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Almost 70 years ago Clyda and Veon were married. That union is why we are all here. This blog is created to capture our thoughts and help us get to know each other better. There will be a new question posted each Sunday until December. Please use contributors first names only. If you are posting anonymously please add your first name to the text. Enjoy!
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Attention everyone...Marilyn has a WEB PAGE !! You can check it out at www.marilynsmithartist.com!
Nicole, please publish the following disclaimer in a prominent place:
I hesitated to make long narratives with these posts, but Nicole said she might put the whole blog thing into a book form someday, and I could use this as a forum for writing for my kids and grandkids. I can’t pass up an opportunity like that. So rather than bore you, feel free to skip anything you’re not interested in or don’t want to be bothered to read. Sonja
Note from Nicole:
I am happy to do this for anybody that is interested. I am enjoying hearing from each of you and would love to hear from more. Thanks Sonja for taking the time to work on this and giving us an opportunity to get to know you better.
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I remember being on the outer edges of a tornado with the wind blowing like you wouldn't believe! I sensed real fear in my mother - who was trying to stay very calm - which I had never seen before, (even when she was killing copperheads with a hoe). Afterward I saw a nearby town that had been totally flattened by the tornado except for a few structures which mysteriously remained standing with rubble all around them. Big winds still make me uneasy. I was working in Provo when the microburst came through a few years ago and uprooted a lot of big old trees.
I was also working in Provo when the tornado touched down in Salt Lake several years ago. Alex was maybe 8 years old. I called to check on them and he said "There was a tornado and it picked up a train and hit the tabernacle!" He had heard the news about the crane at the construction site of the new conference center.
The year we moved to St. George the Virgin River flooded and washed out bridges - nothing like the last time when it gobbled up new houses though.
Sonja
Mother had an old treadle sewing machine that I taught myself to sew on when I was in high school. It has been at my sister Billies since Mother died. Billie recently found a note in Mother's handwriting, in the front drawer that says "This machine belongs to Sonja." I haven't picked it up yet, but I'm going to.
Sonja
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