<br />
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I am not a girl of many words or one who can really articulate, but I just <span style="font-size: large;"><b>absolutely</b></span> love this little girl. It is amazing how much we can love. I remember when I was pregnant with Kael and was worried I wouldn't love him as much as I love Kloey. I just couldn't see how that would be possible. One look at him and I knew how silly I was. Our Heavenly Father is amazing and has given us a wonderfully endless capacity to love. <br />
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Ben asked me today if I was ready to add another one. To my mom's dismay, I have to say that I am close. (She thinks they should be 3 years apart, but I don't.) I don't think our family is complete. I would love to say I know that there are a few little brothers waiting, but who knows. TammeNBenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06183798703572801975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-74049399084614321462021-09-28T12:14:00.003-07:002021-09-28T12:14:48.087-07:00Seminary--Dad<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> Daddy's old slogan when he taught early morning seminary for 8 years was "</span><u style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">Commitment, Devotion, Dedication,"</u><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> (At some point his students bought him a sweat shirt that had his slogan written on it.) He sure bought a lot of donuts during those years. Bill touched a lot of lives both in Reno and in California. He occasionally gets calls from some of them or they stop by. A few years back one of his Reno students compiled memories of the 4 years he taught there by contacting many students and asking them to write of their memories. Very nice. Dad has it saved. It should be included in his story. </span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </div><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span></p><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Mom had seminary released time during school hours. I don't think I appreciated it as much as Dad's students did. Seminary was part of the school curriculum in Cache Valley. </div>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-45750013508876481382021-09-24T15:27:00.002-07:002021-09-24T15:27:10.989-07:00From Grandma Arlynn's journal when Deb was born...<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">T</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">hese are notes from Grandma Arlynn's journal when Debbie was born. Nice to read her thoughts regarding you guys! Much love from me Mom</span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br clear="all" /><div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr">Rosemary Mathews</div></div></div></div><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Grandma Olsen was given a journal for mother’s day in 1982 and she kept it faithfully until 1985. It’s possible there are other journals out there, but this is all I’ve found so far.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I have been scanning the first few pages and found some entries I thought you might enjoy.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">May 24th Bill called at 8:30 to tell us Rosie had a baby girl. Born at 6pm weighted 7 lb 10 oz.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">May 25th We went over to the Brigham City Hospital to see Rosemary and baby girl. She’s a little doll. Lots of brown hair. We picked up Timmy and Ben at the neighbors and brought them home for a few days. Their full of life, but are so sweet with each other. Good kids.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">May 27th I washed the boys clothes and in the afternoon went to the doctors for a reading on my blood pressure. My heart was still beating irregular but my pressure was down to 170 over 86.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">May 29th I cleaned house and washed so the boys clothes would be clean to take home. They were so happy to be going home to see their new baby sister. After supper we took them back to Brigham. They had really missed their parents and Luke, Marlies and Becky. They were so happy with the new baby. She’s a little doll. We were glad that we could tend them while Rose was in the hospital. They are sure lively guys but were good kids.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I’m guessing there are other entries but these are just the first few pages. She talks about Brian’s graduation from Law School in May as well as my 21st birthday. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">On mother’s day she said “received lovely gifts and cards. I am so grateful for our families. Each one is so precious!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">She was quite the lady. Sure do love her!!! </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Love Leeaine</span></p>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-23262324174815377122021-09-24T15:24:00.001-07:002021-09-24T15:24:40.120-07:00Genealogical Questions 16 &17<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><u>Did you ever go hungry as a child? </u></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Bill:</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">No. My favorite foods were mush (cereal) and steak (both of my parents cooked.)</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">My favorite dishes that Mom cooked were spaghetti and chili. Mom use to go to work when as a family we needed something. Often, she would continue working once she got established in a job. Dad never talked about money. </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">My Dad never went hungry even though he was alive during the depression. His Dad worked for the Government as the Assistant to the Attorney General and later was elected as the Attorney General when Bill was about 8. But the family had what they needed when Woody was a child. </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">My Mother did suffer during the depression. Her Mother was always on church welfare as she was divorced before Lorraine was born. Lorraine use to eat bread and milk for breakfast, lunch and dinner when there was nothing else. Lily Mae's family had a farm so she could always get milk and flour to make bread. Lorraine would have to go to the welfare building to pick up the food they got because her Mother, Lily Mae, was ashamed to go. Lorraine wasn't able to have children until after her teeth were pulled. She told both Bill and Rosemary it was because she was malnourished as a child.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Rosemary: </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">No, I never went hungry. Infact, I probably had too much to eat because I was chubby. When Mom died, I suppose my Dad wished he could go hungry because as his cook, I fixed lots of hot dogs and fish sticks. (Even though our freezer was full of beef and pork). You see, I didn't know how to cook meat. At 11, that summer's 4H classes taught us how to use hot dogs. Hot dogs in eggs, hot dogs and fried potatoes. Dad finally said "Rosemary, I think I have had enough hotdogs." So, then I started on fish sticks. When Arlynn came to live with us 18 months after my mom died, Arlynn fixed meat and potatoes every day for dinner. Dad and I both loved that. </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I also loved the school lunch meals. Emily was the older lady that cooked lunch at the Paradise Elementary School. I remember gazing in wonder at the huge potato whipper that made mashed potatoes. I also remember her cinnamon rolls. It makes my mouth droll just to think about them.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dad encourages me to tell you this story: When we were on our honeymoon, Dad wanted to impress me. So, he took me out to dinner at Fisherman's Wharf. He ordered for me because I had not grown-up eating fish (except for fish sticks.) He ordered Crab alle Neurenberg for me. He knew I liked gravy and creamy things. Dad order a Sword Fish Steak for himself. When the meal came, I was really looking forward to it. The waiter set my food in front of me first and after an alarmed expression I loudly said <b>"what have you done to me"</b>. Everyone around us turned to look at us. Dad said, here I'll trade with you. I agreed, thinking "now that's better". He was really embarrassed. </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><u>What were your favorite toys?</u></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Bill:</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">We lived in Herlong California until I was 4. I got a tiny steam roller. They were constructing roads where we lived and they were using a great big steam roller. I use to get my tiny steam roller and play alongside where they were constructing the road. I got an electric train when I was about 8. I had a lot of fun with that. My sister got a wind-up train and I never thought about how I was privileged over her until typing this up. </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The rest of the time, my favorite toy was a basketball.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Rosemary:</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I loved dollies. I can't remember names for sure, but I think one was called a "tony doll". She was beautiful. Burnette hair. I am quite surprised that the name came to my mind. After all, it has been 65 years since I have thought about a doll. I also loved paper dolls. Sharon and I played with these kinds of dolls all of the time.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><img class="CToWUd a6T" data-image-whitelisted="" size="172867" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0?ui=2&ik=4f0bab157e&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1695871169366258996&th=1788f1d7eae6f534&view=fimg&sz=s0-l75-ft&attbid=ANGjdJ-TAUjxhCPYnOfYf60ND3BpHrIYxHLRtITQMU2wETON5l6B8CORcftKKpnIGxqdA3WR-u3RFBp6OHMEP24P7OKuthWYQqETytMXNqkFcGNkBWeEJQasrF8XgaM&disp=emb&realattid=17824a020a2ea654a7f1" style="cursor: pointer; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; width: 405px;" tabindex="0" /><img class="CToWUd a6T" data-image-whitelisted="" size="195271" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0?ui=2&ik=4f0bab157e&attid=0.2&permmsgid=msg-f:1695871169366258996&th=1788f1d7eae6f534&view=fimg&sz=s0-l75-ft&attbid=ANGjdJ8Ay3UPliwNZXJdqQbG4vd6yP6jWoGxebn40__kQpn9whqlPEBQf5d4jz4kI0SJqDEH7MWZgoeSD0_OMEjY8_KU4bzJcKXxXWXHcSGlh19Eeaw58eXvK_o38sw&disp=emb&realattid=17824a020a2ea654a7f2" style="cursor: pointer; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; width: 405px;" tabindex="0" /><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I was really spoiled at Christmas time when my Mom was alive. I was the only child still at home. However, once she was gone, I spent my sad Christmas alone with my Dad. He gave me a Lone Ranger Game and a blue bathrobe. I was still not sure if there was a real Santa Claus; I soon found out there wasn't. Dixie gave me a beautiful ballerina doll one Christmas. I still have it. I want Kloey to have it as my oldest granddaughter.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">John use to give me books. I liked that. He gave me a book right after Mother died. Something to the effect "everything a Mother would want you to know". It was sweet. I'm not sure if I actually read it. For Christmas he gave me several different volumes of the "Little House on the Prairie" books. Maybe that is why I still love that show. I am sure I would have put my Zane Grey novels aside for Little House.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">After Mom died, I loved my horse. Dixie, my horse, wasn't exactly a toy, but I rode her a lot. I would leave her tied up at the fence during the day; that way I could ride her up to the yard to dump vegetable skins, etc. to the pigs or I could ride her to the Thomas Market that was 1/2 block away from our house. I would leave her standing to the side of the steps that led to the market and then go in and make a purchase. I would expect her to wait there for me (Like Silver, the Lone Ranger's horse) without being tied up. It worked pretty well. I remember taking eggs to the store and trading them for candy. I don't think Dad ever knew. (There is a picture of this Market in the Archives of Cache Valley. <span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Sans; font-size: 14px;">A-0437a: Paradise, Utah, Mae E. Thomas store. Lot 5 Block 22 Plat A, Built 1894</span></div>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-83534446592263828182021-09-24T15:22:00.002-07:002021-09-24T15:22:23.690-07:00Gen 18&19<p> </p><ol style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 40px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><li style="box-sizing: border-box;">What were your favorite games?</li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;">Was there any fashion that you liked the most?</li></ol><div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dad: </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><ol><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Basketball was my favorite sport. (He played City League and Church Basketball until he was about 55 years old.) I played almost every day in my backyard. Most of the time by myself. Usually, Mathews1 beat Mathews2. (Dad (Woody) built the wooden backboard and we carried it from one house to another. Originally it was on the garage but the ground was uneven so then we moved it to the street. The curb was there. I sprained my ankle a couple of times. Often, I played with my friends Bruce Couch and Dan Augustine (the tuba player.) Because there was only 3 of us, I would stand Bruce and Dan and I won more than I lost.<br />In high school I ran the mile in track. One time I was out running at Stewart Indian School. (It was South of Carson City.) They had a kid that ran the mile and we were pretty good friend. One time we were out running on the back roads at Stewart. We came across a rattlesnake that was crossing the road. We killed it and then I took the snake to school and put it in a girl's locker. I hung it over her coat hanger. The next morning the boys all gathered around watching her to see what would happen. The girl was talking to the rest of her girlfriends. She reached into her locker to get something and touched the snake. When she looked in her locker and saw it, she screamed and ran down the hallway. We boys laughed like crazy. The principal searched for who did it. He never found out. She wrote in the year book (over my picture) about her experience with the snake. Dad is laughing as he tells this story. </li></ol></div><ol start="2" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><li style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 15px;">My favorite fashion was "nude", but I didn't see it very often; I still looked. I never thought of fashion. Fashion is for girls. <br /></li></ol><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mom:</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><ol><li style="margin-left: 15px;">I loved to ride my horse, Dixie. I guess Dad and I are thinking sports. I also played tennis at the court on Paradise Town Square. When in school at Paradise I played softball and volleyball. That was lots of fun and we were pretty successful. However, my favorite "game" as a girl was a dice game called "Skunk". I think it was 6 dice you had to roll at one time and then quickly total the number of points you'd add up from each dice. I became really fast at addition during that time. Even after I married Dad I could total numbers like that very quickly. I think he was rather amazed that I actually had a "math" skill.</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;"> We always wore dresses to school. Both elementary and High School. Darlene, one of my friends from Paradise School, wore huge skirts that her Mom would starch and iron. There was lots of ironing in those days. Our family tradition was to go to Ogden to shop for school clothes. When Arlynn came along the tradition continued. She loved "brown" and favored brown things for me. It didn't go too far, but I remember her first taste was usually brown. In the cold Paradise winter, we wore warm coats, gloves, hats and leggings. Because I was the largest of all of my classmates, I got to test the winter ice to see if it was solid enough for us to go skating. In my early years I remember one day testing the ice along our way home from school. It was not solid and I fell through to the muck and mud beneath the ice sheet. I sunk pretty deep and went home muddy up to the knees of my leggings. It has kind of left a scar in my mind. I'm sure Alyce, my Mom, was not too happy as well. <br /></li></ol><div> While in high school we girls ratted and teased our hair. Yes, we looked like we had helmets on. One of my friends from Paradise turned rather wild and began ratting her hair so much that you could see daylight through it. She also wore lots of makeup. I don't remember wearing makeup in high school.</div><div><br /></div></div><div id="m_1476665614190549099appendonsend" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"></div></div>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-19988224129613601372021-06-06T00:56:00.001-07:002021-06-06T00:56:18.156-07:00Medical concerns<p> Grandpa:</p><p><br /></p><p>diabetic</p><p><br /></p><p>stroke</p><p><br /></p><p>heart disease (stints, later quadruple bypass)</p><p><br /></p><p>blood clots</p><p><br /></p><p>Rm: </p><p><br /></p><p>Trigeminal neuralgia (French name is “tic della rue”) </p><p><br /></p><p>cyclic neutrapinia (low white blood count. Immunity issues) </p><p><br /></p><p>parathyroid disease</p><p><br /></p><p>Grandpa’s highest position was Vice President and General Manager at Teleflex Defense Systems, Spanish Fork Division.</p><p><br /></p><p>His Masters Degree was in Mechanical Engineering. His under graduate degree was in Nuclear Engineering </p><div><br /></div>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-81233894456284534772021-03-02T11:55:00.005-08:002021-03-02T11:55:42.805-08:00Genealogical question 14&15<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dad: Now a days, I like to read Church Doctrine books /and Apostles life stories. A long time ago my favorites were action/ war stories. I read everything from Sparks to WEB Griffith and Louis L'Mour. I have kept paperback books that I purchased while in Brigham City. I have over 2,000 books in our basement now. Some are hardback as well.</span></p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Mom: I like a variety of books. I have really enjoyed histories of the life of Joseph Smith. I am currently working on a large, thick book <u>Joseph, a rough stone rolling</u>. I am also reading <u>Exodus </u>by Leon Urus, <u>The Hobbit</u>, and <u>The Infinite Atonement</u>. I am not putting pressure on myself on any of the books. The religious books especially. I will read a chapter or 5-6 pages and call it good. I like a good adventure story, but try to avoid bad language, torture, and abuse of people. I like a good romance novel and don't mind a bit of war violence. I like historical novels as well. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Favorite Song or Lullaby?</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dad: I enjoy many different categories of songs. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Country and Western, <u>Home on the Range</u>, (hahaha) I like songs by Neal Diamond, Celine Dion, Barbara Streisand, and Whitney Houston. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">My favorite church songs are <u>How Great Thou Art</u> and <u>I stand All Amazed</u>. I loved to sing patriotic songs as well. <u>The Star-Spangled Banner</u> and the State Song <u>Home Means Nevada</u>. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">My favorite opera song that I sang is "<u>Drink Drink Drink</u>" from the Student Prince. I also loved to hear Mom sing <u>Dove Sono</u> from The Marriage of Figaro. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I was in choir while in high school. We had a wonderful male music teacher, Al Saliman. He could walk around the football field on his hands. We sang "<u>No Man is an Island</u> at my high school graduation. It was a joy to sing with Al. When I was at UNR before I went in the Army, I sang with the Institute Choir at church "The Sierra Singers". I remember crying through the song <u>I Need Thee Every Hour</u>." After the Army, I sang in the choir at UNR and I really enjoyed singing the Messiah. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I loved some of Mom's choir songs <u>Amor De Mi Alma </u>by Z. Randall Stroope and <u>Water Night</u> by Eric Whitacre. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">My Mom (Lorraine) sang on the radio when she was a teenager. She sang like a baritone. As she got older, she sang like a bass. Mom used to whistle while working around the house. It was really neat.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Speaking of family, our missionaries (Luke, Marlies, Tim and Ben) each sang the same song at their Mission Farewell. I can't remember the name of it, but it had real meaning to our family. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Mom: Music? How do I cover such an important part of my life? I have at least 15 chuck-full scrapbooks describing my musical journey through out mortality. An important thought that I would like to share is that until about a year ago, I never really realized what a special musical gift God had given me (and the opportunities to use it that he placed on my path through life.) I was struck with awe, as the reality of this very special gift from God became clear to me. <u>"I must be someone special to have God<b> trust</b> me with this gift."</u> I thank Father in Heaven every day for this special gift and the other gifts of the Spirit He has given me.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Non classical songs: <u>Medley from Oliver</u> that I sang with 2 very talented friends in Brigham City;<u>Wagon Wheels</u> high school duo with Sandra Obray Sorensen, <u>I Would Trust Her</u> from Pajama Game (duet with my cousin, Kim Allen); <u>My Funny Valentine</u> at a Stake Dance; Several Church solo songs. <u>O That I Were an Angel, The Lord's Prayer, I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked, How Beautiful Upon the Mountains.</u> </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Opera: <u>Donde Lieta</u> from La Boheme (I loved it because it was easy for me). My favorite opera that I performed was <u>Tosca</u>. I performed in over 20 operas during my career. 19 or so roles were the leading lady roles. I still don't know if I have seen as many operas as I have performed. I was so naive. I didn't have an inkling of the great opportunities given to me.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">While preparing for operas or recitals <u>it <b>was</b> so much work</u>, <u>that I found it <b>wasn't</b> so much fun</u>. It was more fun to sing with friends and family and do lighthearted music. </div>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-35916230136603892052021-03-01T18:39:00.003-08:002021-03-01T18:39:41.914-08:00Genealogical 12 & 13<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">Rosemary Mathews</span></p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px; word-spacing: 1px;"><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="ltr" style="border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49);"><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="ltr" style="border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); font-size: 1rem;"><div style="border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49);"><br /></div></div></div></div><u data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">Leisure</u><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">I don't remember any leisure time with my family at the Olsen home in Paradise. My Dad worked so hard during the summer. The only thing I remember him doing was reading around the kitchen table occasionally when it was dark and he couldn't work any more. In the winter he read quite a bit, always magazines which were about farming. He also worked on paying bills. Every night, rain or shine, he watched TV at 10 pm when the news came on. He was especially interested in the weather. He listened to the Farming and Livestock reports on the radio station KVNU and to Paul Harvey's "and now the rest of the Story'' at noon while eating his meat and potatoes (That was dinner on the farm.) He would turn off the radio once the news was over. Arlynn would like to listen to music. He had no interest whatsoever in listening to pop music. </div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">We did occasionally visit long lost relatives who lived in Cache Valley. I would go along with my parents and be soooo bored. But I never complained. I wish so much that I could remember the people we visited. I only had one gramma and we did visit her. I think my Dad tried to visit his Olsen and Oldham Uncles and Aunts. They were always older and seemed lonely. My Dad had a tender heart that way.</div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">I only remember taking one vacation with my family. We went to California. Dixie, Alyce, Lloyd, and the Welches--Harry and Viola. We went to Knox Berry Farm (Disneyland wasn't around then). We stayed with the Mildren and Vernal Norman family in Orange County. I remember the long drive and falling asleep on the shoulder of one of the Welches. There were 6 of us. It was crowded for such a long trip. On the way back we stayed at a motel in Vegas. No freeway at the time. Sometimes I think it may have been on the old Boulder Highway that still exists in Vegas. We travel it occasionally when we are at Becky's house in Henderson. Dad and Mom traveled a bit during the winter. They enjoyed the Farm Bureau Conventions. Alyce and Lloyd traveled to Florida and Cuba to a Farm Bureau Convention in 1956. My Mom was struggling with the first signs of cancer. She didn't know what it was at the time. She died the next May 7, 1957. Lloyd and Arlynn attended Farm Bureau Conventions during their years together.<br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">Chores I didn't like</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">I had a lot of chores. Especially after Mother died. I worked some in the house in 1957, but mostly I helped my Dad outside. I did a variety of things, like moving sprinkling pipes, driving the truck while hay was hauled, mowing the lawn, cleaning eggs, rolling hay bales, etc. I learned to drive a jeep when I was about 11. That made up for some of the work I had to do. I also had a horse, Dixie, which I loved to ride. I found comfort in that horse, even though she bit me once and stepped on my foot another time. I suppose the chores I disliked the most were (1) shoveling wheat and barley from the back of our large hay truck into the large container that held the end of the auger. The auger would then carry the grain up into the silos or grain bins. That work was so itchy, dirty and hot. The grain heads would fasten to my clothes and I would be miserable. (2) moving the sprinkling pipes was a big job. I think Daddy moved them in the morning and it was my job to move them in the evening. Dad would use a tool and grab the sprinkling pipe in the middle to move it to its new location in the field. I would have to take one end and then the other. The problem was when the field had already been harvested, left in the field were sharp, stick-like projections that would scratch and dig into my ankles. That was pretty miserable. (3)cleaning eggs was no fun. I wacked an egg or too and it went mushy in my hand and ran to the floor. One time I found it was easier to simply pull the loose rug over it than to clean the egg up. (Sorry, Grandma Dunn.) Dad always gathered the eggs. I was afraid the chickens would peck me. </div>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-79364564519781136182021-03-01T18:32:00.005-08:002021-03-01T18:32:38.788-08:00Genealogical Question 12&13<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">Dad:</span></p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; word-spacing: 1px;"><u data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="font-size: 1rem;">Leisure</u></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">When I was young my Dad would read to us. Mom read by herself. <br />Dad read Swiss Family Robinson and Robinson Caruso to us. When we got older the only thing that I can remember that we did for leisure was to read. We'd all read by ourselves. My sister read comic books. I would read all kinds of things. <span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;">Dad would take us hunting and fishing. Once in a while Mom would go with us. That ended the time we went up the Carson River and backwoods into the mountains. On the way in Mom warned us about not driving through a bunch of rocks that were on the road. Dad didn't listen to her and drove on and knocked the oil pan off of underneath the car. <span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="background-color: white; display: inline !important; font-size: 1rem;">Mom was really torqued. </span>Dad had to walk into town. He was able to catch a ride. He was looking for a way to fix the pan. The drainage lip on the pan was bent and all of the oil drained out. </span><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;">Dad worked very hard at trying to repair the lip. He soldered all around it. He also bought a thermos plug that is used as a stopper for bottles. <span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="background-color: white; display: inline !important; font-size: 1rem;">We were way back in the mountains for 2-3 days while he fixed it. </span> I went fishing while he worked. Carol played around the camp. Mom "sort of" forgave him. </span><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;">We started home. On the way we drove over some sage brush and it wrecked all of his hard work. Then he took the stopper and put it in the pan and IT WORKED! It only took about 10 minutes. Then we drove all of the way home. </span><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;">That was the last time Mom went with us. </span><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;">Dad and I went deer hunting a lot. We really enjoyed it. We didn't usually take drinks. (Dad would drink his coffee.) If I was getting thirsty my Dad would tell me to put a stone in my mouth and suck on it. It would delay my need for water. Usually on Sunday afternoons we'd all go for a ride together and look for birds. Red winged and yellow headed black birds. That was an enjoyable time. We usually sang.</span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><u data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="font-size: 1rem;">Front Porch</u></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">When I was in the 7th grade Carol and I would sleep outside on the porch in the summer. It was really warm inside because we didn't have any air conditioning. When I was a freshman at Carson High School Carol went in the house. I stayed out "for as long as I could". I ended up staying out all year. I hadn't planned to stay out that long. My Dad suggested that if I put canvas over my blankets, I would stay warmer. Dad put some sort of a blind over the porch screen so that the water wouldn't come in. I had the "blind" up in the summer and down in the winter. I stayed there all year round for 3-4 years. Mom made sure that I made my bed every day. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; word-spacing: 1px;"><u data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" style="font-size: 1rem;">Work</u></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; word-spacing: 1px;"><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;">When I was about 14 we put a new furnace in our home on Spear Street. </span><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;">We were changing the furnace from coal to oil.</span><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;"> All of the work had to be done under the house.</span><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;">The crawl space under the house was pretty tight. I hated this job. We could only crawl on our tummies. The tubing was in four-foot lengths and had to run from the furnace to all the rooms in the house. We had to tape every junction and all of the elbows while under the house. We made holes in the flooring of the house in order to connect the elbows to the heat vents. Every joint had to be connected. We worked on it from when Dad got home in the evening from work and all-day Saturday and Sunday. I remember it as the least favorite because I remember only working and not playing at all. I lost my temper and told Dad *"I have got to go out and play". I ran out the door and went over and played basketball with Bruce Couch. </span><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">Later, during the remodeling of the house, we tore out lathe and plaster walls and put-up wall board. We changed the living room and the dining room into one room. We tore out the wall between the kitchen and the pantry and the wall between the kitchen and the back porch. We remodeled the bathroom and put in a shower. All of these remodel "jobs" required a claw hammer, a wrecking bar and more. Dad didn't know anything about electricity. It was trial and error. Dad figured out how to get the electricity to the back porch and kitchen. We put in a new electric stove. We put in some paneling. (The remodeling was a huge job.) The back porch was my bedroom before we remodeled. I moved down in the earthen basement (which had been a coal bin). My old bed room became the dining area and a sunroom. We also waterproofed the shingles on the roof. The roof was very steep, we had to tie a rope around our waists (the rope was tied off on the other side of the house to prevent us from falling). We had to spread a substance like tar over the roof to water proof it. After the roof was finished, we had to paint the outside of the house. We had to build scaffolding so that we could stand on planks to paint the house. (I didn't do much painting.) Mom painted the lower portion of the house. (Where she could reach.) We also had to cut down old elm trees. We cut up the trees for fire wood. We used the wood from those five big old trees in our fireplace. </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">All of this work combined took us about six years. I<span data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-originalfontsize="12pt" style="font-size: 1rem;"> spent my childhood to teenage years working with Dad. I only had to work on Saturday and Sunday for four hours after I had reminded him "I had to be able to play". My Dad, Woody, was amazing. He was a very hard worker, he was very smart, most of the time he was slow to anger but if he got mad, LOOKOUT!, he was really mad. My Mom, Lorraine, was just the opposite. She was quick to anger but got over it pretty quickly. Bill says he inherited both of those qualities. (sigh) My Dad taught me many things during this time. I used those skills throughout my life. </span></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-85061451311513917462021-02-22T06:18:00.000-08:002021-02-22T06:18:43.304-08:00Genealogical Question 10 & 11: memories of siblings<p> John Paul Olsen 12 years older than me. He was born in July, 1934</p><div>John was a very handsome young man. He lost his hair when he was quite young. It seemed to me that after that he was not nearly as handsome. His physical vanity fled with his hair. </div><div><br /></div><div>He married his high school sweetheart. I think they were both about 18. Susanne Murray Olsen.</div><div><br /></div><div>He graduated from Utah State in 1954. He graduated in education and taught in Logan for about a year. Suzanne worked as a telephone operator. John worked as a car salesman and sold the "Edsel" a short lived car line.</div><div><br /></div><div>John had wrestled in high school. He loved athletics and played football at South Cache. After college graduation, John became a professional wrestler for a while. They went to the midwest for a time and lived with Dixie while John wrestled. His name in the wrestling world was "Gentleman John". It was while he was living in the mid-west that he came in contact with the Dog and Suds franchise people.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>He became a successful salesman. He eventually worked in the food and hospitality line selling franchises. Some of the companies he worked for were Quality Inn, Dog and Suds and Radisson Hotels. He owned a Dog and Suds food Drive In in Logan. I worked there when I was in high school. The Drive In was attached to a bowling alley. One day while I was working as a carhop, I was waiting on a customer whose child was standing up in the seat next to him. I asked "what would your little boy like?" The customer was very angry at me for calling his little girl a boy. Yeh, I didn't love that job. I am not a good judge of John at that time.</div><div><br /></div><div>He never went on a mission and it was my feeling that he kind of "hid" a bit from the church. When John was of missionary age, he was told that only one young man could go on a mission from each ward. Garth Norman was selected. John would have been a great missionary. In fact a great leader in the church. He was very kind and had a great way with people.</div><div><br /></div><div>He and Suzanne started their lives in Paradise and Logan. John really loved my mom, Alyce. I'm told her death was very hard on him. They lived in Paradise at the time. Those were hard, dark days. After Mom's death I tried to make an angel food cake. While baking in the oven, the cake pan leaked. What a mess! Susanne came down and helped me clean it up.</div><div><br /></div><div>In later years, John would call me occasionally. He wanted me to know that he was thinking about me. It was very sweet. One Christmas he sent Dixie and I Red-Flier sleds. Another time he gave us money to go and buy a new dress. Sweet. </div><div><br /></div><div>He loved tractors and collected them. In fact he liked to travel around the area where he was living and buy items at Antique shops. After he retired he lived primarily in Paradise where he and Susanne had purchased a fine old home. They completely gutted it and made a grand small scaled mansion out of it. </div><div> <br /><div>Dixie Ruth Olsen Clifford 9 1/2 years older than me. Birthday is Sept. 29, 1936</div><div><br /></div><div>Dixie loved me and my family. She was "the" favorite Aunt. She too, is very kind and thoughtful. </div><div>She married Lincoln Clifford when she was 21. She had attended Utah State for two years. Their courtship was short so her education was put on hold when they married and moved to Ohio. Mother died just a year after their marriage. Dixie has always had a sensitive heart. She hurts deeply at someone else's trials. The death of our mother was very hard on her. She ached to be with Daddy and I in Paradise, but she was a long way away in Ohio. <div><br /></div><div>I made several trips to see her. Once with Grandma Dunn on the train. (This was in 1957, the summer after my Mom died in May.) She was living in Cleveland. They next moved to Cincinnati. I never traveled there. Then they moved to Niles Michigan. I visited her and her family there 3 times. She was pregnant and miserable. I rode home with them after they had come to visit us in Utah. They lived on Bond Street in a rental house in Niles. It was extremely hot. I remember scrubbing the floor in my underwear with sweat dripping off of my nose. Another time, I flew by myself to Chicago. They had promised that they would meet me at the arrival gate. They weren't there and I thought "what do I do now?" Another time I rode with John, my brother, when he drove to his home in Champaign/Urbana, Illinois. (that trip had 3 scary parts to it. 1. On part of the trip, he drove the car with his small typewriter on the steering wheel. Typing while driving. 2. He put his daughter Ronda and I on a bus to send us to Dixie's house in Michigan. We had a short layover in Chicago. A bad part of Chicago. Ronda and I sat on our suitcases on a scary street, me thinking we were goners. (She was too young to realize the danger.) 3. (Not sure if it was this trip or another trip I made to the midwest.) John had met us at O'Hare Airport in Chicago. He was carrying my suitcase around and set it down while waiting in line to secure my seat. Someone came by and picked up my suitcase and disappeared. John was dumbfounded. I never got it back.) I spent a few days with John in Champaign. It was beastly hot. I remember going to their bathroom and turning on the fan to see if that would be a cooler place. This was the summer I traveled to Michigan with Ronda Leigh, their oldest child.</div><div><br /></div><div>I loved being with Dixie. One summer we did 4-H baking. Another time we spent a lot of hours sewing. (I never became much of a seamstress, but my baking experience set me up for life. My favorite part of cooking has been baking breads.)</div><div><br /></div><div>As I analyze what I love about Dixie, I think that in summary it is that she has always loved me so much. She is a musician, plays piano, guitar and sings. Yet she has always placed herself in a second position to me. When I gave my Master's recital and was 7 months pregnant at the time, she wanted to make my recital gown, We lived hundreds of miles apart, yet while sewing that dress, she prayed for inspiration, sewed, prayed again and made inspired decisions. The dress fit perfectly, even the length of the hem. She always wanted to serve me. She loved our 6 children and always served them as well. The Cliffords and us moved to California at about the same time in Sept of 1972. We lived about 3 hours apart. They lived in Orange County... La Habra and we lived in the Mojave Desert... China Lake. We loved to visit each other. What a joy to finally be close. While in La Habra many of Dixie's talents were used. She served on the City Council (I believe) in La Habra. She played Marion the LIbrarian in a Stake production of the Music Man and had a supporting role in Sound of Music. She would do folk music programs in the schools. (She sang and accompanied herself on the guitar.) She also was able to finish her Bachelor's degree in Communications at Cal State Fullerton. She was selected as the outstanding senior in Communications the year she graduated.</div><div><br /></div><div>We all loved her visits to Brigham City when we lived there. It was her that sent Bill and I on our anniversary to Salt Lake for the night. 9 months later, you were born, Deb. Linc always used to call me Rosi Blossom. Dixie still calls me Blossom.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, her service to Linc Junior and his family over the past 12 months is a monumental testimony to her spirit of Love of Family and service. That, alone, could fill a volume. I think you know that Dixie has published a biography. I am sure she has a copy for you.</div><div><br /></div><div>SO JUST CHOOSE ONE OF THE ABOVE MEMORIES. OF COURSE, THERE IS QUITE A BIT ABOUT MY TRAVELS ABOVE. SO WHEN THAT Is THE TOPIC YOU ALREADY HAVE SOME OF MY TRAVELS.</div><div><br /></div><div>(DEB I just looked back at your request and I see that you only needed one memory. Sorry. I didn't look carefully enough.) By the time I made my way in to ask Dad his memory, I had realized you just wanted one memory. Well it was a good thing. He and Carol were not close and so he really didn't remember anything until I reminded him of this story. Then he was very meticulous. I think you will enjoy it.<span style="color: #888888;"><br clear="all" /><div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr">Rosemary Mathews<div><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /></div></div></div></div></span></div></div></div><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Carol Lynne Mathews Woolf</span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">When she and l were kids, I used to get angry at her. She is two years younger than me<span style="font-size: 12pt;">, but she could really make me mad. I am sure that I teased her to the point that she was mad at me, as well. Then she would call me B B (meant BABY) Measles (meant FRECKLES), tonged tied Willy (When I was angry and tried to speak, I didn't make sense), Wilvan Woodrow Mathews (My name was "BILL". I hated the name Wilvan Woodrow. I could put up with Mathews.) That would make me yet more angry and I would chase her in an angry stupor. She could out run me (speed). One day she ran up a rope. One of the things I could not do was climb a rope. She climbed higher than I could reach. So, I stood and threw rocks at her. This happened when I was about 8 and she was 6. I don't think I ever hit her with a rock. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My Dad would have killed me if I had hit her.</span></div>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-26017988184180977602021-02-18T07:20:00.003-08:002021-02-18T07:20:17.909-08:00Genealogy questions 8&9<p> </p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I lived in the same home in Paradise Utah (with the tallest pine tree in town in our front yard) until I was 18. Then I left home and went to Utah State where I lived in an old rental house with 5 friends from Paradise. Reneal Goldsberry, Linda Mair, Brenda Summers and one other girl. Reneal and I shared a double bed. One time when she had a cold, I chased her around the bed trying to put my cold cure all, Vicks Vapor Rub, on her throat. I went home for the summer and then returned to Utah State and lived in another house rental for that next school year. I spent the summer at home again then moved to Reno Nevada where I attended school in the fall of 1966 at the University of Nevada. I lived in an apartment complex in Reno with Deanna Merrill and Reneal Goldsberry. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Bill was born in Reno but his family lived in Carson City. Later the family lived in Yerington, NV and a few other places that he couldn’t remember. When the war broke out, they lived in Herlong, California until the end of the war. The family then moved to Carson City and lived in VETS housing. Later they moved to 510 East King, their home sat on about three quarters of an acre. Then they moved to the "Yellow House" and then finally they moved to Grandpa Mathews' home on Spear Street. It was located two blocks from the Governor's Mansion. Bill loved to roller skate around the Governor's mansion. Before they moved to Grandpa's house, Bill would ride his bike to Grandpa's house. He would put his feet up on the handlebars to coast. The neighbor's dog, Toddles, a Chesapeake, grabbed his leg and dragged him down the street. Bill rode his bike everywhere until he was in high school. He would ride to the swimming pool. It was a long way. There was a huge old telescope that was mounted a block from the swimming pool. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">After Bill graduated second in his class in high school, he moved to Reno and lived there for a year and a half attending the University of Nevada. He was a member of Theta Chi, a fraternity. It was a wild year and a half. Then, because of such low grades, Bill decided to join the army. He was first sent to Fort Ord in California for Basic Training and then to Fort Gordon, Georgia. At Fort Gordon he learned to be a Radio Teletype Operator and learned Morse Code. The course work was about 15 weeks long. He then moved to Balm Holder, Germany and was a Radio Teletype Operator and then on to Mainz, Germany where he was also a Teletype Operator. Dad was asked to volunteer for a test which would indicate his aptitude for Computers. He maxed it and was one of two men sent to Heidelberg where he attended an IBM computer school. Bad Kreuznach Germany was his next home. Here he programmed the 8th Infantry Division 609 Calculator. He lived in Bad Kreuznach for about 2 years. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Bill returned to the U.S. and lived in San Francisco for about 9 months where he worked for IBM. He then returned to Reno to attend the University of Nevada. Through a set of interesting experiences, he gained a desire to go to church. (He was baptized into the LDS Church when he was 10. He'd always had a testimony that the church was true. He just wondered if he would have the strength to live it. His Mom was born in Tooele, Utah and was a member. But she left the church. Bill baptized his Dad, Woody, when he returned from Germany. However, Lorraine forbade Woody to attend Church.) Bill's family did not give him a foundation of religious upbringing. He was on his own. I think this contributed to his fear that he may not have the strength to keep the commandments.) Bill met Rosemary shortly after he started going to church. They were married the next August (1967) in the Salt Lake Temple. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">We lived first in a nice apartment which was too expensive for us. (I remember taking pennies and nickels from Bill's "piggy bank", which was actually a huge old Bourbon Bottle, to a nearby convenience store to get bread, milk and a box of macaroni and cheese for dinner). We only lived there for a couple of months and then we moved to married student housing which was a studio apartment. We lived in the same complex with our good friends the Turleys. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">We next lived in the home of a college professor who was on sabbatical leave for the year. The family left their dog, Ellen, with us. It was here, in 1970, that I became pregnant with Luke. I was so sick. There was no air conditioning and it was HOT. At one point, I laid bare-naked in the cool bathtub. Another time on the cool linoleum. That summer the Nevada Opera Company did 3 operas: La Boheme, Three Penny Opera and La Centerentella. I had a lead in the first, Bill was in the second and I was in the 3rd. We tried to keep our pregnancy a secret. But I got really sick during the 3rd opera and we told the opera director at that point. That fall we moved into a condominium in SE Reno and lived there a short while until our new home in Sparks was completed. We almost backed out of purchasing the Sparks home. Our down payment was $99 (VA first time buyer). We really had to scrape to get that money together. But we persevered. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">We lived in our new home in Sparks for about a year. During this time Luke was born, I finished my Master's Degree in Vocal Performance (Master's Recital in December, 2 months before Luke was born). Bill completed all of his course work for his Master's in Mechanical Engineering. Then we moved to China Lake, CA. A desert. (I cried and cried. I had to leave my singing experiences and opportunities behind as well as the culture in Reno.) I was pregnant again. Marlies was born October 10, 1972, about 2 months after we had arrived in CA. We lived first on the base in a duplex for about 2 years. During the first few months in China Lake, Bill completed his Master's Thesis for his Mechanical Engineering Master's Degree. (RM typed it for him. It was a nightmare as much of it was columns of numbers. Dixie eventually helped me. Corrections were made with a correction tape. (a pain, much different than today’s computers). To make copies, one had to made a carbon copy. (No copy machines in that day). Mistakes had to be erased with a regular eraser. The work on his thesis was done just prior to Marlies' birth. (I have always worried that I did not get all of the numbers in the columns correct). We sent it off and Bill completed his Master's Degree. We started at China Lake with a salary of $7,000. When his Master's was completed the salary went to $9,000. We were rich!! Meantime, I began teaching at Cerro Coso Community College. This was my first choral conducting experience.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">After about two years in base housing, we moved into our newly built custom home in Ridgecrest. Ridgecrest was the small town that was next door to the China Lake Naval Weapons Center where Bill worked. We lived in that area for a total of about 5 years. Becky and Tim were born there. Richard and Twila Bird were our neighbors. Although Richard died a number of years ago, we still see Twila and love her so much. In fact, we love the whole family.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">After 5 years in China Lake, Bill got a job at Indiana State University in Terre Haute Indiana. We lived in a wonderful home South of Terre Haute in a custom housing area. (Not like today's subdivisions that have cookie cutter homes.) It was one of my favorite houses. There was a wonderful brick fireplace that kept us warm in the winter. We loved watching red Cardinals and Blue Jays dart from tree to tree with the white snow in the background. There were about 300 acres of forest behind us that looked like the Sacred Grove. Our next-door neighbors were LDS. The Dad was in the Bishopric. (Bill was called as the President of the Elder’s Quorum). They had 4 kids. Some similar in age to our family. Bill and Bob would drive to Priesthood together and then Carolyn and I would come along a little later in her Volkswagen Van with the 8 kids. The van had no heater so we would wrap blankets around our kids. While living in Indiana, the church meeting plan was changed. Sacrament, RS, Priesthood and Sunday School were all combined into a single block. That was nice. It allowed us to just travel to church one time each Sunday. It was a ten-mile trip each way. Ben was born in Terre Haute. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">After 2 years in Indiana, Bill left the education system and went back to work in Industry. We moved to Brigham City where he worked for Morton Thiokol. We were there for 10 great years. During this time, we added Deborah Ruth to our family. (We also had an Native American son, Chris Sloan, who lived with us for two years.) I had the opportunity to direct several musicals for the Stake. Bill was, once again, the Elder's Quorum president. Debbie was born in Brigham City. Number 6 for us. Wow, neither of us had thought about how many children we would have. Now we had six. We were never sorry. We were delighted. Another very nice thing was that in moving to Brigham City we were just 30 miles from my parents in Paradise. My Dad loved having us so close after years of being separated from his kids. My step Mom, Arlynn, had family in Paradise, but we knew Daddy was sure glad to have us so close. I began teaching at Weber State University. I loved it. I spent 10 years there.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">After the space shuttle exploded in space, the fault was placed on the rocket fuel motors built by Morton Thiokol. Bill eventually lost his job. The loss of his job was a ripple effect of the Space Shuttle tragedy. However, he worked in a different division than Rocket Motors. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">After 16 months of being humbled and beat up a bit, Bill landed a job in Spanish Fork. Teleflex was the new company and he was the new General Manager. We felt like the windows of heaven had opened and dumped all of the blessings in our front yard. We purchased a wonderful home on Grandview Hill in Provo. Luke soon left on his mission to Australia. (Marlies would leave on her mission to Austria about two years later). I started teaching part time at BYU and Bill began his new job. He had a car provided and stock options. It was a dream come true. He travelled a lot, primarily to the far east, middle east and Europe. But the pressure of the job was very intense. The company was based in Pennsylvania. Easterners knew that Utahans knew how to work, but they didn't think we were very smart. Crazy!!!! After 5 years of downsizing, the company was sold and Bill was again without a job.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">His next job took us to Ontario, Oregon. It was very hard for me to leave BYU. I had established a good reputation there as a teacher of voice and had been given many opportunities to teach classes and more. But the family needed to move and so we did. We found a smaller home in Ontario. It was comfortable and I enjoyed it. While Bill worked in Fruitland ID as a GM for a portion of his new company, Woodgrain Moldings, I took two teaching positions. One at Treasure Valley Community College and the other at Fruitland Middle and High School. I grew in both experiences. Tim, who lived with Luke in our Grandview home in Provo, left on his mission to the Dominican Republic while we lived in Oregon. Lorraine also moved there and lived a short distance from our home. Deb and Ben attended the Oregon schools. Ben was a successful football player and wrestler. Deb was into band. She played the flute.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Two years were all we lasted in the Oregon/Idaho areas. We headed back to Utah where Bill and Luke had opened a Manufactured Home business. Marlette was the supplier. (Ben left on his mission during this time). We lived in Orem for a short while and then moved to Lindon where we lived in one of the Marlette manufactured homes. I took a job in the Alpine School District at Oak Canyon Junior High School and returned to teaching at BYU for two years. Bill and Luke were a great team, but eventually the company folded. Luke left to go get his MBA at Colorado University and when he and Amy returned, they lived in the basement of our Lindon home. Eventually that home was sold and we moved to our present location in Springville. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Rosemary Mathews</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><div><br /></div></div></div></div><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;" />deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-10487856654145659392020-12-18T06:42:00.006-08:002020-12-18T06:42:55.607-08:00Genealogical Question 6&7<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I was born in Logan Utah on April 7, 1946. My home was in Paradise Utah.</span></p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I was baptized when I was 8, so in 1954 probably in May in Hyrum Utah. I think my brother John baptized me. I was baptized a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"> </div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Big Bill was born in Reno Nevada on June 17, 1942, He was living in Carson City NV.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Bill was baptized in Tooele Utah when he and his Mom were making a rare visit to her family there. He was baptized when he was 10 into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"><div><div class="gmail_signature" data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div><br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-15459215364854964272020-12-16T04:15:00.002-08:002020-12-16T04:15:14.124-08:00Genealogical Question 3&4<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;">I was called "Mary" by my Paradise community. That went into high school as well. In later years I went from Mary to Rosemary to Rosi. Currently my ward family calls me Rosemary or Rosi. Twila Bird has called me Rose. I think she is the only person to do that. </span></p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;">Bill says that through public schools he was called Bill. (He said he wouldn't let people call him anything else.) When we met some folks began calling him Wilvan. Most folks currently know him as Bill. Rosi called him Big Bill to her students while teaching at MVHS. She still frequently introduces him as Big Bill. (This is curious as he is no longer all that big, but he is still my Big Bill).</div>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-33593989153518165602020-12-15T03:35:00.002-08:002020-12-15T03:35:13.250-08:00Genealogical Question 1&2<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;">1. Rosemary Dunn Olsen Mathews</span></p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"> Dunn is my Mother's maiden name.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"> Olsen is my Maiden name</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"> Mathews is my married name.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;">As a girl, our family did not have a lot of books. However, after my Mom died, I became a bit more interested in reading. As I looked through our books, I was fascinated to find a book titled Rosemary. Later I was told that my name had come from that book title. It occurs to me now, that Rosemary also contains my mother's first name... Mary Alyce Dunn. I am sure that made the name Rosemary become even more desirable, as It was my Mother's name.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;">Today it seems that the name "Mary" is not in vogue. Popular or not, I still love that name. Christ's mother's name was Mary. She provides a wonderful role model for any young girl.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"><span style="background-color: white;">1. Wilvan Woodrow Mathews</span><div> Wilvan is a "Made up" name that Bill's Mom, Lorraine, gave him. Bill's Grandpas' names were William and Van. She created Wilvan from these two Grandfathers. I have never seen that name used anywhere else. Woodrow is Bill's father's name. They called him "Woody" for short. His full name is Woodrow George Mathews. Woody's biological name was Levi Williams. The Mathews adopted him as a baby and renamed him Woodrow George Mathews soon afterwards.</div></div>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-5419476881532672802015-02-17T09:05:00.003-08:002015-02-17T09:05:21.542-08:00tim and jill feb 2015<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Hi Everyone!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">I have enjoyed catching up on the families! Thanks Deb for being the one that keeps us continually connected! You are a super star sista by always making sure everyone is recognized for birthdays and anniversaries. You make everyone feel so special!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">We are well here in Sunny California! The weather here is quite wonderful. It's only February and Tim took the kids swimming outside yesterday. It was almost 75 degrees! Tim was in Napa last week for work and we are happy to have him back! I missed his amazing cooking and all his help with the kiddos. I feel so lucky I have such a helpful husband! Tim is really liking his job. He is very busy but seems to have it all under control. 😊</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Our little ones are great!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Little Miss Ellie is doing well in 2nd grade. Ugh the friend thing is a little tough this year. The challenge is her being a newby, she come in and befriended girls that have been friends since preschool. She doesn't have that history with them. She's had to deal with bullying this year and we've also had to talk about mature topics that I wouldn't expect until later grades. I am shocked that girls her age have a liking for boys already... Thankfully Ellie isn't like that... She still plays with dolls and just innocent! Kids are exposed to so much more though at a younger age. Oh and many already have IPhones! What??? Yah that won't be happening either anytime soon. She is reading very well and finds school pretty easy. She's doing cartwheels now and is loving her dance and gymnastics classes. Not sure if you all knew but she illustrated a few books awhile back that are published for kindle. They are called Worrier to Warrior and FunZen A to Z... Check them out if you can! I'm so proud of her!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Mr. Liam is my little inventor. Everyday he's coming up with new things to play or make. He is very meticulous and tenacious. He will make the coolest Lego structures and tdress up like a super hero or Ninja or whatever and make the coolest sound effects. Someday he wants to be a doctor or dentist and other days he want to be a police officer. He is so sweet for a little boy and still likes to cuddle! Little Carson wants to be just like him. Liam is doing AMAZING in Pre-School. His teacher adores him and encourages his creativity. He's counting to high numbers, knows his letters and almost all his sounds. He's taking gymnastics too and really enjoys it. We signed him up for T Ball for the spring. I've got to start working with him on catching and hitting the ball. Tim is so busy these days to work with him so I've got to figure out to teach him.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Little Baby Carson is 18 months now! He's quite the dare devil. I can't take my eyes off him for one minute otherwise he'd either be on top of the table with a mouth full of cookies and milk, trying to clean toilets, or be climbing the bunk bed to see if he can get to the top and jump off! I am always carrying him in the sling when we go out because he just wants to be free and explore! He is the sweetest though and his hugs and kisses tell you so. He's learning many words and trying to communicate lots! I'm still nursing him and he still sleeps snuggled up next to me lol...I know you all are saying WHAAT??? Yes, he's nearly attached but that's ok...he's a happy baby thought! Tim will be happy to get his portion of the bed back soon I'm sure!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">As for me, I'm doing well! I've joined a Moms group here. We have lots of playgroups:) where we host play dates or do activities together as well as do moms night outs. I really like it a lot! I've met some really nice moms and playmates for Liam and Carson. I'm volunteering at Elle's school as PTA secretary and still working regularly at Liam's school. I'm also taking online classes for Real Estate. I'm hoping I'll be finished near summer. I've been training for the Modesto Half Marathon which is at the end of March. I love that I'm running again! I did my longest run last weekend which was 8 miles. I was so sore and was walking like Frankenstein the day after.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Tim and I just celebrated our 11th anniversary. It's been the most enlightening years of my life and I'm sure for him too! Love will keep us together as the song says! Life is good and we are happy. We miss you all and feel free to come see us anytime! We have lots of room always for everyone! We love you...xo</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">The Mathews in California!</span>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-13054816319416426682015-02-17T09:05:00.001-08:002015-02-17T09:05:01.119-08:00adam and becky feb 2015<div dir="ltr" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">
Well we heard from the Texas side of the family and now we can head a bit more west to hear from the New Mexico group!</div>
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Adam has been working on several series in his work and they have been finding some success. He just got placed into a fine art gallery with his high end work. We are excited about this because it means that someone else is working on selling his art. He is also preparing for several fine art shows for the year. This means that we have been blowing a lot of glass. In fact, we will be blowing this weekend. I have really been enjoying this outlet. On top of that he is the greatest dad! He works hard with Elizabeth and she couldn't be more blessed than to have her dad around all the time.</div>
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Elizabeth (EJ) has really grown up. Last night we had a conversation throughout dinner that was so thoughtful and full of vocabulary words I was surprised she used. She even recognizes and corrects her grammar. Adam and EJ are headed to Florida in April for several weeks and so EJ is back in swim school to make sure she is ready for the ocean. She is a very good swimmer already. She also loves school and pretends to read books to herself (and her stuffed animal friends) to go to sleep at night.</div>
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Becky is trying to juggle so many tasks at school that it sometimes feels that I can't get anything done. I am teaching several classes this semester and trying new approaches to my teaching. On top of that, I just got great news that a grant I wrote was accepted which will cover all of my time and work until I graduate. I think that is pretty awesome! I am really planning my graduation for May 2016. It seems so close and I have so much to do, but it is still within reach. On top of all of that, I have to find a job.....so that is just some of the things on my mind.</div>
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Other things on my mind are my family. I feel like I haven't seen many of you in so long, but I still feel so much love for all of you. I think of you often and hope that you are happy and healthy!</div>
deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-66227611797557651012015-02-17T09:04:00.004-08:002015-02-17T09:04:35.928-08:00ben and tamme feb 2015<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">I am sitting at the doctors after I just drank some nasty juice. Doing the glucose test and I just found out that I get a shot too. Every time I have a baby - when am I not- there is some new test or procedure. Last time it was HIV testing. Since I have time to kill I thought I'd give an update on my crew.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Ben: Has been busy busy busy. On top of work and church, he is coaching both Kael and Gali's basketball teams. He really enjoys coaching the boys and the girls give him a run for his money with all their giggles and twirls.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Kloey has started the braces process. After 4-5 months of trying to create space she will get braces. This is new to both Ben and I, but Kloey is cool as a cucumber about it. She is sad she can not eat Carmel or salt water taffy for the next 2 or so yrs. She amazing me at how much she just rolls with things.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">KAEL is a rock star on the basketball court. He is a natural and it is so fun to watch him. I will confess it's fun to hear the other teams parents telling their kids to get #3! I just sit and smile, thinking that's my kid.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Gali is doing good with basketball. It's fun to watch her not give up and be aggressive on the court. Her last game she shoot a girl a dirty look after they fought for the ball. Her reading has clicked and she is becoming a little reader.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Sadee is so sweet. Everyday at least once she gives my belly a kiss and prays for me to have fun with my baby. She is always suggesting names for this one. The other night I came home after she was in bed and I gave her a kiss. She told me to tell the baby that she loves her.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Kole is one crazy little boy. He loves swords, guns, balls and candy. He loves to dance and growl. He makes me laugh as he shoots bad guys and runs around. He is potty trained and it only took a few days. He was the fastest so far. I am loving the break from diapers for the next few months.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Me: I am pregnant. Things are good so far and this little one has a mean left hook and round house kick. She also is still nameless. If you have any suggestions please share. I am feeling really good and all the pains that I normally have are few and far between. I keep waiting for things to go south, but I really am feeling great.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Deb, I am not sure how to help Zoey with her biting and stuff, I am sure she will grow out of it at some point. :) Ben had suggested to be very consistent with that. Even to the point where other actions go unnoticed. Not sure if that will help. Good luck.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">We hope y'all are happy.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Love- the Texas Mathews</span>deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-18199906672045460212015-02-17T09:04:00.002-08:002015-02-17T09:04:06.564-08:00deb and nick feb 2015<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Don't forget to respond, when/if you have time!!!</span><br />
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First, Happy Birthday, Biggest Brother!!! Hopefully you received your card from us! </div>
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2nd: I spaced your anniversary, Tim and Jill! Bah! I will have a card in the mail soon. HAPPY 11th!! 11 years with you, Jill! You'd think we were sisters or something!!</div>
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3rd: But maybe it should have been first because her birthday was first, Happy Birthday, Becky!! I was LATE on your card. Which is normal for me now. I am sorry I didn't get that out on time. I had it, I truly just hate going to the post office with at LEAST three kids, packages, long lines, etc. Plan on this being a routine with me anymore until my kids are a bit older. So sorry. But you were thought of by, I'm sure, ALL of us!!</div>
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I should speak with exclamation points more often!! I actually know a woman who strives to use them at every sentence!! And if you ever met her, you'd know why!! She's a hoot!!</div>
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Nick: Nick spent an EXCITING time in Oklahoma for the month of January. Normally we try to get him to go visit all the cool things about the area, but he was just so busy! Now he's in West Virginia. He actually gets to work with a few people that he really likes there so this should be a great trip for him. He has had to get four new computers in the last 20 months. The newest is a MAC, which I'm so jealous of! This is a guy who never wanted one and I always did. Tricks of the trade, I understand.</div>
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Me: Woosh. Life is busy. We were up to our eyeballs in running noses and crazy breathing. Much better now, I'm hoping. We went to the zoo yesterday because the weather was: 75!! I was sweating in my shorts! Beautiful day. I've had one rehearsal with my choirs and I can already tell how much of a blast I'm going to have. </div>
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Claire: Her reading has turned a corner in the last week. I'm so proud of her! She has always been a wiz at math, but now that her reading is catching up a bit there is little to stop this one. Her teacher has asked her to join a tutoring group (hasn't started yet and may not start now) and has been concerned but I'm hoping we pulled through. </div>
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Bruiser: Can mostly spell his name!! And almost write it! Hooray! He told me he needs a new Luke Skywalker. He loves school and keeps asking to stay longer. Not sure what he'll say when he experiences all day kindergarten!</div>
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Zoey: Turned 2 last week! Her words are taking off! She loves Elsa (I had no idea 2 year olds would care!! It's the song that does it. This girl loves to sing) and received a few outfits from her grandparents/great grandmother that certainly filled Disney's pocket. However, she resorts to biting, scratching, etc even more quickly. I've tried...almost everything...Holding her arms down, ignoring it (even tried ignoring it while she's doing it to me), time outs, yelling (out of frustration, not because it was a tactic), she has even received a squirt of water (after a LOT of thought and tons of peoples' suggestions) etc. Any suggestions?? I'm dying a bit.</div>
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Thomas: started rice cereal and LOVES it. Ever since starting, at about 4pm daily, he is prone to MAJOR blow outs and has been moved though diaper sizings and I've thrown away several outfits due to the viscosity and velocity. All the while, smiling. </div>
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I love my family!!</div>
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Sorry I have been so late adding my chapter to this family letter. The holidays keep even the old folks busy. I was laying in bed this morning and thought "today is the day" I will write to you. So I got up and made my way to the computer.</div>
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Deb, thanks so much for wanting us to stay in touch. It is so easy to let relationships slide. I know that we all love each other!!</div>
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Dad and I are doing fine. </div>
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DAD: designed a Christmas Card with pictures of all of us</div>
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completed over 4,000 indexing names since October (extractions)</div>
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ME: writing short letters, folding, addressing and sending Christmas cards </div>
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buying and wrapping presents</div>
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teaching a few students</div>
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puttering around the house (I even cleaned four garbage cans last Monday..yea for me!!.)</div>
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I love Christmas. I have been out shopping and running errands the past two days and it is fun to have an excuse to go into beautifully decorated stores. We even went to a floral shop last night. Poinsettias every where. (Not my favorite flower, but still a red splash of Christmas.) </div>
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My favorite things about Christmas are the lights, the music and family. </div>
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Lights: My Dad, as a member of the Lion's Club in Paradise, would help hang a string of soft blue lights across the street corners each holiday season. The hazy glow of those lights mixed with the white snow was idyllic. I have loved blue Christmas lights since that time. I remember walking home from a friend's house at dark... the blue glow resonating with me and the cold freezing my face.</div>
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Music: I recently came to understand the reason I love the old Christmas tunes. It is because the music takes me mentally and emotionally back to my youth in Paradise. Daddy had an old record player and a few Christmas records. Every Christmas I would listen to Burl Ives sing "Have a Holly Jolly Christmas" or Bing Crosby sing "I'll Be Home for Christmas" or "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas". Music was such a big part of the holidays for me. Now when I hear those songs the old emotions come flooding back... memories from 60 years ago. </div>
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Family: As a girl I was lucky. My Dad was a successful farmer and we had wonderful Christmases. Christmas, 1957, was different. My Mom had died in May and we were clearly missing the heart of our home. I still wanted Santa to visit, but he left few things that year: a Lone Ranger board game and a blue bathrobe. My memory is not very good, but the disappointment I felt that year resonated for a long time. I loved my Daddy and he and I worked through the loneliness.</div>
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Our gifts to you this year come from the heart and we are hopeful that they will be something that will endure.</div>
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When I was 13 years old, my Grandma Dunn (the only grandparent I ever knew) gave me a Christmas present which I still treasure. It was a book of her poetry. It's hardbound cover is powder blue and the title is "Life Begins at Sixty-Five". Through her poetry she tells about the people, places and things that meant a lot to her. I knew my Grandma when she was older and had health issues. She had also lost my mother (cancer), a son (WWII) and another son to alcoholism. Her husband had died years earlier. She had had a hard life and did not have much to be happy about. But through her poetry I see her wit, her faith and her strength. I love her and her example.</div>
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Have a wonderful holiday, family. Please remember that you are loved and valued. You are 80 percent of our lives. If our prayers have strength, then you are well and happy.</div>
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So if you want a really good story you need to have been at chick-fil-a with us when Kole was dragging Zoey like "a mustached lion dragging a gazelle though the Serengeti". </div>
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If you missed the reference you need to watch Scott Sterling--the man, the myth, the legend. <a href="http://youtu.be/8F9jXYOH2c0" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://youtu.be/<wbr></wbr>8F9jXYOH2c0</a></div>
deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-41676008743786252402015-02-17T09:02:00.002-08:002015-02-17T09:02:33.889-08:00deb and nick december 2014<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">I've heard of so many families who do a monthly letter. I laugh because one of them is the "Geller Yeller". Too bad there isn't a good one for Mathews. But I'm not a witty person, so maybe someone else could think of a funny one.</span><br />
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I'm just checking in with y'all. I have been thinking about sending out something since Thanksgiving, but keep getting sidetracked. I hope you all (y'all...I always wanted an accent) had a good one. I heard that Tim's family had a great visit with Mom and Dad. I hear Luke's back is AWFUL and he and his family coupled that with a horrible virus over Thanksgiving so I doubt they had a wonderful, restful vacation. But on the bright side, maybe they are the ones who lost the most weight. that was my attempt at being witty. What do you think?</div>
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We spent Thanksgiving with Ben and Tamme and Tawnee (who I'm sure you all have met at some point). Tawnee hosted us and we had a great time letting the kiddos play. My favorite food of the night was the salad that Ben and Tamme brought. I found out (after 3 helpings) that it is a mix from Costco. I'd buy a membership just for that salad! But apparently they have it at Sams now too. Phew! I love Costco, but it was 50 min drive in Colorado. Haven't tried here yet. Nick liked the salad too. Claire ate...almost nothing. Rolls. Zoey and Bruiser liked the sweet potatoes. </div>
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Nick: He took the week off after Thanksgiving. He was sick so we didn't do much. We did go to see the Zoo lights and the Houston Space Center. VERY awesome. He is back to work now and was supposed to be able to hang around in the Houston area for the month of December, but he's gone. He just left Fairbanks, TX and is headed to Corpus Christi, which is a huge site. He loves eating out all the time. Poor kid has to come home to my cooking. </div>
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Me: I actually have some neat news for me. I just got a job teaching a children's choir for two hours a week. I'm actually very very excited. The lady just called me up (I didn't apply or anything) and asked me. I start in January. I need help with a resume for the website. Bec and Momma, you might need to edit for me...Please?</div>
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Made me laugh. She is so stinking smart. I don't expect her to have moments like that anymore. Usually that is something Bruiser says. She stays up with her classes. She is quite a little math wiz. Must be Dad shining thru here. She's very impatient with herself and for her first time ever, she's throwing some temper tantrums. Urgh.</div>
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Matthew AKA Bruiser: This kiddo has been so helpful. I have needed him so much. I am grateful for all he does to help his momma. He chooses clothes for himself, Zoey and Thomas almost everday. He remembers socks, diapers, etc. He even helps Zoey get up on beds (so she can smother, ahem, kiss Thomas. That was my attempt at humor again.) </div>
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Zoey: She is still hard, but she makes me smile. She LOVES to sing. If she's throwing a tantrum, we can sometimes distract her with a song. She now helps put her diaper in the trash. She also is pretty good at going to time out and will occasionally scream, notice that she did a bad action and put herself in time out. I'll turn a corner and find her sitting against a wall with her arms folded. </div>
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Thomas: Nick has decided that all our kiddos need an assortment of nicknames. Animals: Claire Bear, Matthew is Chunky Monkey, Zoey the Zebra, and Thomas the Tiger. And now his kick is nicknames that begin with a B: Bear, Bruiser, Zo Bo and Tom Bomb. </div>
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Well, we miss you! We love you! Let us know how you are, if you have some time.</div>
deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-62411540105101004752014-10-05T20:54:00.005-07:002014-10-05T20:54:55.242-07:00ben and tamme mathews<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Well, I don't want to be the last one to reply. I wouldn't even have a good excuse like Amy, she has family from Australia in town. Half of my crew is in Utah, enjoying loves from Grandma and the cooler weather. Which I am so jealous about. We are still in the high 80-90s. Yuck. Last night we finally had some rain. It was fast and furious, but can't complain when its been forever.</span><br />
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First is Kloey, she is now in the 6th grade. In our little town the 6th graders have their own school. Which is pretty cool, because they start switching classes for each subject. She loves her Language Arts teacher, Mr K. She says she just laughs and laughs in his class. I even got a call from him one day telling me how much he enjoyed having her in class. So cool! She is still reading ever chance she gets and decided to take dance one more year. She will be singing a solo in the Primary Program this year. </div>
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Kael is a lot of fun. He is playing soccer and taking piano (along with Kloey). He just loves to be active. We feed the missionaries every week and before dinner Ben and Kael take them on in a game of basketball. I think Ben and Kael have more wins then the missionaries. It is fun to watch him play- any sport. The other day he told me that the "jocks" in 4th grade tease him because he is smart. He said he didn't care, because he would have a better life then them one day. He sure loves his little brother. He is so sweet to him. </div>
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Galilee is happy as ever. I love her "everything is awesome" attitude. She is doing soccer right now and loves it. She likes to play goalie, because she stops all the balls. She has a best friend that they love to do things with each other. She is in the 1st grade and likes her teacher Ms Ott. Her and Kael ride the bus in the mornings this year and they think its pretty cool- for now. </div>
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Sadee is sassy as ever. She started preschool 2 days a week this year and I think the jury is still out on whether or not she likes it. Her teacher told me that she is an angel and a joy. <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_121461991" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">On Thursday</span></span> I received a call from the preschool that Sadee's throat hurt. As I was talking to the lady, she tells me that Sadee had a silly smile on her face. We decided to let her ride it out and that she was trying to pull a fast one on us. She is a smart little girl. </div>
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Kole, is one cute kid. He is talking more and more and just makes old ladies and girls swoon all over him with his dimples and curly blonde locks. He loves to ride bikes and be outside with his buddy Sadee. I love hearing him yell, sisher!, sisher! throughout the house. He loves to go with Ben everywhere in Big Bertha, our 1987 Suburban. He also loves Kael. He will sit by Kael when we watch a movie and snuggle under the blanket next to him. I love to see their relationship forming. </div>
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Ben is busy, busy, busy. He just performed marriages for two kids from our ward and has a 3rd in November. He does a great job. He takes people out to eat so often he is getting sick of it and I think, sounds good to me. While in Utah, he went to Cheesecake Factory 2x in one day. He loves to play with the kids. </div>
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Me, I'm just doing the mom thing. Trying make a menu and cook dinner. Trying to get a jump start on Christmas this year. And running these crazy kids around. Wouldn't have it any other way.</div>
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We haven't had visitors in, oh, I don't know how long. Time for some.</div>
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Love, The Texas Mathews</div>
deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-42850045271964570792014-10-05T20:54:00.002-07:002014-10-05T20:55:15.256-07:00jill and tim mathews<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
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Deb we are way excited for your new moving adventure! The email updates about everyone have been fun to read. Thanks Deb for suggesting we do these again! </div>
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We have been enjoying Central California:). Tim absolutely loves his job and is making such an impact for his company. I love that he comes home happy each day and shares such positive news about new things he's implemented and how he's so respected for his knowledge. Such a difference from his other work experience. </div>
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Ellie is adjusting to her new school and making friends. She's in the second grade now. She was chosen Super Sailor of the month for September for demonstrating respect to her teacher and classmates. It was so great getting to go to her awards ceremony at school. Elle is doing gymnastics, ballet and tap this year! She has a full schedule but loves it</div>
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Liam started preschool this year... He loves it! It's a parent participation school so I get to go into his classroom to be a helper often. Liam is also doing gymnastics. He is doing great making new friends. He's recently had a few play dates without me and he thinks that's pretty cool! He's met a really nice friend that lives close and they have the love of Legos and Superheros in common so it makes for fun times! </div>
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Carson is doing well and getting so big! This past week has been rough with him having pneumonia. He's better though. He loves to give lots of kisses and says "DAD" all day long! He loves his daddy! </div>
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And me... I'm doing well:) I recently started Real Estate school ( an online program) . I am hoping to be finished in December. I'm also serving on the PTA at Elle's school. It's quite demanding but a lot of fun. I am also volunteering in both Elle and Liam's classrooms...so while I'm away... Little Carson has a nanny once a week that is so great with him! It's good because once I start working part time in real estate he will be used to being away from me a few hours. </div>
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We are excited that we will be in Utah with mom and dad for Thanksgiving! It would be great to see u all if any of you can come too! I miss playing board games with you all... A good game of hand and foot sounds fun to me!</div>
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Well happy harvest time... Sending our love! </div>
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Tim, Jill, Elle, Liam and Carson</div>
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deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-86215847621895655992014-10-03T09:31:00.001-07:002014-10-03T09:31:12.354-07:00marlies mathews<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
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<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Not much happening in Vegas. I recently got back into my graduate program. It is interesting and I am actually enjoying a lot of the things we are working on. Classes this month are Leadership and Statistics. I will bet you can guess which one I like </span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 11pt;">J</span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"> (hint – it isn’t statistics)<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I am headed to New Mexico next week to spend my Birthday with Becky. We are going to the hot air balloon show! I am super excited to see her, Adam and little Elizabeth. We are also going to hit up my New Mexico quarter. Becky found a friend who is going to take us on a tour of a pueblo that their sun symbol is named after.<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I just bought my tickets to Hawaii with Melissa for Christmas! We are going to be there December 17 – 25<sup>th</sup>. We are going to the main island of Hawaii and spending the entire week there. We thought about island hopping but honestly decided that we would rather spend money on fun activities on that island than trying to rush another island. It should be super fun!!!<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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deb sorensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07029902586183335874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689290754030906630.post-43146785297544456392014-10-03T09:30:00.004-07:002014-10-03T09:30:53.111-07:00bill and rosi mathews<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Hello Family</span><br />
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Loved reading Deb and Becky's letters. I know you two are super busy. Thanks for taking the time to update us on your lives. </div>
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Fall is gorgeous here in Utah Valley. Tomatoes growing in our backyard that are the envy of the grocery store. We have had blackberries as large as my big toe for the last many months... and not just a few. Delicious. Emma is the award winning "Berry Picker". She can find a handful more even after Grandma has picked "all" of the ripe ones.</div>
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Kael and Kole are here with us for a few days... along with Daddy Ben. We are having such a great visit. Yesterday we went to the pumpkin maze. EJ went with us last year. It is such a fun place and FREE. It is worth a drive to Springville just to to take the kids there. Petting Zoo, corn crib, slides, corn and baled hay maze, pyramid to climb and more. Plus pumpkins everywhere!!! I wish it would still be around in November when Tim and family comes for Thanksgiving. (By the way, you are all invited!!) Elle and Liam would love the Maze.</div>
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Along with the visit, Dad and I have had six doctor appointments this week. I think that is a record for us. I had an MRI on my brain <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1716804676" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">on Tuesday</span></span>. Results: my brain is fine. I just have to learn to regulate my meds so that I am not dizzy and so that I don't dilute their potency by taking them at the wrong time of the day. The pain in my face is less. I had had a really bad weekend last week and that was what prompted me to go back to the doc and try to figure things out. Dad's appt. were mostly check ups and then a trip to the dermatologist. He has some battle scars from that visit</div>
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We are looking forward to the BYU vs Utah State football game tonight. I love both schools so "Go Cougs and Aggies."</div>
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We are also looking forward to General Conference which begins <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1716804677" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">tomorrow</span></span> morning. It will be a very pleasant weekend. Wish you were here!</div>
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Much love to you all.</div>
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