Showing posts with label Grandma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grandma. Show all posts

Monday, September 2, 2013

Happy Birthday...Its All Downhill From Here!

Today is my Birthday.

It is the one day every year when your friends and family say, "Hey I am glad you lived another year!!!"

This is a big birthday for me I am turning 38. I know its not that big of a birthday and I am not all freaked out by turning 38. I have been telling everyone I am turning 38.

The reason its a big deal is this is the year that my Grandma is officially double my age. That's right when she was my age she was expecting to be a grandma for the first time. She also had a 9 year old son, (Hi Uncle Craig).

I think its appropriate that on this birthday I tell you about my awesome Grandma.

Yup that is baby me.
The first thing you should know is I look a lot like her. In fact change the hair and that could almost be a picture of me taken today (this answers the question of where did I get that chin).

I also think I am a lot like her. We have similar tastes in decor. I am not sure where I get my love of books from but I think its genetic and I got it and my chin from her. We even have the same favorite color...purple.

We also think a lot a like despite our 38 age difference. I am not sure if she is very modern or I am a bit old fashioned...I think she is progressive. We even like the same kind of wine and soda...but not the same kind of beer. A girl has to assert her independence some times.

We really have some many similarities I could not possibly list them all.

I love you Grandma I can not wat to see you today.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

A Very Merry UnBirthday to Me!!!

My birthday is in 4 days.

Yup in 4 days I will officially be a year older.

I know its exciting and fun and you are thinking...Happy almost birthday Girl Named Michael.

Thanks for the birthday wish.

But I am not excited for this birthday.

Which is strange because I am that girl that likes to celebrate her bday. I start dropping birthday gift hints months in advance. I get all giddy with the idea of birthday cake (or cupcakes because I am not a fan of cake). I relish in the happy birthday texts, calls and cards.

And its not because I am turning 37. But when did that happen. 37 really???? I don't feel 37...I feel 27 or at least I act 27, which is the same thing.

But this year I am a little sad.

My grandma that passed away shared the same birthday with me. So instead of my giddy light head happiness that accompanies my bday I am a bit melancholy and moody. We never did anything special on our shared day but I tried to always call and talk to her. But for the last week when I think of that day I want to cry and I can barely talk about it with out crying. As I sit here tears are gathering in my eyes and I am fighting the urge to sob. (If I was home I would give into this but sitting in the office I feel I should control it a little.)

In fact yesterday when The BF was trying to figure out how many people would be at my party (he was ordering my gourmet cupcakes) I told him I didn't want a big deal just a quite lil gathering with him and The "pseudo" stepkids.

This caused my co-worker to stare at me in utter shock. I think she is watching my closely waiting for the inevitable nervous brake down.

I swear I am fine. I just want some peace to reflect and gather up all the pieces that are scattered.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

In Memory of My Grandma Ellen

In one area of my life I have been very blessed.

At the time of my birth not only were all my grandparents alive but so where most of my great grandparents. Add in on one side I was the first grandchild and on the other I was the first granddaughter (my cousin Todd beat me being the first grandchild by 10 days) I was very spoiled and always knew I was much loved. 

Then when my parents divorced and remarried I was again blessed to have wonderful step-parents and step-grandparents (not to mention step-cousins, step-aunts, step-uncles...etc). 

I imagine its not easy being a step-grandparent. You miss out on those early bonding years and what you get is a moody 13 year old with a loud laugh, a definite attitude and who spent more time with her nose in a book and headphones on her ears than talking to you. Or that's what one of my step-grandparents got. 

But not once did they ever make me feel left out or not part of the family.

Grandpa died back when I was in college...Grandma died two days ago.

And I want to share one of my favorite moments with my Grandma. The one that made me realize as a moody teenager that I was a part of her family.

Back when I was in high school (lets not talk about how many years ago) I decided my senior year to take a cooking class to get an easy A. One day the teacher decided to teach to make Native American Fry Bread (although we called it Indian Fry Bread). I was excited. My grandma made amazing Fry Bread and I thought if I learn the basics maybe she will teach me to make it as well as she does. 

To this day I have no idea what the teacher was making but it was NOT Fry Bread. Since I was an outspoken snotty teenager I made a point of informing the teacher it was not Fry Bread. And while I don't remember the exact conversation it went something like this:
  • Me: That's not Fry Bread
  • Teacher: Yes it is
  • Me: No it is not (I am pretty sure I said this in the most snotty way possible) 
  • Teacher: This how you make it.
  • Me: My grandma is Native American from the Southern Ute tribe and she makes Fry Bread all the time and that is not how you make it. 
  • Teacher No your not
I can't remember what happened after that but the result was me going home and telling my mother my teacher is stupid and while I think my mom was more upset about my teacher not believing me. In the teachers defense I was blonder and whiter than then I am now and that is pretty blonde and white.

My mom informed my grandma about what happened and my grandma volunteered to go to the school and introduce herself to my teacher as my grandma and to teach her to make real Fry Bread. 

Being a cool teenager I declined the offer but when Grandma insisted on teaching me how to make Fry Bread I let her. 

Since her death I have been searching for the recipe and trying to remember all the tips that she taught my like how you can tell if your grease is hot enough. I haven't made it in years but I have no doubt after a few attempts I will remember all she taught me.

After she offered to have a showdown at the high school I started to feel like I belonged to her family...that and we shared a birthday.


I am so glad that she was part of my life. 

Monday, December 12, 2011

At Least my Hair Looks Good

You may have noticed that once again I have been absent from my blog and my tweets are few and far between. I guess the world was not done with my family. In fact I would be surprised if there was an Emergency Room in Northern Utah my family hasn't visited in the last few weeks.

As you know my appendix ruptured and I had to have emergency surgery right before Thanksgiving and we all thought that was scary but things did not stop there oh no. That was only the beginning of ER visits for my family.

Since mom was scheduled to have a hip replacement surgery we decided to have our stocking decorating Christmas Party early so here we were all over at moms when my sister (very dramatically) says to my step-dad, "Whats wrong with your face?" As we all turn our attention to him we notice his face his droopy and his speech is slurred. So my sister and mom rush himthe the local ER were they inform us its not a stroke but Bells Palsey.

The following Monday mom has her surgery as scheduled only that evening my sister notices my dad is worse so she takes him back to the ER (which luckily was down the hall from moms hospital room). After the Dr telling us again it was Bells Palsey my sister took him home very unsatisfied with the answers we are getting. After more appointments and tests that we insisted on the determined he had a stroke.

Just when we thought things were moving forward and people were getting better my mom texts me and says:
  • MOM: Grandma T is being transported to the hospital. She is having a heart attack. Your sister is with Pa. I will let you know what is happening.
Suddenly my life is like a bad soap opera. I immediately drive through the treacherous canyon. to go sit with my mom and niece while my sister takes my step-dad to the Emergency Room to be with his mom who ended up getting life flighted to a hospital in a bigger city.

Just when we thought everything was quite again (grandma is doing very well they were able to clear out the blockage, place a stint in her artery and place a temporary pacemaker) we had to (and by we I mean my sister) rush my sister to the Emergency Room. Yup hospital staff now knows us by our first now. Moms leg was swollen and the Drs were worried about a blood clot. Luckily they didn't find one.

Needless to say December has been a rough month for us. I want to skip it and go straight to 2012. Nothing bad can happen in 2012 except that world ending thing. But after everything we have been through that doesn't seem like that big of a deal.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Love at First Sight or Second Sight!!!

The picture in my mind when I think of my grandparents.
Not that long a go my grandma had a hip replacement surgery and for one weekend I got to stay with her and be her care taker. This may not sound exciting to you and its not that exciting to me either but I love spending time with my grandma talking and watching old movies. I have always had good talks with Grandma. 

This was before I started dating The BF (I think) and we some how started talking about marriage and love. So I asked her how did you and Grandpa end up dating and get married.

I have often wondered about this because I knew that my granparents had grown up in the same small Idaho town. The same town/community that their parents grew up in (not to mention my parents and I was born there). I also knew my grandma was a few years older than grandpa (shocking) and that their courtship was short.

I knew that they both came from large families and while grandpa was the second oldest in his family grandma was the third youngest in hers. I know that grandpa joined the Air Force at 17 and grandma went off to nursing school. They had known each other for years but their paths were not on a collision course. So how did these 2 people fall in love and end up married?

According to my grandma....*

Their wedding picture!!!
One day I was running around with your Great- Aunt Ila Mae, your grandpa's older sister. We need to stop by the barber shop to drop some money off to your grandpa. he had just returned from being in the Air Force and wanted to get a hair cut.

When we walked into the barber shop there he was in his uniform (as many young men returning had few other clothes) waiting for us. I remember thinking to myself he is so handsome in his uniform I better marry him quick before someone else does. Two months they eloped in Carlin, Nevada.

I don't know if it was romantic or just practical that they eloped. I like to think mostly romantic.


* To all my family...This is how I remember the story grnadma told me so  if I got wrong let me know and if I like what you have to add or change I will make corrections. But it better be good.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

A Tribute to My Grandpa

Today I have been going through boxes and old files and while looking for something else I came across a file folder labeled biochemistry, inside I found the obituary, funeral program and Life Sketch of my Grandpa Dee Jay.

I was instantly transported to a time 11 years ago when I spoke at his funeral all the emotions came flooding back like it was yesterday. In fact as I sit here typing my eyes are filled with tears and the screen is blurrying  before my eyes.

So I am going to embrace those feelings and share with you my Grandpas life. 

Dee Jay was born December 4, 1929, he was the first son and second child of 12 to Berton and Rachel Mae. Being one of the oldest he shared the responsibility of gathering firewood, bringing water, starting the morning fire and other such chores.

He attended Malad Idaho Elementary and Jr, High School. During these years he shined shoes and set bowling pins at the bowling alley for dimes and nickels.

Quitting school his ninth grade year he began working. He traveled with a carnival, sometimes hitch hiking between cities because he was too young to be hired by the carnival. Other times the trucks would stop at the state line so he could walk across to the next state, because it was illegal to transport a minor across state lines. At other times he helped farmers by riding the derrick horse or driving wagons. He also worked as a fry cook. One summer while helping his Uncle Stephen on the harrow he broke his leg. They transported him from Kilgore Idaho to Malad before he got medical attention. He spent days in the hospital allowing the swelling to go to down so the compound fracture could be set. He enjoyed showing the scar off to his family. In his youth grandpa tried his hand at various jobs and gained many skills. He never stopped amazing us with the stories of his many experiences.

At the age of 17 he joined the Air Force and spent time in Topeka, Kansas, St. Louise Missouri, Puerto Rico, and Guatemala. He was assigned to a reconnaissance aircraft, the B17, as a radio operator which gave him the training and education which lead to his life time career.
At age 20 he became reacquainted with Hanna Lou. Two months later, on August 8th 1950 the were married in Carlin, Nevada.

Shortly after his marriage he went to work for the State of Idaho Highway Dept surveying roads and testing road materials. During this time his four oldest children were born, Grant in 1951, 11 months later Eunice was born in 1952. Louise came in 1954 and Janice in 1955.

Also in 1955 he was hired by the Federal Government as an Air Traffic Controller. The family temporally moved to Bountiful, Utah for 6 months.

They then moved back to Malad where he continued working for the FAA at the Malad Airport for 18 years. Here he loved his job and co-workers. Three more children were born during these years, Dana in 1957, Natalie in 1959 and Dalan in 1962.

In 1965 Grandpa and Grandma were sealed in the Logan Temple to each other and their children for all eternity.

Grandpa kept busy during these years being active in the Lions Club, The Eagles Club, and serving on the Draft Board. He also enjoyed raising and racing horses. He served as LDS church as the executive secretary, a young men's adviser, home teacher, Sunday school teacher, a member of the Sunday School Presidency and a member of the Elder's Quorum Presidency. 

TO better support his family he took other jobs such as spraying for weeds and insects. During lambing he would help sheep ranchers. As payment he brought home the orphaned or "bum" lambs for his family to raise.

In 1973 the airport in Malad closed down and Grandpa moved his family to Boise Idaho. He continued working for the FAA for 12 more years and took a second job as a relief bus driver. Also during this time he was selected to take special training for his job and became certified as a E faus specialist. He also served as stake missionary for his church. In all he jobs Grandpa excelled and earned respect from those around him.

While in Boise and in his fifties Grandpa picked up new hobbies. Although deathly afraid of drowning he endured 3 sessions of swimming lessons until he learned to swim. At the age of 52, Grandpa learned down hill skiing. He also learned the trade of shoe repairing. A skill he hoped to use after he retired. It was also during this time that he became a grandfather a role he enjoyed immensely.
In 1985 Grandpa retired from the FAA and in 1986 he and Grandma returned to Malad, his beloved home and as he would say, "God's Country."

In 1987 he went through surgery for colon cancer. Although the illness altered his life, he won the battle and as a true survivor continued an active and productive life. Grandpa again worked in the young men's program and as a home teacher.

He then took a new job as a manager of the Senior Citizen's Center. He remained at this job for 13 years. He was dedicated worker preparing the monthly meat order for the center from his hospital bed just a day and 1/2 before his death.

After retiring to Malad Grandpa picked up the hobbies of snowmobiling and riding ATVs. He again raised, trained and raced horses. He continued snow skiing into his 60's and always enjoyed hunting and fishing with his children and other relatives.

Grandpa's highest priority in life was his wife, children, grandchildren and other family members. I am very proud to be able to call him Grandpa.

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