In December we buried another sister, Anna Marie Reading. She had been ill for a very long time but she still worried about everything life had to offer.  She had her treasures and although they brought her joy they also crippled her.  Sadly they were of no value to anyone but her and she just didn’t see that. She reveled in their beauty and they were beautiful. In the end the only joy in her life was shopping at DI, Savers, and Goodwill stores, sifting through toys, baby clothes, and clothes in general, pans.  She loved American Girl and Bitty Baby dolls, dolls from the fourties, fifties, and sixties, Legos, Revereware pans, big soup pans and anything she thought someone else might like.  She was always giving me treasures in the form of dolls, figurines, and doll clothes, she could spend hours looking for something she was going to give me. She always shopped for candy after each occasion and knew everyone’s favorite and she made sure she had plenty to share. She always gave me Hershey mini bars, kisses, and whoppers for LaMont. I really miss Anna she was talented, giving, and fun. She loved babies.

Now we have lost Marian.  Our family just isn’t the same without our 3 sisters. Can I just say how much fun we had on trips together. Something memorable happened every time.  Our older sisters always had us laughing. Marian so loved us all and counted the days from one get together to the next. She always showed up. I got to travel with Marian on several occasions and it was always a laugh a minute. We traveled together to the cruise when Keith and Lara got married. She didn’t like to fly but she would with me. We went to Tricia’s in Austin for a week and had so much fun. Matt and Trish are amazing people and their little family was a delight. We went to Camille’s house in Texas, there was Anna, Marian, and myself, then we went to Austin to Trish’s and Karina’s, we picked up Judy and then to Iowa to see Natalie and her family and then to Kansas to Rhyetta’s and Anaise’s it was so fun. I missed out on a trip to see Liz in New York where I could have gone to Niagara Falls. We really had some great times. Sister parties and get togethers will never be as fun as they were with 7 sisters.  

Arlene

I say I will return to my blog but I find myself letting time slip away. There are so many things I need to do but find I don't do them, I have always said why do today what can be done tomorrow, a true procastinator that's me. Since I originally started my blog so much has happened in my life and as I get older and my memories are weaker. As a child I loved to hear stories grandma  Belle would  tell of her youth and early days of marriage, I was not her biggest fan and I think it stems from the fact she felt the same about me, but she could tell stories and play her harmonica. I can't play any instrument or even sing for that matter and the best story teller is my sister Judy but I tell my grandchildren stories.  I don't want my life to end and them not know about my life for that is who we truly are, the past helps explains our future, every step and action we have taken is what has lead us to who we are at this moment in time. Our grandparents, mother, father, brothers, and sisters are our biggest influence and  telling their story through my eyes gives insight about me.
 Now on to my sister Arlene. Third in line and full of piss and vinegar as grandma Belle used to say. (Arlene wasn't her favorite either. Before my time Arlene had polio as did Marian and Kathryn. Dad said Arlene had the worst case, the doctors told mom and dad she would never walk again but dad was promised in his patriarcle blessing that he had been blessed with the power to heal, however, dad told me he had missionaries give her a blessing, I am unsure if he accompanied them or not, he told me he had them bless her which could mean they offered the actual blessing and he assisted, but I am not sure. I do remember dad saying back then thy put the patients in an iron lung, a machine which I later saw in a movie at school,  Pennies from Heaven with Danny Kaye, you can see it on Netflix, Chelsea and I did.  I remember them  saying it was very sad to see patients  in the machine, they were in a big room lined up in these machines.  It was a crippling disease that affected many children and adults however Arlene did recover as you well know but it did affect her agility.
Arlene told me when she was little she wanted to be a boy and Roy wanted to be a girl, so mom told them if they wished hard enough it might come true, so they held hand her  saying I wish I was a boy.while Roy chanted I wish I was a girl.  We all know that didn't work and thank goodness. In todays world they would have insisted they have a sex change. 
Another thing Arlene herself relaid to me was she once put a mouse in the cloth hamper to scare mom, it worked and as with all naughty incidents by her children, mom lined them all up and if the guilty party didn't confess they all received a spanking at which time Arlene would put a book in her pants.  These are tales before my time that Arlene retold many times pretty pleased with herself for her mischievous ways.
My earliest rememberences is when she was in high school, she worked at a hamburger place on 7200 S I think it was considered West Jordan, on Saturday when she was working we would get hamburgers and fries, the hamburgers were huge 6 or 7 inches around.  Fun, fun big ice cream cones too and wonderful shakes.
Arlene went to Bingham instead of Jordan High.  Bingham was clear up in Copperton so she moved in with grandpa Pearson,.  I remember one night dad leaving to take Arlene to the hospital they said it was appendicitis but turned out to be a tubal pregnancy, Shen lost an ovary and after that dad relinquished and allowed her to marry at 17. 

On weekends Ellen and I would  to go to Marian and Arlene's to babysit or just help out with the kids.  Both sisters had second babies very close together, I always went to Arlene's, Ellen always seemed to go to Marian's.  We moved  to California when I was 15, that summer Ellen and I rode the bus to Utah, Ellen to stay with Marian, me with Arlene.  Arlene bought me new school clothes for helping her and babysitting.  She worked at Sears and I think her marriage was starting to crumble, Carl worked for Western Airlines and stepped out on her.  She really did try to make it work.  Marian had her fourth little Jenny, by then if I'm not mistaken and Ellen tended and worked for her.  It was a fun summer.
Arlene has always been a fighter, not in a negative way but a just way, always protecting those she loves.  She married three times, actually four, she married her last husband twice.  She is a true Pearson, strong willed and determined.    She does love her good deals  found at garage sales and second hand stores.  If you ever need anything she will find it for you in her many travels.  I should mention she has remained friends with her ex husbands, maybe Carl the least but he allowed her second husband to adopt Steve, Mary and Wade so I don't think he wanted to be part of their lives.  Mary stayed in touch with her grandparents  Zabriskie and was there for them until their passing.

Arlene loves Angels both figurines and Heavenly beings.  She believes strongly in naturopathic remedies, has many, and makes them available to all.

I have my dear sister Arlene to thank for my youngest two sons.  She made that miracle happen,  so I will always believe she is guided by Angels.  LaMont and I knew the minute we laid eyes on Shawn we were his parents.  For some reason I could not have children after Michele but the Lord knew our family was not complete.  Through Arlene we were led to Shawn and Jonny, the minute I held Jonny I knew our family was complete. 

Arlene has lots of friends who see the spirits around us.  They have told her things that are true so she has had very positive experiences.   She is passionate about alternative medications.  She has a natural cure for whatever ailments you might have and I have to agree they work.  Arlene is a caregiver taking care of anyone needing assistance.  She is a true friend.  She loves taking care of anyone in need.  She has come to my house on many occasions to clean, not my 

Arlene was my first experience in seeing what they call nesting in a mother. I was what 9 or 10 when she got married. I remember going to her apartment and it was a mess and she didn't cook, then she had her baby Steve and oh my gosh, you could eat off the floor, she cooked everything and never stopped. I stayed at her house a lot and tended when she and Carl would go out. When we moved to California, Ellen and I rode the bus to SLC, Ellen stayed at Marians, I stayed at Arlene's. I am getting ahead of myself, before that when I was younger, I always chose to go to Arlene's and tend because it was more exciting, she had fun friends and they laughed, played games and I loved to watch. Carl worked nights or swing shifts and he was never as outgoing as Arlene, so she did things with her friends for a long time after she was married. I always thought Arlene was the most beautiful of all of us. Sorry sisters, I did. She was always very stylish and kept up to date on hair dos and wardrobe But then during high school I only saw her if she stopped by with friends or if she was working because as I mentioned she lived with grandpa Pearson and went to Bingham high school and that was clear up in Copperton. I was still young when Marian, Roy and Arlene had some of their children. I was never popular in school or had many friends so I looked forward to weekends because one of them always needed a baby sitter. Arlene gives 100 percent to what she is currently envolved in. That meant being a mother talking care of her children, canning, cooking and cleaning, her house was always spotless.

Arlene’s children were a handful as they got older it required my full attention. Carl worked for Western Airlines at night but on his days off he was never any help with the children. His parents loved the children but Carl almost seemed indifferent to me.  Arlene being social it seemed it began to wear on her. She got a job at Sears in Salt Lake. She could sell and did very well. She began to save money she told me she was not going to divorce until she knew she would be okay. She intended to never be dependent on a man ever again. She wasn’t. 

She met a man Larry Jensen he had never been married before and had no children. Carl had no problem letting him adopt his 3 children. So they became Jensen’s they bought a home in I think it was Sandy at the time. She kept working and Vickie was her best. Babysitter after a time Arlene introduced her to Dan and they married at a very young age. I’m not sure how many years she stayed married to Larry but she divorced Larry and moved in with Lane Phelps in West Jordan.

 He had horses and dogs and his home had some property.  He was a strict disciplinarian and her children weren’t always happy about that. Keith the baby of the family lived with them for a time since mom and Reg were gone a lot. One day at mom’s we were talking and she said if she got pregnant again she would have an abortion. I was shocked I was married by then and had 3 children of my own. But when it happened she gladly welcomed Joy into her life. She was a fabulous mother to her young children. 

By then she was working in appliances at Sears and making really good money.  She met Ron Carlson and in my book they had kind of a love hate relationship.  Together they had it all she was the wealthiest family member. She helped mom a lot after Reg died.  They both got fired from Sears and they spent many years fighting Sears for what she felt was wrongful termination. I’m pretty sure the only one to gain from it all was the attorneys.  That did not stop Arlene she went on to selling furniture and appliances at a couple of different big box stores. She and Ron move to Arizona and I’m pretty sure I got out of order. They went to Arizona first we had a super fun sister’s trip there. Then they came to South Jordan, then St George. We had sister’s trips in St George and another time took a trip from HELL in her motor home to Anaise’s wedding.  

Ron and Arlene started a mortgage company in St George and we’re doing very well. Her home was beautiful it was in Bloomington. We sisters had some fun times in St George.  Life seemed good for Arlene but then the trouble began. I have no idea what started it this time but it led to divorce.  It was bitter and again the only people that made it out were attorneys.  They broke each other just like that she went from the richest to the poorest in the family. 

She moved in with Wade, her son, he had custody of his 4 children from another bitter divorce. His wife left her family for another man and became a drug addict, she is now clean and living a productive life. She was with Wade for several years and Ron came around off and on. She and Ron got sorta back together, Wade went to California and Arlene joined Ron in Arizona where I happened to be living and Anna lived.  Anna and Arlene became neighbors. Arlene still loves to cook and take care of people. At this time she is the oldest surviving sibling.  Marian, Roy, Anna, and Kathryn are gone and I miss them every day.  Thats it, I didn’t realize I had 2 starts on Arlene so I combined them. They might seem a little out of order but my brain is always out of order.

My Father Harold Roy Pearson Sr.

I haven't written for way too long but I've had a couple of instances the last couple of days that has had me thinking of my father.  I am going to write about my parents separately because that is how how I remember them best.  I don't remember them, together it was my mom home all week and dad coming home on weekends.
In referring to my dad I find myself always saying, "he was a good father but a terrible husband."  I think many would agree, even his brothers and sister who loved him.  He was exceptionally intelligent and they truly respected him.  Modern knowledge of the various mental ailments leads me to think he was probably in the autistic spectrum.  While highly intelligent, he lacked social skills growing up.  This escalated due to the fact that he was very cross eyed and his inability to see clearly.   I believe he told me he was around 12 when he finally got glasses and by then he had been teased so much he was withdrawn.  His sister, aunt Lillian once told me she felt bad for him because grandpa Pearson had doted on him as a youngster and then became very abusive and much harder on him than on his other sons.  I'm sure in school he was a nerd and lacking in social skills so he had few friends.  I was very socials and  never worried about school and that behavior was rewarded by my father.  He would tell my sister Judy, who did worry, go have fun like Carma, and as for report cards he would say I will pay you for "F"s, forget "A"s.  He wanted us to step outside of the box, or live for today.
For all of his intelligence he was irresponsible.  In school when we were asked what occupation our parents were in dad told me he was a millwright contractor.  He actually designed and built feed mills.  When I was younger he had a business with his cousin Jack Petersen, it was Pearson and Petersen Construction.  They split up because of finances, for a while they had another cousin, Evelene Butterfield do the bookkeeping, but they couldn't make it.
Dad had a love for photography, he had a dark room in the house. It was always kept locked sometimes when he was home we could go in and watch while he developed pictures.  He also had slides developed and then printed pictures off them, I think.  I know I loved it when he would bring out the slide projector and screen and show us the slides.  He would tell us about each one, some were of us, some of the things he built, one of my favorites was a church he put the steeple on. I was so impressed.
I loved it when he came home on Saturday nights we always ate dinner together I remember having soup or ham hock and beans and homemade bread or fried dough as we called it.  I truly can't think when we had something different on Saturdays but maybe my older sisters can.  As a side note it was actually after I was married that I learned fried dough was actually called scones, I still call them what they are fried dough. Then on Sunday dad took us to Sunday school and mom rarely went but then she took the older kids to Sacrament meeting and dad stayed home with the younger ones.  Oh I dreaded turning 12 and having to go to Sacrament meeting, you see I could never sit still.  Dad stayed home and sat in a chair reading and telling me one ingredient at a time how to make a coffee cake.  He was actually a cook on a surveying team in Oregon.  He told me stories about that too.  You know he always had a book or the scriptures in his hand but he still told me stories.  Then mom came home and we had toasted cheese sandwiches and coffee cake.  Some Sundays we would go for a ride in the mountains and in the fall we sometimes drove through the Alpine Loop and ended up in Provo and got ice cream, my dad loved ice cream.  I'm not sure of the name of the place but it was homemade ice cream and lots of flavors.  It was downtown Provo, I want to say it was Cooks Creamery.
One of my favorite childhood memories was Thanksgiving and Christmas.  We often went to aunt Lillian's and uncle Don's house for Thanksgiving and so many people came,  I loved it.  Such great food, boy could the Pearson's cook, Bagley's to for that matter.  When our family became much bigger with older kids getting married and so on Thanksgiving was always full of people, my favorite.  Then Christmas was the best.  Dad always came home the night before Christmas Eve and
on Christmas Eve we would get up and go to downtown Salt Lake City and shop all day.  We had lunch at Kresses snack bar and shopped some more.  We would split up from time to time so we could shop for each other or dad could shop for us.  We were poor but we always had some presents.  Mom stayed home and cooked and cooked.
I want to make sure whoever reads this understands that I'm am telling my story of my dad.  I know it varies greatly between the 10 of us but this is my reality and not based on the perspective of others or on things I later learned.
My father was always reading.  I used to say he read the standard works every month.  I know now I must of thought that because it seemed he always had one of the scriptures in his hand and he could quote them better than anyone one I know.  I remember thinking more than once, why don't they call him to be a bishop he knows more than most people, but it seemed he would always be a Sunday School teacher.  I remember him teaching my class because he always asked his favorite riddle, "the oldest man that lived on earth died before his father".  Well it was of course Methuselah, son of Enoch who was translated so technically didn't die.  I loved it when he told me Bible stories.  He related a hero or heroine in the Bible to each one of his children, I was Ruth because he felt I was brave and adventurous not afraid to set out on my own.  Here are some of things I learned from my Dad.  " If you doubt something you hear in church, ask the Lord, personnel revelation is available to everyone.  Read and study the scriptures then ask the Lord for clarification.  Everything you hear from the pulpit is that persons interpretation of what they have read but each of us is accountable for ourselves and need to find our own personal truth.  Never base your testimony on a Bishop, Stake President or even a general authority they are men and not perfect if you do base it on a particular member of the church and they fall where are you then?  When the Prophet says "thus sayeth the Lord", sit up and take heed because that is scripture.  When it comes to sin remember it is the sin that is bad, not the person, you are not the judge.  Good people can sometimes do bad things but there is always repentance.  Always remember the Gospel is true never let someone's bad judgement drive you away from the church.  The church is made up of people that are not perfect but the Gospel of Jesus Christ is perfect.  The scriptures are a gift from Heavenly Father to show us the way to happiness, read them often.
So you see he wasn't perfect, but to me he was a good father.  I feel he gave me a strong footing in the church and the Gospel.  I didn't go to church for a long time but I knew it was true.  If I had followed my fathers advice and read my scriptures I'm sure I would never have robbed myself of the blessings and knowledge church attendance offers. Luckily it's never too late in the eyes of the Lord.
Dad often took us to visit family I loved that we had a large extended family.  I felt important because no one elsehad double cousins.  I said I was social but I really didn't have a lot of friends as a child but I had lots of cousins and sisters and I got to stay over that their houses a lot and how I loved to play.
I said he worked out of town coming home Saturday nights but he had to have come home on Friday sometimes because I remember going to the canyons to eat and him making potatoes up in the canyon, man they were good.  It was bacon, onions and sliced potatoes and just like fried dough they will always be potatoes up in the canyons to me.  I loved going to the mountains it was such a fun place to be.  We also camped a few times, fun fun.
Because dad worked out of town in the summer we got to go with him and stay usually mom came
with us younger kids but sometimes dad took just us kids.  He actually took the older kids too.  I got to go to Craig Colorado one time with Anna and Kathryn.  My favorite place was Moroni, we spent many a summer there that was another thing I felt set me apart from friends at school.
Dad went through a kind of mid life crisis when I was in 10th grade, mom was pregnant with Kietand from what I understood dad was not happy.  He went to California taking Judy for company to find a job and have a change.  Judy got homesick or lonesome so dad called and ask if I wanted to come. I was so excited he bought me a train ticket and off I went.  I think he had found an apartment by then at least I remember going to one.  I got enrolled in school at Gardena high and had a great time, he was so proud of me just getting on a train with no fear it was a great adventure for me.  Keith was born December 18, and I was sad I wasn't there but as soon as Christmas break started the 3 of us  got in the car and off we went home to get the rest of the family.  We returned after the Holiday break.  Judy, Carma, Ellen, Dan, and baby Keith.  I mentioned thinking dad was having a bit of a mid  life crisis, I think when he initially left he actually left mom.  He dyed his hair cut it in a funky style and I believe he became a realtor.  I remember there being financial problems, mom ironed for people and baked, she made killer pies.  At one point dad sent mom back to Utah to ask her brothers for money.  Uncle Don who was married to dads sister Lillian has always helped us out before. It's my understanding they said no and mom came back dad got a job as an estimator.  He never really liked it and so my senior year in high school we moved back to Salt Lake.
Dad worked for Intermountain Feed store and I think that is one of the areas he taught Roy and Vern, Anna's husband to be electricians.  They were Firemen and  worked with dad on the side.
I always though it crazy, mom and dad were married for 30 years and had 10 children but when he no longer worked away from home they got divorced.  It always made me sad for dad he seemed lonely but he always said he was happy and was glad mom initiated the divorce because he couldn't in good conscience do it.
Shortly after I met LaMont dad began working in Cedar City for Intermountain Feed.  He worked in the construction of their buildings as a superintendent remodeling or building new ones.  LaMont had been in school for construction and that was where his heart was, dad had him come to Cedar City and work with him.

Life

In talking to Ellen about her journals I began to wish I had kept one. Without proof in words we rely on memory and I can testify that is not always accurate. I have many memories growing up, I often see a picture in my mind and it conjours up a series of events I remember. That is why I started talking about my family members. Some members played a bigger roll in my memories when I was young other when I grew up. Some interactions after marriage depended on LaMont and I and our children. So without written proof it become some what of a Pearson urban legend. I have decided to complete my verson of life with my brothers and sisters so I return to Arlene.

I know I haven't been posting again but today I was riding with LaMont in Virginia and we passed a church, it had a white steeple, and I had a flashback as a child watching dad's slides in the living room in the house on Smelter Street. Dad had a slide of a church he worked on and there were slides of them putting up the steeple. That was when I learned what a steeple was and that they were on churches. I remembered being so facinated and begging dad to let me go with him to see him put up another one. He did actually take me with him one day, I am thinking in Sandy but I don't remember for sure, but that was when my love for hanging out at job sites began. To this day I love to watch construction. When my children were small I would always take them to LaMont's various job sites, we would have lunch and visit for a while. Fun times for us.

Isn't it funny how something triggers a memory? And that triggers more and more memories. That was one of those memories that made me feel warm and fuzzy. I could picture everything so vividly and I started to remember other things as well. Dad always let me hang out at his jobs, mainly I remember Moroni. Lots of summers we would travel to Moroni. We stayed in a house that belonged to Edna Larson. No in door plumbing and mom cooked on an old coal stove. She cooked too, made home made bread even. Isn't it amazing they could control the temperature for beautiful baked goods.

I loved to go to Moroni I met a girl Susan Christensen, she was so cute and fun. Shes took me on my first "pea" raid. We could play outside til way late, in fact that was when the fun began. We played games, hide and seek, no bears are out tonight, red rover red rover send ??? right over, mother may I and kick the can. We always played one potato, two potato three potato four, or eeney meeney minee moe catch a tiger by the toe, to see who was first. I shouldn't tell you but actually when i was little, we said eeney meeney minee moe catch a niger by the toe. Can you imagine if that was said today? Sometimes even the bigger sisters would play, Anna and Kathryn, never Marian or Arlene.

When we traveled to Moroni it took about 2 1/2 hours back then all the way down State Street, no freeway. Dad would always ask who knew all the towns we traveled through, he would say "I'll give a nickel to the first one to name the next town we are going to go through," the only one I usually got was Salem, I don,t remember which town it follows now but I did. If you sat by dad he always played, tickle tickle on the knee if you laugh you don't love me. I tried so hard not to laugh. His other thing he did was to tell us we were lost, then he would say we will just have to go where the car took us.

Those were fun carefree days I cherish.

Thanks for reading.

I have been gone for a while but not lost. Life just gets to complicated at times and we find ourselves not making or taking time for things we are committed to. I am committed to this blog and I feel bad I stopped on Arlene, it is actually started and it isn't as though I am at a loss for what to say about her, as with all of my brothers and sisters there is much to say.

I think that I will actually talk about me for a bit. I keep having memories pop up in my mind about family and growing up in a large family. Can I just say that lately I feel like I am so lucky to have the family I do. I was a brat growing up, you know the one that gets into things, other peoples things, and made messes, but I think my most paralysing characteristic was procrastination. Guess what it still is. My sisters see me now as the one who knows how to have a good time,guess why? I put off what I should be doing. Can I just say they have forgiven my childhood transgressions more than I have. Now, although I would like to be remembered for more than the one who knows how to have a good time, it is better than some things I could be remembered for.

Steven Covey in his 7 Habits, says "think about what you would like to be said about you at your funeral and go from there to make it happen". I love that, but could never quite put it to practice. I am not sure what I would like said, I seem to change my mind often. I know I try to find the good qualities in people and use that as an example for me to use in my life. Like when I moved to South Jordan, my neighbor Carol Orme acted like I was doing her a favor when I asked her to tend, or help me out in any way. I was so impressed because when I was asked by someone to help I would go over in my mind what I had going on and if it would work. I followed her example and started saying sure I can do that and then made it work. That made me feel like I was really helping them. I will think about more examples as time goes on. For now I will talk about my brothers and sisters.

When it comes to my family one trait that comes to mind for each member is their kind hearts and willingness to share all they have. My heart aches for people who have no one to go to in times of need, or just someone to make them feel better about themselves. I recently had a talk with my grandchildren and I told them that when I am sad or scared, I go to people I know love me no matter what and that is my brothers and sisters. Maybe it is age or maturity but they have come to accept each other for what they are, not perfect, not all knowing, but loving. So that is something I will work on making them feel loved by me. I want to be that person they want to be around when they are down or sick. I want to give back to them what they have given me.

I think I will post this even though it is only a start so you know I am alive and well and full of love for you all. My husband is trying to go to sleep and I am keeping him awake so I will write some of those memories I was talking about tomorrow.

Today is my 41st anniversary. I think in the Pearson family I have been married the longest. Now I am sure Roy and Martha and Kathryn and Leon would have been ahead of me but unfortunately our Father in Heaven had different plans for them. So now as the 7th in line I have been married to the same spouse the longest. Today has been a very crazy day, LaMont said he guessed this was one anniversary we wouldn't forget any time soon, I laughed, he's right, some have been better, some have been worse but the fact remains we have been married 41 years!!! I am sure that is a shock to some of you, there were times I never thought we would make it this far but we have. LaMont and I have had some mighty rough years and some wonderful years. I say rough years first because they are actually what made many of the good years better. I have been so blessed but sometimes I take the blessings for granted usally when things are going good, so now and again trials come my way to bring me back down to earth. I am so grateful LaMont and I have stuck together, sharing the hard time enjoying the good times. We have 5 amazing children and 10 incredible grandchildren. They each have talents that when blended together make us an amazing group of people. Here's to many more years, good and bad but for sure together. I love you LaMont

Well I have been gone so long now we are at 52 years in 2 weeks. We have come so far literally. We now are in Enterprise Utah and we love it. My heart is full when I think how much Michele has done for us. We sold our Buckeye house and now we have a lovely home with no mortgage  Chelsea has married an amazing young man Bradley Gardner. and expecting her 3rd baby another little girl. She has Madison, Aaron and now her new little girl will be born the end of November. We are so excited being a great grandma is just as fun as a grandma was.

 Taylor is in Pocatello ID gaining to Pharmaceutical school. He is married to his sweetheart from school Kimberlee Bishop now Gardner. Kim has graduated college at Dixie. Chantel’s health is still a worry she had surgery today August 30, 2021.to repair her fistula. She said she is home doing good. Callie had been making soap now she makes pins they are really cute she and Cydni do door dash on the weekends. Tara works at fun center in Goodyear. TG is home we hope working on his GED. Chantel was able to retire from Southwest Airlines which really helped her family. Tod still works for the railroad so he is able to fly to his destinations. 

Morgan’s children are in college Jaron is in Tuscan and Paige goes to a community college. They are really an amazing family. 

Michele is In Enterprise and her daughter Rachel is heading to Baton Rouge LA in a couple of weeks to serve a mission. We are all so excited for her. Trevor my youngest grandchildren is in 6th grade. 

Then we come to my youngest sons Jonny boy is coming to live with us. He’s lonesome and would love to find a wife. Shawn has a home in West Valley City where he and his girlfriend Ada live. 

So much going on but for the moment life is good.