This is the latest letter. I edited quite a bit out of it to keep it from being offensive.
I just wrote Jill back and sent Alyssa a card in thanks for the picture she drew me of Rojo.
So I take it you are all moved and settled in your place in Richmond. So you got another house? Or an apartment?
Aint Karma a bitch! I tried and tried to get that prick Carlson off my case but the bias gutless bastard was not man enough to take himself off my case. So my 2 good friends Mother Nature and Father Time took care of my problem for me. Those obits you sent me was a joke. That is one reason why I will not have one. What a crock of shit.
Anyhow, I called Dunlap the 9th and he was taking off for somewhere but said he was taking my file with him. He said he found something else in my paperwork and was investigating it. He wants everything over and done with by the end of this month so hopefully in a couple of weeks I will leave on transport to Jerome. Another judge has not been appt yet. SO I am keeping my fingers crossed that everything turns out for me OK. Then I can get out of this screwed up state and start over again. Hopefully I can get Sis to go with me.
I did not think Milo had the guts to answer my note. I told you he was a gutless wonder. I sent Doug a card for his birthday and asked him to please put the plot next to Dads in my name. I said you would probably help if needed. Will you?
Beings you are working in a bank now are you going to forget about law, lawyering, politics and all the corruption that goes along with it. I hope so. The system is broken and too far damaged to ever fix. Besides DOC is one of the biggest money makers in the country. Then you have all the parasites that suck the incarcerated for everything with commissary, phones, ect. I would prefer you stay away from it. Stick to banking. That is where the money is. Pun intended. You can find out for me how to get off shore accts.
I do not remember you telling me about Ross. Hope you have fund showing Donald around. Thanks for the info on the Jonas’. Does not the death certificate tell the cause of death. What or why the person died. Like Grandpa Jonas died of electrocution. Did you find out anything about autopsy reports. Are not they public record? If so then you can get them. Autopsy reports are used in court which is public. I know at one time I had the autopsy report of the one who got herself dead in my hands but it made me sick reading what little I did read so that means probably both the attys had a copy. Check it out or if you run across a lawyer ask and see. I think Colleen had Dads. Whatever, if you come up with anything let me know.
I still caint figure out why you want a timeline of my life. You sure are not going to get it from anybody else. 1st accident happened about 4 days after I graduated from high school. May 26, ’72 I think. Doug Taylor and I were up in the mountains above Oakley. I think we were up where we used to get wood. We had spent the night up there in his Blazer without the top on. Doug had been screwing around trying to be cute and found a gog and stuck the Blazer in it. It took us most of the morning trying to find big rock to put under the tires to get out. We stopped in Oakley at a little store and got a couple cans of soup and a big can of tomato juice. Doug did not have a drivers license so we stayed off the main high by taking the road east that ran parallel to the highway. Doug had one of those small sport steering wheels and the juice can got stuck under the steering wheel and the seat. Before he could get it out the Blazer drifted to the left and hit a culvert and that had big chunks of cement thrown in it where the force of the water had washed away the dirt. Doug bounced out 1st thing and only got a scrape on his shoulder. I rode with the Blazer being thrown back and forth like a rag doll. The Blazer came to a stop where it hit an uprise where the ground had been cut away. I was thrown out and the barb wire broke my fall. I slid along the wire a little ways and ended up upside down hanging by my leg. When I lifted my head to try and figure out whatever, it was like someone threw a bucket of blood on my arm. I kicked down and was wedged between the Blazer and the uprise ground. The wreck crunched the front quarter fender passenger side. I think there was front end damage. I busted the back of the seat so it layed flat, took out the dash with my ribs and the windshield and frame with my head. Then I spent time at U of U Medical Center trying to make my face look like my face again. Before I got my last operation on my face I got my hand hurt at Del Monte.
Aug 17, 73 I went to Mt. Home Air Force Base to pick up Doug (brother). When I got back and went to work I was late. It was break time so I was giving the other workers their breaks. I was by the buff line squatting down picking up stuff up off the floor. I started to lose my balance and reached back to steady myself and grabbed the chain right in front of the sprocket which pulled my hand in. I spent the next 4 years getting my hand rebuilt. I lived on comp for the first 2 years. That was when I moved back to Richmond and then Logan. After they cut me off comp in between operations I worked odd jobs. I worked as an automotive electrical mechanic in Mt. Home (76), canning kitchen in Rupert (76). I went to Voc Rehab at CSI (77), was the 2nd to leave and get a job which was at Motor Parts in Burley (77). I enlisted in the Army in the DEP (delayed entry program) in Dec 77, left in Mar 78 for boot camp at Ft. McClellan Alabama, then to Ft Knox Kentucky for AIT as 63C which is track vehicle mechanic. Was ½ through my 13 wk training in 2 ½ wks when I said fuck it cause a faggot kept getting me in trouble cause I would not play her game. I went to my DI (drill instructor), CO (commanding officer), JAG (lawyers), IG (Inspector General) for help and no one would help me so I got out on a medical discharge. Came back to Colleen’s in Paul and started working for Circle A.
New Years Eve ’79-’80 I put my arm through the window at the shop, cutting my arm in half and almost bled to death. DO not know if in 79 or after midnight in 80 when it happened. Feb 10, ’80 wrecked my jeep out by Max beet dump. Flipped jeep 7 times end over end and side ways. My dog is buried at Max. Everyone standing around said I was dead. But I am too damn ornery to die. The picture by the little red car is when I got in the wreck with Doug in ’72.
Does that fill in some of your spaces. I been bunged up pretty good. Some still bother me. In the little house when I was first living in it I walked out the front door and ** Sunday punched me and kicked me in the back right where spind and hip bones come together and ruptured the spinal column. Between the hematoma and spinal fluid that leaked out I had a lump the size of a soft ball cut in half. Took about a year for my body to dissolve and absorb it. One of the war wounds that will bother me til the day I die.
I was finally able to upload the Ross Family Album. I ran out of monthly space and then just got busy. Finally, I have posted the photos related to the Ross’ in their own album. I have not uploaded my own family yet. This is just what I have under the Ross files on my computer. This includes mostly photos of my Grandpa and Grandma Ross’ family, my Aunt Caroline’s family, and a few other random photos of related Ross people. There are a couple of my half-siblings when they were younger.
Here are some of the family groups.
James Thomas Meredith Ross
Born Ross, raised and adopted Meredith, legally Meredith, married Ross, baptized Ross, children named Ross, endowed Ross, married again Meredith, died Meredith.
22 Sep 1868 – Snowville, Pulaski, Virginia
13 Apr1951 – Fresno, Fresno, California
9 Aug 1887 – Snowville, Pulaski, Virginia
Damey Catherine Graham
25 Nov 1874 – Pulaski, Pulaski, Virginia
3 Feb 1933 – Marysville, Yuba, California
Robert Leonard Ross
25 Apr 1888 – Draper, Pulaski, Virginia
John William Ross
2 Sep 1890 – Pulaski, Pulaski, Virginia
Fanny Elizabeth Ross (married Phibbs)
18 Nov 1893 – Reed Island, Pulaski, Virginia
James Thomas Ross Jr
19 Oct 1895 – Radford, Montgomery, Virginia
? – ?
14 Jul 1947 – Fresno, Fresno, California
Martha Elnora Cackler (married before to Brewer)
3 Oct 1877 – Otter Creek, Lucas, Iowa
31 Jul 1974 – Fresno, Fresno, California
John William Ross
2 Sep 1890 – Pulaski, Pulaski, Virginia
13 Jun 1948 – Livermore, Alameda, California
6 Jul 1910 – Squire Jim, McDowell, West Virginia
Nannie May Day
6 May 1892 – Pulaski, Pulaski, Virginia
19 Jan 1971 – Bluefield, Tazewell, Virginia
1 Jul 1911 – ,, West Virginia
Apr 1983 – Fairlawn, Radford, Virginia
12 Jan 1920 – Fort Logan, Arapahoe, Colorado
Ethel Sharp (I have written more about this marriage at this link: Ross-Sharp Wedding.)
9 Apr 1898 – Plain City, Weber, Utah
6 Aug 1925 – Plain City, Weber, Utah
Milo James Ross
4 Feb 1921 – Plain City, Weber, Utah
14 Feb 1922 – Paul, Minidoka, Idaho
John Harold Ross
7 Nov 1923 – Burley, Cassia, Idaho
Ernest Jackson Ross
16 Jul 1925 – Plain City, Weber, Utah
29 Nov 1926 – Rock Springs, Sweetwater, Wyoming
Zana Cogdill (Married before to Coffey)
7 Nov 1892 – Dixon, Carbon, Wyoming
2 Oct 1966 – San Diego, San Diego, California
Milo James Ross
4 Feb 1921 – Plain City, Weber, Utah
4 Apr 1942 – Plain City, Weber, Utah
Gladys Maxine Donaldson
20 Sep 1921 – Ogden, Weber, Utah
25 Aug 2004 – Ogden, Weber, Utah
Milo Paul Ross
Judy Ethel Ross
John Harold Ross
7 Nov 1923 – Burley, Cassia, Idaho
24 Oct 2004 – Syracuse, Davis, Utah
19 Nov 1946 – Evanston, Uinta, Wyoming
Colleen Fowers Hancock
2 Oct 1929 – West Weber, Weber, Utah
12 Aug 1969 – Ogden, Weber, Utah
Terry Jay Ross
3 Oct 1947 – Ogden, Weber, Utah
2 Dec 1974 – West Weber, Weber, Utah
5 Jan 1934 – Ogden, Weber, Utah
Jody Valate Ross
Lynn J Taylor
Kristy Lynn Taylor
Cindy Lou Taylor
Lonny J Taylor
Abe Maxamilia Gallegos
Milo Paul Ross
Victoria K Feldtman
Scott James Ross
Jeffrey Paul Ross
Becky Collette Ross
Married again (Divorced)
Paul Norwood Jonas Ross
Janice Faye Higley (Married before to Osterhout)
There is a flurry of activity on the blogs about the recent debates. I watched both of the last two Republican Debates and thought I would add my thoughts as well. I have refrained from making comments as my connections to the political circles and dialogue is much more removed that in the past. Those with whom I am most likely to associate now are those whose opinions come from media exposure and relationships that don’t have close association with the actual contenders. My own experience tends to fall in line with this more and so I question some of the validity of my opinions. I don’t know all the details or what is really happening behind the scenes.
Out of the debates a couple things are clear. A few seem to know what they are really doing and are confident in it. Others seem to have a prepared line or facade in which to convince others of their opinion. Rudy is one that certainly believes what it is he is saying and is not about to be manipulated. Romney is also one who has done his homework and knows where he sits and what he believes. Lastly, Ron is well entrenched in his thoughts and opinions. The rest of them seem to be giving us a line, trying to impress us with laurels, or out to make political statements and force a change rather than the whole package.
McCain rings out as a politician of the true sense. Saying what needs to be said and trying to look Presidential. Truth be told, he just looks old, feeble, and that cheesy smile gets old.
Thompson definitely could be a strong contender but he just keeps talking about the past. Wisconsin this, Wisconsin that; why doesn’t he just talk about LaFollette and it would be complete. Rather than really running a campaign it seems he is a bit stuck on himself which never really works out well.
Hunter and Tancredo have their little pet projects for which they are primarily running. Both ring in often and loud about the immigration subjects. Neither really have anything that points they are leaders or great men to be at the head our country.
Brownback is just another Senator who has failed to even gain much notoriety in the Senate. If he can’t shine there, why do we expect him to shine as President?
Jim Gilmore has his leader experience as a Governor like several of the others. He has a quiet confidence but comes off as not having a great grasp on national issues. I am sure he does know more but perhaps it is his delivery. But he seems to be running more for the title of most conservative rather than President which will not sway those independents and other fence sitters.
Mike Huckabee is the only one that seems like he could be a serious contender but he appears to be out of timing. It is a bit like he should have spent some more time in the incubator. He has some great ideas, knows where he sits and stands, just don’t express himself fully and completely. Perhaps it is the lack of forcefulness in his tone. He is one that comes off as more along for the joy ride. He is doing what he feels is expedient. He is out promoting his way of thinking, his actions and example, but that he isn’t totally serious. Perhaps this will change, but he is just dabbling right now. His campaign and much more show this.
So, let’s look at who appear as the three big boys of the debate.
Ron Paul certainly knows where he stands and what his thoughts are. He is so completely predictable in his thoughts and comments that he doesn’t even need to speak on the stage. We know his thoughts. That is something which certainly comes to his aid. He is dependable and will not shirk at the moment of trial. He was, is, and always will be. His major weaknesses are that he has an awkward delivery. First he comes off as an intellectual. The Dr instantly injures him in some of the same way that it did John Kerry. Nobody questions he is smart but can he connect with the every day citizen and voter? His message is stark and clear. However, it is not the every day thoughts of your typical American. While he would totally have been center of the road even up until the 1940’s somehow Americans have moved away from his strict interpretation of the Constitution, Monrovian/Washingtonian/Jeffersonian ideas of non-intervention, and smaller government. Even Republicans are shifty when he speaks of what were once hard-core Republican doctrines. In order for Ron to win, he will have to teach American history, the importance of history, and convince all citizens of its importance. Otherwise there is no way we can return to the old moorings of our national and even republican cornerstones. He may end up like Burton Wheeler and find himself elected out of office if the trends of the past 60 years continue. (Having said that, it appears we are returning to some of those moorings, but how much I don’t think we really know) Lastly, his age is a minor unnoticed question. He does appear some of his age and usually a bit ragged. As if teaching history were not burden enough, looking Presidential is a struggle for him.
Rudy Giuliani come off looking like a fighter but the audience’s reaction to his challenge to Paul shows how far Ron Paul has to go. The audience and Giuliani show their obvious ignorance. If he read the 911 Commission’s Report, he didn’t pay much attention. After all, that was one of their premises concerning our state and the blow back we were receiving due to our interactions economically and militarily in the middle east. Paul’s optimium response would have been “Did you read the 911 Report? If so, you would be very familiar with what it is I am speaking” and left it at that. Instead he came with a long response that lost the majority of Americans who were awake at this point in the debate. Rudy gave a zinger, which shows his disregard for parliamentary procedure, debate rules, and the common decorum required. Nevertheless, Paul was given a response in which he could have nailed Rudy to floor for his lack of security homework but did not. The debate went on and Rudy was comfortable and confident. That did everything to help him. They went after him for his position on abortion and he stood his ground. He tried to weasel away from the questions but the moderator at a moment of being good required he answer. We have to question whether he will always be straightforward and honest or will the citizens always have to corner him? Regardless of personal feelings I may have for or against abortion, Rudy will still have a struggle with many of the Republican Party since this is a topic of interest for them. In all likeliness, if elected, he would nominate a justice or two and for Republican’s this is the chance to change the tide with Roe. Will they go for the man who cannot guarantee their position? Or will they, hoping to get consensus from independents and hope for the best? Lastly, a question I have is concerning his political credentials. Yes, he ran New York City, but city government has some stark contrasts with a state or the national government. Do we really know he can navigate those channels?
Lastly, there is the enigma of Mitt Romney. Where in the world will he take the country? He is the only person on the roster who appears to need to answer questions about his religion. Each of the candidates has their changes or “flip flops” as they like to refer to Mitt’s reversals. I am not sure that is totally the issue at hand. Romney appears confident and well thought out, much like Giuliani, except Romney has appeared to have that the whole time. This is all the more true when compared with the first GOP debate. Romney has real work experience. He is not just a lifelong politician. It is obvious that he worked his way up through the world of business and can understand the true forms of efficiency, responsiveness, and having a vision/charter. What is more, he is specialized in knowing how to weed out problems and rebuilding an organization from the ground up. That does not deal with consensus but in flat out making decisions, learning, and pressing forward. A politician has the long history of always making sure his rear is covered so he can be reelected. He has to second guess everything and reevaluate things to recast them to a variety of people for their acceptance. Opinions rule in politics. But in business, those things are not rewarded and not often encouraged. Leadership and pure blazing the trail is what really makes one successful. Romney has shown that he can do that with absolute power in an organization and has stepped into the government realm to add his help. That seems to be of great value. Make decisions and then see who you can line up as friend or foe rather than the other way around. That is his strength. He understands the need of fiscal and financial leadership. Capitalism does not long reward debt and operating in the red. This is something which will be of great value to him in office. He took it to Massachusetts and it seems he would take it to Washington. He has many characteristics which make him agreeable to be among the best for the options for GOP Nominee. But I still have some serious reservations about a the man who professes complete fidelity to his religion but wants to bash some of its fundamental doctrines.
We will have to see where these things move.
I started this letter last week and got so mad I put it up. I wrote some things that I did not feel comfortable about. I am going to try to rewrite it and keep myself under control and not lose my cool again. Anyway I do not know when I will be going to court. I have already waited over 5 years on a 30 day time response, 60 times longer than the law says. I do not remember what all I have wrote you so if I repeat I guess you will get told again.
Jerome County is in a bad way. The corruption is oozing out everywhere. The head PA left and has not been replaced yet. The DPA stepped up and has his hands full. The DPA had my case and my appt atty does not believe he is prepared or anxious to take on my case. N the meantime I sit in this incubator and watch what nasty stuff is breeding.
I filed a complaint against Stoker and Paul in April 99. It was never brought up by either. It was not acknowledged at all, nowhere by anyone and should have been with a hearing. There was a lot of shit that went on and should not have and a lot of did not and should have. My ignorance of the law was used against me but then I caint make the attys do anything anyway. So no matter what I was screwed from the very beginning even though it is my US Constitutional Right to have a fair and impartial trial. Idaho things otherwise. But I am not going to get into the corruption and injustices of a back woods greedy cult state.
I do not know nothing about the religious trash books. I was told they had stuff against the cult that you have been brainwashed by. The other stuff I got from the info Franz sent me. It is too back you caint read the stuff he sents me. Maybe someday. It is about the abuse, neglect, ect that goes on in the DOC’s across the nation. You would shit if you knew what went on.
Did you know my Dad was born in Lewiston?
Dead man walking, end of subject.
I called Sis and the last thing out of her mouth was that she was homeless and that was all I know. I got a ½ page letter from her last week but she did not say much of anything. How stupid are you Paul? DO not you think there is a reason why she will not ask him for anything? You do not know what he has done to her? So sad, so pathetic that you are so brainwashed that you caint see past the end of your nose. Why would she ever want to go near that house not alone ever live in it. He fucked her up pretty bad when she was forced to live with him after what happened. Then the dirty bastard kicked her out about a week before she turned 18. She is not going to crawl and beg him for money. She will not lower herself to his level. She is independent.
As far as what Franz has tried to do from the other side of the world, at least he has tried to help which is more than you or anyone else has ever done. Thanks I am glad to hear you think I have the mentality of a 10 year old. My case has nothing to do with you except probably saved your life.
Where in the hell did you get the idea I was wanting financial help from any relatives. I wanted to know my heritage and if there were any still alive in the old country. You really ought to putt your head out and take a breath of fresh air. I really do not give a pinch of hammered horse shit about the Andra side of the family. I, like my Dad am a black sheep when it comes to the Andra’s. I am a Jonas. You are a Jonas. You were born a Jonas and carry the name. I am sorry I ever gave you that bastards name, either one of you kids. Did you know Sis came to me at one time and asked if she could change her name to the same as mine. Heed your own advise and made sure you got your shit straight too.
How was your weekend of the 7th? There went all of the money for books. Did you get to see Sis? If so how is she doing? Tell me anything you know about her. How she looks, healthy, so forth. The 7th was a Sat not Thurs.
Thanks for the B card. Tell your little woman I will not hold my breath waiting to hear from her. To start off she does not know what to say to me. I am sure my letter to her folks went over like a ton of bricks and I really do not care cause I am tired of people just doing and not knowing or caring that what they are doing hurts other people. If she writes, fine. I will answer. If she does not then that is fine too. She really does not need to just cause she is married to you. I already know what people think. Human nature is to run their mouths when they have no idea what they are talking about and to suck in everything they hear.
Time to go so you two take care. Hope you guys have or had fun this month. I will let you know what happens when I know. Make you let me know where you are at. I love you, Mom
Amanda and I just returned from a 4 day visit to Utah/Idaho. It was like a breath of fresh air into my life. It was just what I needed. Sorry it has taken so long, but here is some of what we did.
We arrived at Norfolk, Virginia airport at 6:00 in the morning to fly out for Salt Lake. I am seriously considering if it was worth the $150 we saved to have two layovers. I thought I would die from the trip. We flew from Norfolk to Detroit, Michigan, then to Minneapolis, Minnesota on to Salt Lake City, Utah. I think on each flight I became motion sick. The layover would cause the sickness to subside and then we took off again. It was a form of torture. By the time I arrived in SLC I felt sick, weak, and irritable. We went to bed pretty early to combat jet lag and my feeling sick.
Friday dawned bright and early. I was up well before everyone else and was ready for the day before 7 AM even thought of rolling around. We had crepes for breakfast. The Hemsley family had a new crepe maker and it turned out to be a great purchase. They were good. I always liked the feeling of biting into a warm crepe with cold ice cream oozing between your teeth. We found our way to Salt Lake again to pick up Bryan and attend the Salt Lake Temple. I was really not feeling well and I ended up with a pair of pants that were far too tight. I am glad I switched them out. I am sure I would have passed out if I had kept them and not switched them for a larger waist size. The session went well and Sherise, Amanda’s cousin, was beautiful.
After the endowment session Amanda and I split up. Brad picked me up and we headed north for an evening of visiting and fellowship. I changed at the Hemsley house and went on our way. Our first stop was Lillian Talbot. Lillian is my mother’s father’s sister. I returned the three journals I typed up from 1961, 1962, and 1963. I was glad to return them. We visited for a few moments and went on our way. The next stop was to Lona Jonas. She is the sister in law to Lillian who we had just left. We had a good visit with her. She told us about her operation on her forehead and eye which came from a piece of glass working its way to the surface after 55 years! Our next step took us closer to the Wasatch Mountains with a visit to Jennie Britzman. She is my father’s mother’s mother’s daughter’s daughter (1st cousin to my Grandma Ross). We had an interesting visit. I discovered she had another husband I never knew about! Brad turned out to be very interested in learning about Jennie. He asked all the right questions and so I learned some family history things I hope I have not missed often in other family members. How in the world did I ever not ask or find out she had another husband? Brad really found her story fascinating and we enjoyed ourselves with a good laugh. It doesn’t seem that she is 90 years old. Her son Richard came home while we were there and we had a good visit with him as well.
We wound up the conversation and made our way to downtown Ogden to visit Mary Coley. Her relationship to me is two fold. She was married to my mother’s father’s brother, Irwin Jonas. He was killed in WWII and she went on to marry Arthur Coley, Irwin’s Uncle. It was an interesting story. I knew that I did not have her parents in my family history so I had some questions to pose. She answered them all with amazing clearness despite her being 89 years old. She grew up in Minnesota and met Irwin while he was in training for the military there. They were married and he went off to the war effort. He wanted her home in Richmond, Utah when he came back so she moved out there. She lived with Great Grandma Lillian Jonas (Lillian’s mother, Lona’s mother in law, Irwin’s mother). It was there she lived when Irwin was killed. At dinner with my Great Great Grandmother, Martha Coley, Art (Arthur) walked in one evening and asked where they had dragged up Mary. They were married shortly after. Anyhow, she does not remember her parents but was able to tell me their names. Her mother died when she was very young and she was raised by a foster family. She also gave me the names of her foster parents. So I have some research to do but have Mary’s lineage. She also told us of her conversion story to the church. That was very interesting as well.
We made our way to the home of Dave and Betty Donaldson after Aunt Mary. Dave is my Grandma Ross’ brother. We originally were going to stop at Grandpa’s but there was a man in a ten gallon hat sitting in his living room that we could see from the road. So we decided to come back. It wasn’t far since Dave and Betty live next door. We had a good little visit with Dave and Betty. Dave just had his knee replaced in the past few months. He feels more confident and strong in his new knee than he does his other. Plans are to replace the other probably this fall. After all, we would not want to miss a perfectly good summer or fishing laid up in bed at home. Next we found Abe and Caroline Gallegos home. Caroline, my Dad’s sister, had just stepped out of the shower. We visited with Abe for a while and Caroline emerged. We talked about her new found love of family history, viewed photos. Meanwhile Brad visited with Abe.
The night was running out and we had to be in our best shape for the long haul Saturday. After the Gallegos home Brad dropped me off at the Hemsley residence and went to stay with our old roommate, Mark Morris, in Salt Lake.
Friday turned out to be a long night. I had not recovered from whatever it was I had. I wanted to blame it on the flight, but the usual suspect of a cold sore (which I always get after flying) showed up before I left Richmond. I felt sick enough Friday evening Bryan made a run to the store for some Pepto Dismal (the correct spelling). It is the first time I remember in my life having PB and it sure seems to have done the trick. I awoke up at 1 AM in emergency situations. I went on to vacate my entire system of any remnants of food. I panicked after tossing the perfectly good hamburger in the toilet when it came up all red and pink. My brain kicked in to tell me it was only the evidence of PB. Before the night was finished, it felt I had puked every thought of food I had entertained for the past week. The rest of the system went on to winterize itself. By the time I went back to bed at 3 after a shower and a cleaning of the throne I was feeling much better about life. That constant sickness from the flight was gone.
Saturday dawned bright and early. We were headed off to Salt Lake City for the sealing ceremony. We were parked found our way through the temple maze for the sealing party and visited with friends and family for a while. Before long we were ushered up to a sealing room and we waited for the happy couple and sealer to appear. Travis and Sherise made their way in followed by Elder Bednar. It was your typical sealing except Elder Bednar gave some very direct advice before the sealing. Usually it tends to be a rather superfluous group of niceties which are showered on the couple. He gave the couple, and for those listening in the party, a direct sermon on several topics I don’t think this is the place to disclose. I do remember coming out of the ceremony thinking, “I wish they would teach that in General Conference.”
We waited outside in the beautiful spring weather for the couple to appear for photos. I made a few quick expeditions around temple square and even looking at deconstruction and construction sites bordering temple square. The flowers and grass didn’t look real. (They were as testing went on to prove) The couple made their appearance, we spent the next 45 minutes under the loose commands of a photographer and I made my escape.
Brad appeared and we made a quick venture to the Church Museum to see the exhibit on the Tabernacle. We trekked northward changing clothes at the Hemsley’s and pressing on to Cache Valley.
Our first stop upon arriving at in that blessed valley was in the city of Nibley. We stopped to visit Larry and Margo Anhder but they decided not to be home. We visited with Cynthia Farnsworth around the corner who Brad worked with at the city of Nibley. It was a good visit.
We left Nibley and headed into Logan to visit Sunshine Terrace. During school Brad and I used to go down and visit all the old luvs who were there. Brad only had one of hers still living, Thelma Freeman who is now over the 104 mark. She remembered Brad very well and even asked if he was off to spray lawns in Malad. It was a good visit with her. Even thought she is pretty well death and blind, she remembered quite a bit. She began to give Brad a rundown on all her grandchildren and I excused myself to go see if anyone I used to regularly visit was still alive. Nope, they were all gone. Even Eula Waldron who I thought would live for a good while longer had passed away last fall. Harriet Elison had passed away last summer. Apparently right after my last visit she passed. I felt kinda bad knowing every single person I used to visit while at USU was now dead. Good for them I suppose. I decided not to start up any new friendships with an old luv as I didn’t know the next time I would be around to visit. I went back to listen to Brad and Thelma talk about how she wasn’t going to die until Brad was married. She openly admitted she wants to die but the Lord just doesn’t seem to want her yet, or perhaps it was because Brad wasn’t married yet….
We left and wandered our way around Utah State University. Fascinating how quickly things can change. The new library is completed and we wandered its corridors. Don’t know if I think it was designed very well, but it was certainly interesting. The Merrill Library was gone with only the stark increase in the size of the Quad to mark its passing. We paid a visit to Dentist Office #6 to visit with Matt Geddes and Lucas Garcia for a good while. Justin Siebenhaar also showed up and we were able to visit with him too. We did not remain long before we headed out.
Ellis and Geri Jonas we found in their van. Brad and I did not figure out if they were coming and going. They said they were waiting for someone (who did not appear while we were there) and yet talked about dinner (so were they coming or going?). It was good to visit with them for a while. They gave us the scoop on Ron in Afghanistan, BJ in the hospital, Amie a new house, Jennie a nice guy who she might marry, Ryan and his wife, Julie with her leg, Dan and his job, and the whole story that went with the family. Geri is just so funny in how she tells it. Brad and I got a good kick out of it. Ellis seemed to be more with it than I remember him for the past 5 years. He has thinned down quite a bit which the Dr.’s wanted him to do anyway.
Allen, Marie, Kade, and Kallie Lundgreen were where we spent our next hour. Richmond, Utah seems like time is treating it well. Marie told us the entire latest saga for the city. The city is publishing a new history but nobody seems to like the author except a few who like to stir up trouble in town. There is a story unfolding about public records from the old North Cache High School that was torn down which now want to be taken back probably only to be destroyed or lost. We talked about some history and the story inevitably moved towards Mom. The best part, I offered Marie a Eureka vacuum cleaner from the 1950’s that I have been lugging around for over a year. I finally remembered to take it, had it where I could take it, and remembered to give it. All in all, we enjoyed the reunion and laughs. It was if I had never left. Brad sure got a kick out of it. He thinks we are all crazy.
Next we enjoyed the new highway in Southern Idaho from the Utah border to Preston. How nice. So totally cruisable now. We stopped at the home of Larry and Barbara Andra to visit. They were not home. Brad and I took a good look and tour of the new facilities Larry has set up and his new ride in delivering lawn spraying services. Those new guys have it good! He has a brand new truck with a new trailer and two 500 gallon tanks. He appears serious about this whole lawn spraying business!
It was as we climbed into the car we realized we really needed to get moving in order to make it to Blackfoot in time to even catch the last 30 minutes of the reception. We did a little speeding up the old highway past Winder, Banida, Red Rock, Downey, and Virginia. We had some good conversation. We decided we both really like Inkom and could live there some day. We rounded through Pocatello and made our way to Blackfoot in good time. We arrived 15 minutes before the reception was scheduled to end. We went through the line, did our hugs, ate some cake, and enjoyed the family meal in the kitchen. It was the close of a good day. We started with Travis and Sherise and ended with them too (not to mention frog eye salad!!!).
After the reception, we watched the fireworks and the send off. I have to admit, I can’t stand some of the cheesy traditions that accompany marriages and receptions. I am glad Amanda and I left most of them out. We loaded up some food for the road and made the way across Southern Idaho to Kasota. On the way Brad read some really good articles from the latest Summit Magazine from Brigham Young University – Idaho. We both decided that if we were going to school this fall out of high school, we would both choose YofI.
Sunday morning dawned far too early for us. We arose, had some wonderful country biscuits and gravy and headed to church. Church was quite enjoyable. I really enjoyed the completely humble tone in which the meetings took place. Elder’s Quorum’s lesson was on Testimony by President Kimball. Every single person shared some thought and all, except one, did it in a completely humble tone and perspective. I was not only impressed by the tone of those who participated but the fact that all participated. It was not even encouraged by the teacher. I don’t ever remember becoming emotional in Elder’s Quorum as it is usually the least spiritual of all the church meetings. Sunday school was by Sister Crane and she did well. Ted was totally shocked when he sat with his family to find us sitting with them. Sacrament was Fast & Testimony Meeting. I really quite enjoyed it. President Merrill bore his testimony and I very much enjoyed it. President King also bore his testimony which was powerful. I followed President King which was a bit intimidating.
After church we made a quick trip home before making our rounds for the day. The first stop of the day was at Sergene Jensen’s in Heyburn. This was Brad’s first meeting of Sergene and he commented that he could definitely tell she was an Andra. It was the first time I have seen her in probably 5 years. We had a good visit while there. Brad talked golf with Neil from Filer while I fixed Sergene’s computer, her cell phone, and chatted about her son Andy. She had a pacemaker put in last December which was a surprise to me. But she thinks it was a worthwhile investment as it has drastically improved her golf swing. Neil says he wants one now. It was a good visit.
We went to visit my Aunt Jackie afterwards. We found Willie, Jackie, and Jesse all home for the day. Willie was just leaving for work but it was a good visit. I visited with Jackie for a good while. Brad wasn’t feeling well so he went and took a nap in the car. We discussed a variety of things, none of which are worth mentioning here. Pretty much it boils down to she seems like a lost soul who isn’t willing to make the changes necessary to get her life back in order.
We went to visit a friend of Brad’s, Eli Hansen but he was not home. We did visit with Eli’s mother, Teri for a few minutes. We then attempted to pay a visit to Scott and Chris Horsley, but they too were not home. We stopped to visit Brad’s great Aunt Ora Barlow. We had a good little visit with her. I guess before she married Woodrow (Woody) she was married to a Jones. Her son Lenny popped in and visited with us while we were there too. It was interesting to hear some of the dynamics of another family.
We attempted another visit to the Horsley home without success and we headed to visit the Orton family. Kevin, Megan, Ryan, and Kegan were all there. I wanted to visit with them but had to so I could get a picture with Ryan and Flat Stanley. As you are aware, I helped with his Flat Stanley project (FS has his own album!). So chatted about Tran-Systems, Circle A, Ag Express, Washington DC, life in general, the positioning of the stars in the cosmos, and other various lowly conversations. The actual camera for the photo was at Kevin’s parents so we made the trip to Paul for that. Brad and I did a quick driving tour of Paul to see what changes have been made. It is still there, I can verify that. They are also getting a new city park across from the Stake Center and Harpers are finally subdividing the property next to the Stake Center. Paul, Idaho is on the boom!
Brad wanted to nap some more so I left him in the car to snooze. I went in and had even more interesting conversations. We discussed the lifestyle of the polygamist fundamentalists in Utah. Wow, I never knew all the ways you could cheat the United States Government! But the polygamists have it worked out to a ‘T”. Kevin’s mother became a polygamist and they are sure she is dead but will not report it so they can continue to collect the Social Security Checks. They mooch the system from the crib to death. If I didn’t believe in honesty I might be tempted to do the same. The conversation with Dennis and Derith Orton turned to other subjects until I received a phone call from my Dad wanted to know if I was still planning on dinner. Yep, the time had arrived and I did not even notice it. I had to end the conversations rather abruptly and made my way home.
Dad usually is very relaxed about food and eating times but I found out Andra was the instigator. She was all in an uproar for some reason and wanted to get out of there. She gave us some reason with Brian needing her somewhere but we could tell it was a lie. She left in a huff without saying anything for a good bye or even hello. In addition, she left the present that was intended for her. I am amazed at how easily people can treat their own family badly and think it is okay. Perhaps those who are closest to us we can just expect they will understand and we can be as selfish as we want. That was the extent of any real time with my sister.
Dinner turned out to be very good. Dad made the t-bone steaks in his usual fashion with the barbeque grill and sugar cure. It was very good. Made me wish we could afford a bit more meat to eat on the grill in Virginia. We had baked potatoes, steaks, salad and plenty more. It was good to sit down and eat a meal with Dad, Andra who ate only a little bit very quickly, Brad, and Jan. We talked health, Idaho, family, and a variety of issues. It was good quality time with the family. Brad finally decided it was time for him to crash. He asked for a blessing which we gave him and he crashed despite the fact it was only 8:30 p.m. I visited with Dad and Jan a little longer before I borrowed Dad’s truck and went to pay a visit to the Tateoka Family.
I roamed up to the top of the hill at Kasota and visited with Ted and Becca. We lounged around for a while as I told them about the events so far during the weekend. Ted was quite fascinated with the advice given by Elder Bednar and took the opportunity to pat himself on the back some. We had a good laugh. He went with me for a drive to AgExpress (I want to call it Circle A) and we filled up Dad’s pickup for him. We talked about life in general. He told me about his struggles in the Bishopric and some of the cases that are before him. I can sympathize and honestly hope I never serve in that type of capacity. It sounds like a nightmare in many ways. I know there are many blessings that come, and Ted openly admits those. We talked about marriage, women, work, and several other topics. In the end, he had to be home at a descent hour. I dropped him off and went home.
Monday again dawned far too bright and early. Brad arose and was feeling much better after about 11 hours of sleep. We got ready, loaded the car, said our good byes, and headed out. Ted wanted us to stop by for breakfast. We found him at his parent’s place and we had a great breakfast of ham, eggs, toast, and plenty more. We were stuffed. We spent some time talking before Ted had to go back to work on the farm.
We went to visit Dustin McClellan at his home. We found him in the work shop and we took a good look at the Old Dodge. She was covered in dust and bird droppings but still looked good. Dustin says he is going to clean her up and get her going again now that spring is here. Plus he has just finished doing his spring field work and had a week before his next phase. We visited for a while in his house and we looked around to see what he has done differently. Next, we stopped by AgExpress and visited with Dad and he introduced me to most of the people in the office. I knew Michelle and remember Sean. We said our good bye’s and headed off to Paul and Kathy Duncan’s.
Kathy had forgotten we were coming and we found her in her pajamas still cleaning up after the weekend. She quickly changed and we visited for a good hour. She insisted we eat lunch with her and started making food. Brad and I thought we would both pop if we ate more after a big breakfast. It turned out to be really good barbeque chicken, salad, and cheesy potatoes. Brad really liked the desert. Paul came home and ate with us and we had a good visit about farming, the dairy, and life in general. Their whole family is doing well and things are good.
We had to get moving once again and we took the old highway 30 out to the Raft River exit. We took the freeway and got off to head out towards Rockland. It was a beautiful drive with the stormy clouds, the scenic valley, and the crepuscular drama. We paid a visit to Leo and Rhea Udy a few miles of Rockland approaching Roy. It was a really good visit. I quite enjoyed our conversation. They have served several church missions. Two or three of them in helping with engineering projects in the building of temples. One was with Nauvoo and I think there was one or two more. They also served in Adam-Ondi-Ahman. They have known Jack and Janet Duncan since their days in Oregon. It was also interesting to learn about the Udy history. This was even more true in light of the Udy Lawn Spraying business my Uncle Larry has. Rhea is Brad’s great aunt. We spent our time there and needed to head out in order to be able to pay a visit to Grandpa and make it to Kaysville in time for a party there.
We left the Udy home and took the drive to Malad, Idaho. We took some time to stop at Twin Springs and a quick drive through Holbrook. It seemed strange to us to be able to drive through a town literally in the middle of nowhere and know many of the people who live in the homes and much history of the area. We crossed the pass into Pleasantview and talked about our crazy day recording cemetery tombstone names in Samaria. We finally arrived in Malad and took a look at all the lots that I am thinking of buying there. We took some pictures with the phone and left just as the rain was starting to come down again.
We caught I-15 south and got off to drop back into Plain City. We stopped by Uncle Dave’s again to drop the picture off we neglected to do the first time. That is another long story, but I have been trying to get that photo back to its owner for a good two years now. One person takes it, can’t deliver it, and it keeps coming back to me. At one point, so I would not forget it, I placed it on a desk in Provo so I would always see it. The weekend I went to take it back I forgot it because Brad, of all people, hid it because he didn’t like it sitting out. Anyhow, I hope it is the final step to finding its way back to Ed Telford.
We stopped and had a good visit with Grandpa. He seemed a bit down from the latest waves of death in his circle of friends. It was still fun to see him and spend some time with him. In the end he didn’t seem like he wanted to talk much so we said our good byes and headed out. We made our last stop at the Olive Garden in Layton in order to meet the Hemsley family. Brad and I discussed our weekend and figured out we really quite enjoyed ourselves. To top it off, we figured out we had reconnected, visited with, and spent time with at least 43 people since Friday morning together. That seemed like quite the group of people. We felt content in our activities. I came back with 4 pages of family history notes. Brad was able to see family he had not seen in about 2-8 years. Best of all, we just enjoyed the company and the sites of Idaho/Utah.
It was Scott Hemsley’s birthday and we ate out at Olive Garden to celebrate the event. Derek did not join us but it was a good dinner and we had some good laughs. They are a good family. I am happy to claim them as family and to have ties with them. We went back to their home (Brad left for Provo and did not eat with us) and watched The Terminal with Tom Hanks. It seemed highly fitting since we would again be spending a whole day in traveling by plane. Amanda’s grandparents came over and we visited with them some. Finally we crashed since we had to leave at 5 a.m. and felt we needed the rest.
The flights went okay. I don’t like riding in the very back because sometimes you feel every bit of turbulence. I think I regained my motion sickness every time we were on descent to the airport. The winds and tossing just doesn’t do much for my stomach. The last flight put me under and heater vent or something that blew warm air on me the entire flight. So I turned on my cold air nozzle to high and suffered with the torments of hot and cold air blowing on me.
We arrived at Norfolk, kissed the ground and went to the Odom home in Newport News. They fed us some Chinese (which was very nice of them!) and we went home.
There is the end of the narrative of the trip to Utah and Idaho. I know it became a bit of a laundry list of things we did. But I did not want to write it by hand in my journal and I type so quickly. Plus I know some of you would be interested. So viola, there you go!