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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.
Kids from Lt to Rt:Marilyn, Barbara, Veon Jr., Gladys, Gerald, Evan. Clyda and Veon in the Middle.
Sonja
Ve's Wife
Nicole
Glady's Youngest
Marilyn
The Youngest Daughter
Evan
"The Baby"
Daphne
Glady's Oldest
Clyda
2 comments:
I have lots of memories of my Grandmas (Clyda and Beatrice) and Grandpa (Veon) so I will just pick 1 of each.
Beatrice: We watched a lot of TV and she had this big yellow easy chair that she sat in. She would always fall asleep in the chair and her head would bob up and down with some quite snores. If you asked her if she was ready to go to bed she would always say "Oh no, I am going to watch the 10:00 news." She usually slept through most of it but always stayed up to "watch" it. One thing that I loved about watching TV with her was that I would lay on the couch and hold her hand and rub her 'wrinkles'. I don't know if it was a comfort thing or a habit but I always enjoyed sitting on the couch reaching across and holding hands until we went to bed.
Clyda: I remember Grandma teaching me how to make a bed. Before we lived with her we would spend the night there quite often and one time I came in the kitchen for breakfast and she asked me if I had made my bed. I told her no that I didn't know how (Beatrice always made my bed so I had never had to do it). She kindly took me in and showed me how to make a bed and told me that now that I knew I could make my own bed when I spent the night. Later when I moved in with her she would always say, "My job is to make you as independent as I can as fast as I can because I may not be here tomorrow."
Veon: One time we took a trip (I think to Yellowstone) and crossed the continental divide. We had this on going joke where he would ask me to tell him about the continental divide and I would tell him verbatim what he had taught me. The thing I remember the most about him was how good he was to Grandma. I loved to see them together.
I barely made it into the right generation. My parents were the age of my peers' grandparents. (My mother was the same age as Grandma Cope). I never knew my mother's parents, who dide before I was born. And my dad's mother died when I was 5. She had a reputation of being a "worry-er." That's probably part of the root system of my dad's social anxiety. Grandpa Nickle was a big man with a big voice. He often delivered a powerful sermon about the restoration of the gospel, which I heard so many times I can still quote lines from it. ("And I saw another angel flying in the midst of Heaven, carrying the everlasting gospel....." etc. etc.). He had been a Protestent preacher before they converted to the LDS church, and he still had a very Evangelical ring to his delivery. In his later years he married and divorced three or four times. I sensed my dad was disappointed (if not disgusted) with his behavior. He died when I was 17, on the day I had an orientation for a new job. I was too young and foolish to know that I could have rescheduled, so I missed his funeral! I was also too young and foolish to understand what that might have meant to my dad.
-Sonja
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