Friday, October 31, 2008

Halloween Memories, the Mostly Bad



Halloween isn't my favorite holiday but I have learned to sort of enjoy it since my children have left the nest. "Why?" you ask. Well, we moved up to Clifton from Salt Lake City 29 years ago. The mother's in the big city would make an annual trek to Grand Central (like a Walmart) and purchase a $1.98 boxed costume for their kids. Really easy and the kids were happy! All the kids in the costume parade at the school were either witches, Casper the Friendly Ghost, pirates, skeletons, princesses.....you get the picture.


Well, we move up to Clifton and mother's are dressing their kids up as crayons, pumpkins, frogs, bees. Costumes that required TIME and SEWING! I couldn't put my kids in a boxed costume so I had to join the throng. I made costumes and my kids would have to wear them for two or three years until they grew out of them and then poor Jeff, our youngest, HAD to be a clown or whatever I'd sewn for the others whether he liked it or not! I wasn't going to sew anymore!! He soon got so he took a shirt out of his dads closet and went as a "nerd".


Life is much better now. My costume consists of a black t-shirt with the word "BOO" on it and Wayne stays at the barn and is dressed as a poor farmer in the rags that he regularly wears to milk in.


As I recall, we did attend a Halloween party in Salt Lake with friends where I donned a white sheet, painted my face red, filled my mouth with mashed potatoes, and went as a "ZIT!" Sorry if you are eating while reading this...


(The photo is of our pumpkin this year.....a cheeseburger pumpkin! Very easy!!!)

Monday, October 27, 2008

Our Grandkids Should Be Impressed !

Well, Wayne and I did something Friday night that I never thought I'd be a part of with him.......we attended HIGH MUSICAL 3 on the OPENING DAY!!! We were definitely the oldest people in the theater and it was quite an experience being around all of these screaming, yelling, kids. It reminded me of the time that I camped out on State Street in Salt Lake City with some girlfriends to attend the opening day of the Beatles movie, "HELP!" We screamed and yelled through the entire movie that day.

We happened to be in Logan that day doing some temple work and visiting my Aunt Peggy and Uncle Lex and while driving by the theater's in Providence Wayne says "Let's go see what is playing." High School Musical 3 started at 6:30 p.m. and we arrived at 6:28. There were just a handful of seats left so we ended up on the third row. The movie was great. It is so nice to know that good clean shows can be so popular.

Going to see a popular movie on opening day will probably never happen to us again. We usually wait until the movie comes to the cheaper Preston theater, but for just a brief couple of hours we felt young and foolish again! You see, sexagenarians (people in their 60's.....get your mind out of the gutter!) can have fun occasionally.

I'm also quite sure I was the only one in the theater that actually graduated from "East High School" in Salt Lake City where the movie was filmed. The school has been totally re-constructed since the old building we went to school in which was an earthquake hazard!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The Best Day of My Life



Today is October 22, 2008. I want to wish a Happy Anniversary to Jeff and Nicole. They were married on October 22, 2004, which just happened to be the best day of my life - the day I had always prayed for. And not just because Jeff found a sweetheart and talked her into taking him on for eternity (but that was important!) But, this is the reason why.....
Ever since I became a wife and mother I had always hoped and prayed for the day that all of my family would be in the temple at the same time for the wedding of our youngest one. That would mean that they were all worthy to be in the Lord's house and living lives that I prayed for them to be doing.

Well, that happened four years ago. All of our children and their spouses - Daran and LoriAnn, Daralyn and Shane, Kelly and Bob, Jaime and Brandon and, of course, the new groom and bride, Jeff and Nicole, were there in that beautiful sealing room. As an added bonus, my brother Colin and his wife Mary, and Wayne's brother Keith and his wife Claudia, and his sisters Nola and her husband Gary and Elaine and her husband Cor were all there also. EVERYONE in my life who were the most important to me and my sweetie Wayne were in that very room. I was so overcome with joy and thankfulness that I will never forget that feeling. I felt like I could leave the temple and if I passed away right then my deepest wish would have come true that day and I had accomplished everything important to me. About 10 months later Keith was killed in a car accident, a month after that Claudia died from her injuries in that accident, and two months later Gary died suddenly. Elaine passed away Spring of 2007. That beautiful fall day was the last day Wayne and I were in the temple together with our own siblings.

I am so proud of my family and I love them so much. We are an eternal family and we will be together forever. I want to thank them for making October 22, 2004 the very best day of my life!!!

(In the photo of our immediate family everyone was there except Rylee, age 6, who was home with MONO!!! You are too young to kiss boys, Rylee!)

Friday, October 10, 2008

My Dad, Keith Kelly

Today is October 10th and it is the 41st anniversary of my dad's death. I was barely 18 years old when he passed away and that was the first "big trial" I ever had in my life to deal with. I was the last one in the family to see or talk with him as he dropped me off at the U of U that morning for my classes and then he proceeded to go downtown to get a haircut on Main Street. He collapsed suddenly down on the street and died of a blood clot to his lung.

That was such a shock to our family...so very unexpected. He was only 48 years old. My mom was very brave at the time but it was a real blow to our family. Dad had been transferred to San Francisco, and we were preparing to make the move. I was going to transfer to San Jose State to continue my education.

I miss my dad so much. He and I were so very close. Dad wasn't a tall man - 5'8" - and he had small feet, gray hair (which he'd had for years) and he was my hero! I vividly recall going to many Salt Lake Bees baseball games with him, and the countless hours he spent playing tether ball with me on the playground of Uintah Elementary, which was next to our home. He took me and my brother Colin on a river trip down the Colorado River for a week and I learned to appreciate the beauties of southern Utah because of him.

My dad was a huge teaser and I was the main recipient of this. I can still hear my mother saying "Keith, leave her alone!" I have a grandson, Brenden Keith, who seems to be a clone of his great-grandpa in this regard, and very properly named, I might add.

Dad loved his family and turned down a large pay increase and transfer to Omaha, Nebraska because, after visiting the city, decided he didn't want to raise his kids there. He was a religious man and was well beloved by the young men in the ward as he served as our ward's basketball coach and softball assistant coach for many years. A "Keith L. Kelly Memorial Award" was given out for years in Bonneville Stake to honor an outstanding young player.

Dad treated my mom like a queen - they held hands and he opened doors for her as long as I can remember. They were quite young at heart and were invited to the ward "Young Married" events, even when they had a son on a mission! Dad had a beautiful tenor voice and sang with the Salt Lake Barbershop Chorus for years.

My dad would have been excited when we moved to Clifton to our dairy farm as dad grew up in Lynddyl, Utah on a farm. He would have loved it up here!

Dad's time on earth was way too short and I have always felt cheated that I didn't have him longer, but I know I will see him again. I just hope I have made him proud! I LOVE YOU, DAD!!!!! You were the best dad in the world!

Saturday, October 4, 2008

My Country


Election Day 2008 is only 1 month away. I worry about my country - I know that it is on a fast decline financially and, more importantly, spiritually. I worry about my precious grandchildren and what this world will be like for them in another 10 or 20 years. So many things have changed in just the last 10 years. We pray daily that our "babies" will be protected, choose good friends, and be strong enough to withstand what will be thrown their way. I know that these little ones coming into our lives are very valiant, and were saved for these last days. I just want their lives to be as fulfilling and stable as mine has been.


September 11, 2001 was a day that changed our lives forever. I was snoozing on the couch that morning while watching Mary Tyler Moore on our newly installed Dish Satellite. Jaime called....."Mom, are you watching tv?" Jaime's panicked voice on the telephone woke me up from a nap on the couch. It was 7:45 a.m. I quickly turned the channel from 'Mary Tyler Moore' to Channel 5 and was horrified at what was flashing before my eyes. The World Trade Centers in New York City were on fire, the Pentagon in Washington D.C. was on fire, and a hijacked airliner crashed in Pennsylvania. What was happening?


"What was that?" I cried to Jaime as the first tower collapsed. My first thoughts were to get Jeff home from USU and Jaime, Brandon, and baby Hadlee home from Ogden (they live fairly close to Hill Air Force Base) - put everyone down the basement, and lock them in. Wayne was milking and had no idea what was taking place. With tears in my eyes I went to find him, and thank him for moving me to this little hoe-dunk town of Clifton where I felt about as safe as was possible at that moment. Jeff had just turned in his papers to serve an LDS mission. I didn't want him to go ANYWHERE! I was so frightened about what was happening to this country that I love. I will never forget that day as long as I live!!!


I write a weekly Clifton Rural Route column for our local newspaper, The Preston Citizen, and the column I wrote that week was actually published on the front page of the paper. Here is part of what I wrote: "I have never been so proud to be an American as I have been this week. Flags are flying everywhere, and I'd fly one if I could find one in a store to buy! Patriotic songs which usually being tears to my eyes have brought rivers this week."


We pray for the leaders, and future leaders, of our nation. I just don't have much faith that either of those running can pull us out of our mess. I guess all we can do is pray for the Lord's help at this critical time in our nation's history. I pray that our children and grandchildren will stay close to the church because that is what will be necessary to pull them through!


(The photo is of the flag that was given to us from the Preston Elk's Club after reading my article in the paper where I said I couldn't find a flag to purchase!)