October 30, 2012
One of the mentors throughout my childhood and youth was my maternal grandmother, Nettie May Pitts Kendrick. Alyssa's middle name is from her and Nettie died in 1979, soon after Alyssa turned one.
Born in 1901, Nettie lost her mother to complications of childbirth when she was three years old. Her father, who could not care for her nor her brothers, allowed other family members and friends to raise them. Nettie lived with at least three families until she married at age 18. When mom returned with me from California when I was only six weeks old, Grandma cared for me while Mom worked. Maybe that is why we were always so close. She lived with us for a short time when I was eight, but she and dad were both very strong willed, and it didn't work out. An studio apartment on South Temple in Salt Lake City became her home during my teenage years, and I loved to visit her there where we talked while enjoying a bowl of ice cream (her freezer was just large enough to hold a square half-gallon) or stuffed the fabric animals and dolls she sewed for the Primary Children's Hospital patients with the pieces of foam which seemed to want to cling to everything except the inside of the doll! We also shared many lunches at Bratton's, her favorite restaurant, where we would dine on the vegetables and black and sourdough breads and relish the thick clam chowder for which Brattons was famous. Like many who weathered the Depression, she kept a string ball to which every length of string that came into her possession was added. Her favorite sayings included "A stitch in time saves nine," "Waste not, want not," and "Do something well or don't do it at all." After a stroke, her last few years were spent in a Catholic care center. One of the times we visited, she remarked "There is a young girl who loves to dance trapped in this old body." Only now do I understand her feelings.
I remembered that she was buried on the west side of the valley, and a few days ago was able to find the location. So yesterday David and I visited Redwood Memorial Park where she is interred next to her daughter and son-in-law, Rose and Marvin Stam. As I gently (or not so gently) pulled back the grass which was beginning to overgrow the marker, sweet memories flooded back, making me smile. I still miss her, but know that she can now dance and was there to welcome my own sweet mother when she too went home just one year ago.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Big Cottonwood Outing
19 October 2012
As the mountain color is quickly fading and the sunny days threatening to end, and having school out for the day, we decided to take a picnic lunch up Big Cottonwood Canyon. Though the road is still a stomach turner, it is a little wider in many places and there are more private side roads than I remember. But the canyon is still the thrilling beauty I remember so well from my youth when we had annual ward picnics by the cool stream and spent wintry Saturday mornings alternately sticking to the chair lift and delighting in snowplowing down the ski runs at Brighton. Kyah, Isaac and Ahsha thought we would never find a place to eat, but Alyssa finally found tables at the Spruces, not far from the top of the canyon.
As the mountain color is quickly fading and the sunny days threatening to end, and having school out for the day, we decided to take a picnic lunch up Big Cottonwood Canyon. Though the road is still a stomach turner, it is a little wider in many places and there are more private side roads than I remember. But the canyon is still the thrilling beauty I remember so well from my youth when we had annual ward picnics by the cool stream and spent wintry Saturday mornings alternately sticking to the chair lift and delighting in snowplowing down the ski runs at Brighton. Kyah, Isaac and Ahsha thought we would never find a place to eat, but Alyssa finally found tables at the Spruces, not far from the top of the canyon.
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Kyah giving Asher a taste of the Spruces. |
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A Mountain Blue Jay joined us for lunch. I was amazed at how quiet the children were as he hopped on the table to snatch the bread David set out for him. |
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Asher kept an eye on the chipmunks, going after them more than once. |
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A walk around the longer-than-expected campground road after lunch, gave us all an opportunity to snuggle with Asher. Here Nana snaps a self-portrait. |
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Isaac, the carrot-eating guy, and Queen Kyah try out the throne. |
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Grandpa's turn. |
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"Now where did that chipmunk go?" |
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Kyah navigating one of the "bridges" crossing a stream that meandered through the Spruces. |
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"Can I really do this?" |
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In true Ahsha fashion, "I can do it by myself!" And she did. |
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It's easier going downhill! Everyone heading back to the car after a nice walk which took us past great scenery, two moose (really), chattering squirrels and an abundance of initialed aspen. |
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Saying good-bye to our pleasant picnic spot. Blue skies, perfect temperatures, the best company, entrancing fauna, enticing streams--what more could you ask from an autumn afternoon? |
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Cruise Part One
In July, 2011, when Mom was living with us for the summer, she started the process to fulfill one of her long-standing desires--to take all her children and grandchildren on a cruise to Alaska. She loved to travel and enjoyed being with her children and seeing them happy, so she asked me to help with the details. Together we researched cruise lines and excursions, settling on Holland America's Alaskan Explorer with stops in Juneau, Sitka, Ketchikan and Victoria and a day in the waters of Glacier Bay. She had saved the money to take everyone and even wanted to pay the (obligatory) tip. Her excitement at the prospect of the upcoming adventure helped lessen the pain and fatigue caused by a severe eye infection she battled all summer. Sadly, she passed away three weeks after returning to Las Vegas in October. However, the decision to accept her generosity was unanimous (in fact, at least one grandchild asked, on hearing of their grandmother's death, "What about the cruise?"). Mom was not with us physically on the adventure, but we all felt her influence and Patty, Shauna and I all found ourselves remarking, "Oh, Mom would have loved that!"
On August 4, 2012, 34 of her descendants, including three nursing great-grand-babies and her oldest great-grandson, Soren, boarded the Westerdam at Pier 91 in Seattle, Washington. We missed the three, Brandon Eyre and Jason and Laura Ellsworth, who were prevented by employment constraints from joining us.
I took some photos, but depended on others with better cameras to capture a lot of the experience.
As David and I drove to Seattle on Friday and discovered that our hotel was only a couple of miles from the temple, we took the opportunity to attend an early morning session before heading for the pier. The temple was closing for two weeks that evening, so the temple and grounds were filled with brides, grooms and their families. Being in that holy place set our hearts and minds on what is important eternally.
Waiting for the shuttle to take us from the parking lot to the Pier.
Our first view of our floating home.
Juneau, Alaska, August 5, 2012
As David and I took Asher for a few hours while Alyssa and Jared enjoyed a shore excursion, we decided to just explore the city on our own. Carrying Asher in the front-pack was just like old times and I enjoyed his smiles and being close to him.
A young, but knowledgeable young man, guided us through the state capitol, pointing out the photo of Sarah Palin hanging on the wall of govenors after enlightening us on many aspects of Alaska's history and government.
View of our ship from the top of the Mt. Roberts tramway, seen ascending from the docks below.
After three hours in the carrier, Asher was glad to have his freedom. As soon as I sat him on the bed, he made a beeline for the two gold-foil wrapped chocolates left on our bed by Joe and Sam, our great stewards. Note the wrist band placed on every child to identify them if they became lost.
On August 4, 2012, 34 of her descendants, including three nursing great-grand-babies and her oldest great-grandson, Soren, boarded the Westerdam at Pier 91 in Seattle, Washington. We missed the three, Brandon Eyre and Jason and Laura Ellsworth, who were prevented by employment constraints from joining us.
As David and I drove to Seattle on Friday and discovered that our hotel was only a couple of miles from the temple, we took the opportunity to attend an early morning session before heading for the pier. The temple was closing for two weeks that evening, so the temple and grounds were filled with brides, grooms and their families. Being in that holy place set our hearts and minds on what is important eternally.
Waiting for the shuttle to take us from the parking lot to the Pier.
Our first view of our floating home.
David and the Westerdam |
Juneau, Alaska, August 5, 2012
As David and I took Asher for a few hours while Alyssa and Jared enjoyed a shore excursion, we decided to just explore the city on our own. Carrying Asher in the front-pack was just like old times and I enjoyed his smiles and being close to him.
A young, but knowledgeable young man, guided us through the state capitol, pointing out the photo of Sarah Palin hanging on the wall of govenors after enlightening us on many aspects of Alaska's history and government.
View of our ship from the top of the Mt. Roberts tramway, seen ascending from the docks below.
After three hours in the carrier, Asher was glad to have his freedom. As soon as I sat him on the bed, he made a beeline for the two gold-foil wrapped chocolates left on our bed by Joe and Sam, our great stewards. Note the wrist band placed on every child to identify them if they became lost.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Cousin Camp 2012
Clark Cousin Camp I took off on Wednesday, June 20, 2012 and touched back down for farewells on Tuesday, June 26th. During the week, Nana, Grandpa, Milla, Naomi, Sean, Gwen, Eva, Catherine and Kyah tried sliding down the dunes at, and digging holes in, Bruneau Sand Dunes, and exploring the skies at the observatory. Swimming at Caldwell pool and at Givens Hot Springs kept us moving and a day exploring the scientific experiments, displays and games at Discovery Center in Boise showed how interested in learning the children are. We went to the Mysterious Island of Journey 2 following a dinner at Golden Corral on the last night. For Saturday evening's popcorn and root beer float night, we asked the campers to decide on a movie to watch at home; the unanimous decision? Planet Earth--Cave episode! These kids are really into exploration and animals. 'Made earth science teacher grandpa proud.
A trip to the Patterson's small farm was a great hit as the children got to ride in a pony cart, gather eggs in the hen house, bottle feed a couple of calves and jump on the trampoline. (Every farm should have one of those). As we left, Cindy Patterson presented us with a BIG bag of cherries from their trees. Yum.
[First three photos taken in May when we first visited the dunes to check them out. The observatory where we had a private showing in seen in the third photo.]
Crafts included decorating their sun hats with beads, flowers, and sticky letters (which mostly lost their sticky in the dunes), carving soap, constructing origami frogs which morphed into the much-more-fun mask project and drawing lots of pictures for Nana's refrigerator.
We are looking forward to Cousin Camp II--after we return from our mission. We love our grandchildren!
A trip to the Patterson's small farm was a great hit as the children got to ride in a pony cart, gather eggs in the hen house, bottle feed a couple of calves and jump on the trampoline. (Every farm should have one of those). As we left, Cindy Patterson presented us with a BIG bag of cherries from their trees. Yum.
[First three photos taken in May when we first visited the dunes to check them out. The observatory where we had a private showing in seen in the third photo.]
Crafts included decorating their sun hats with beads, flowers, and sticky letters (which mostly lost their sticky in the dunes), carving soap, constructing origami frogs which morphed into the much-more-fun mask project and drawing lots of pictures for Nana's refrigerator.
The swings at the cabins were a big hit.
Gwen, Catherine, Kyah and Eva enjoy a Grandpa swing.
The big dunes (450 feet tall) and the Saddle as seen from our cabins.
Orion and Andromeda, our homes for a night.
David had the older three children in this cabin, while the four girls kept Nana company in the other one.
Lengthening shadows. Those clouds weren't supposed to be there, and almost put a kibosh on our star party, but a private miracle suddenly gave us a clear sky. Saturn, a double star, Mars and several constellations jumped into view with, and without the telescope as the dark sky was filled with stars, something we don't get to see in the city.
Pavilion and washrooms (flush toilets and showers) in background.
Milla's tablet ruled the roost during off times,
while David found a quiet place for a siesta.
View of the cabins from the pavilion. They look almost as tiny as they were. We cooked hotdogs and marshmallows on a stick for dinner--the only disaster of the camp.
Evidence of a late night at the observatory, Eva, Catherine and Kyah didn't want to wake up.
But Gwen was out early with her Nana looking for animal tracks in the sand.
Look closely and you can see the crew climbing the ridge of the dune.
Ups and downs...
Lone figure (?Eva) ready for a ride.
Kyah is off...as soon as she takes the brakes off!
There she goes.
Catherine's got it down.
Go, Gwen, lean back!
The lake at the back side of the dunes formed when farmers around the dunes began irrigating the land, raising the water table. The picture is fuzzy because the camera was inside a plastic bag to keep the wind from blowing sand into it.
Kyah (above) and Sean (below) dig for the ??? anyway, they hit cool, moist sand--pleasant on a hot morning.
Catherine, Kyah and Gwen perch on the edges of their pits, watching the sand flow into the holes.
How long do you think the holes lasted?
The digging site is visible almost all the way up the dune.
Nana and Grandpa get a turn on the swing and a photo thanks to Gwen. Weird smile, Nana.
The Mask Parade.
These kids are very clever when it comes to hiding their identity.
Sean tried to avoid the camera; almost made it! He was a real good sport about
being the only boy cousin at camp.
Monday morning at the Boise Discovery Center.
Naomi, Eva and Gwen explore the mirrors.
Faster, Eva..the lights are beginning to flicker on.
Grandpa and Gwen admire the (safe) tornado.
Shark attack in the broadcast room!
Milla explores the weather maker.
Was that a shocking experience, Gwen?
Naomi and Milla learn about centrifugal force.
Kyah raises the nails under Gwen--ouch!
Kyah's turn on the torture table...or smile bed.
Eva shopped at a fast pace; I couldn't even get one good photo of her.
Flowers for Nana from Gwen.
Meanwhile, Eva is discovering which ball floats best, and it isn't the football!
Grandpa finally agreed to try out the bed of nails--not bad.
Back at the store, Sean, Catherine, Kyah and Milla check out.
"Do we have enough money for our groceries?"
Monday afternoon at the Patterson home, Eva finds a friend
and Amanda Patterson take Kyah and Catherine for a ride.
Off you go, Naomi and Gwen.
Catherine convinced this cow that she had something good in her hand...must have been flavored air.
An egg hunt in June.
Two of the three calves were still being bottle fed. Here Milla, Naomi and Sean play with them while Cindy prepares the bottles.
Naomi tries to make friends with the miniature stallion. He wasn't too friendly,
but the dog liked attention.
Good-bye to the ponies.
We had quite a time rounding everyone up to go home, they loved being around the animals.
Tuesday...going home day. CarrieAnn and Shannon arrived to take the campers home.
Free time at the neighborhood playground.
A truck full of love, with Shannon and David reflected in the tailgate.
Ana, Sean, Gwen, Kyah, Eva, Thomas, Catherine, CarrieAnn
(back) Naomi, Milla.
We are looking forward to Cousin Camp II--after we return from our mission. We love our grandchildren!
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