This is the first time I got trampled by a bull. I rode it all the way. I just remember I was getting up and I looked up and that bull was right on me. I flattened right down and he caught my head and stomped on my shirt, and passed...
The summer of 2009 a strong impression came to me, even urgent feeling, to go home to Colorado to transcribe and publish my parents and grandparents life stories. In Nauvoo, Illinois, 25 years earlier I videotaped my parent’s life story and they in turn videoed my grandparents. I thought our family...
I do not know what age I stopped calling my Dad Daddy, but I know I made a concerted effort to be more grown up. These are the tender experiences that make him Daddy to me. My Dad went to school and worked two jobs in Idaho before I attended first...
Dad was a big boy, a 13 pound baby at birth. The youngest of five children raised in the depression, from a broken family. He lived alone during most of his formative teen age years. He worked as a cowboy, and was fun loving, but not focused on his education. He...
My Grandpa Fairchild was one of the roughest toughest cowboys I knew. I watched him jump on a horse that was stomping in circles, not cooperating with the rider. He would jump on the saddle and talk firmly and make them mind until they knew who was boss. In high school...
The smell of cinnamon Snickerdoodles, fudge icing, and dried rose petals transports me back to my Grandma and Grandpa’s farmhouse. It was always exciting to travel to Idaho in July to see relatives. It was a long drive and took most of the day. Driving northwest to Idaho, and then a...
My mother loved to look beautiful and she wanted her children to look lovely too. Because of her sewing talent provided many cute outfits for all of her children. Several years she would make all the girls matching dresses for Easter. A few experiences were...
Lana one time when she was a little girl, she must have been about the second grade. We always got catalogs and even then our kids loved the catalogs and they would look all the way through them. She spotted a doll in the catalog and it was a Betsy...
My Artist Mother I see my mother at the table sketching, painting, working on crafts for relief society, and cutting silhouettes for posters. Everything she worked on she would share some paper, paint, or beads with her kids so we could play too. I am sure it was messy at times,...
The fall of 1982 my class reunion committee had meetings at my home. It was fun to see all the gang after 10 years. Driving back from Idaho I could already feel baby bump discomfort. I wasn’t sure I was expecting, but sure enough it was confirmed and what did my...
Over three decays ago my luck changed from bad to good on Friday the 13th. In the fall making one of our favorite Halloween treats no bake peanut butter corn flake cookies I felt so nauseated I have not been able to eat them since. Finding out a reason for the...
The summer of 2009 a strong impression came to me, even urgent feeling, to go home to Colorado to transcribe and publish my parents and grandparents life stories. In Nauvoo 25 years earlier I videoed my parent’s life story and they in turn videoed my grandparents. I thought our family...
Ephraim Hanks is my 4x Great Grandfather. The new movie “Ephraim’s Rescue” shows the wintery harrowing rescue of the Martin Handcart Company. A divine messenger asked him to help the handcart company and he went straight away to Brigham Young. This is the rest of the story the movie doesn’t tell...
This is the first time I got trampled by a bull. I rode it all the way. I just remember I was getting up and I looked up and that bull was right on me. I flattened right down and he caught my head and stomped on my shirt and...
