Don and Lolane wintered each winter in St. George relishing their time together with family and seeking yard sales.
This photo brings all sorts of memories for me. I don’t have many pictures in my Grandma’s yard. But this photo conjures all sorts of memories for so many reasons. I stopped to visit Grandma one day and Uncle Art (1921-2004) and Aunt Mary Coley (1918-2014) were visiting.
Uncle Art took a liking to my little 1955 International R-100 and asked for me to take him for a ride in it. He tried multiple times to convince me to sell it to him. I would just laugh and tell him he did not have enough money for me to sell it to him. Finally, he asked for a number and I threw out $5,000. He said, “Well, at least let me pay for the ride.” He had me pull in to the gas station and paid to fill it up. We probably drove for an hour, he just wanted to keep going.
Uncle Art or Aunt Mary took the photo. I think it says quite a bit for Grandma to lose her husband 23 years earlier but still to keep regular contact with her first husband’s Uncle and Aunt. I have later found out she was quite good at keeping in contact with most of his family even despite other marriages and the passage of time. I visited Clara McMurdie Coley in 2008, after probably 15 years since the last time I visited her (with Grandma), she commented that it had been quite some time since she had heard from Colleen. I then told her Colleen had died 9 years previously and her comment was, “I wondered why I stopped getting letters and visits”, yet she did not know Grandma had passed.
I still have the shirt. I wish I still had the shoes. I wish I still had the truck. I wish I still had Grandma. But this picture also points out a little joke between us regarding her height and mine. Hence the elbow on her shoulder.
I remember we enjoyed some ice cream with Uncle Art & Aunt Mary before I left. Uncle Art shook my hand, gave me some $$ for my mission, and wished me well. It is really the only memory I have of Uncle Art although I know I was around him more over the years. He had a fun laugh, a sense of humor, love of old trucks, and seemed like a good man.
With my brother-in-law entering the Missionary Training Center (and now already left for his Carlsbad California Mission) I looked through some of the photos I have from the MTC.
That morning we met with the Stake President to finalize everything before driving out to Provo, Utah, Utah.
One final blessing and setting apart before leaving.
The first picture is at the front doors before going in.
My first companion Elder Kody Young from St. George, Washington, Utah.
Our first snow while at the MTC.
One of my most distinct memories from the MTC was the heating. I don’t know what it was, but I ended up with a bloody nose at least once a day. I was not the only one. Apparently it had something to do with the dryness of the air and the ventilation systems. It made for long days where my head was not always in the lessons but often worrying about the next nosebleed and whether I had tissues nearby. If I had to go to the bathroom, the paper towels only seemed to make the problem worse.
Elder Holland came and spoke to the MTC while we were there. He insisted on the opening hymn as “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.” After we sang it, he wanted us to sing it again with the silly extra phrases we all know. It was quite a bit of fun hearing an organ play the introduction and then for us to sing along. It was also in this talk that he told us that if we had to come home before our time was up, we better come home on a stretcher. Even at the end, we should have worn out our days as missionaries. We were so close the the Christmas holidays that we regularly sang Christmas music.
Our MTC District attending the Provo Temple. Four of us were going to England, the remaining ones were headed to Peoria, Illinois. The thing I remember most about the Provo Temple were the white escalators. Years later when I went back, they were gone! I was a bit disappointed not to see the white escalators again.
There were a few things in the MTC that disgusted and horrified me but I will not relate them here. They were not becoming of missionaries and I let them know. There were also plenty of fun and enjoyable times.
Then the five of us were flying off to Manchester, England just in time for Christmas.
Some good friends and family came to see us off.
More friends and family. My Sister, Dad, and Great Aunt Andra and cousin Denise, all came to share. Sadly, my Grandma was told I was leaving from the wrong gate and was not present so I did not get to see her one last time. She made it to the concourse just as the plane was about to leave and they let her send a package on the plane to me. Very good friends to come say goodbye!
Maybe I can start sharing some more photos of the mission as time goes on. I should get out my journals to add some more flavor to these entries than just photos.
For my Grandmother’s birthday today, I thought I would put together a picture history of her life from the photos I have. I don’t think I will write a whole lot, just share photos of her life in chronological order, as much as I can. I hope you enjoy it.
Colleen Mary Andra was born 27 May 1928 in Preston, Franklin, Idaho to Mary Louise Wanner and William Fredrick Andra. The fifth child to her parents. She married Wilburn Norwood Jonas 27 September 1946 in Elko, Elko, Nevada. Three children were born to her and Norwood; Douglas in 1952, Sandra in 1954, and Jackie in 1960. After he died in 1975, she remarried Evan Kay Elliott 9 April 1976 in Idaho Falls, Bonneville, Idaho. After their divorce around 1987, she married Ivan “Bud” Walter Lloyd 31 January 1998 in Dingle, Bear Lake, Idaho. She died in Boise, Ada, Idaho 14 November 1999 and was buried in Dingle on the 18th.
For my Mother’s birthday, I thought I would share a few thoughts about her. I know she is pretty maligned by some, praised by others, and many more just do not know what to be in relation to her. Therefore, I thought I would talk about her with that title, Mother.
The above photo came to me in 2010. This photo was given to my Great Grandmother, Lillian Coley Jonas Bowcutt (1898-1987), probably not long after it was taken. I am guessing before 1960. From my understanding, it hung on the wall of my Great Grandmother in Richmond, Cache, Utah until she had to move in with her daughter, Lillian Jonas Talbot (1930-2009), in Layton, Davis, Utah the mid 1980’s. It still has its original heavy paper frame and original glass. I took the picture out of the frame to scan it and imagined that it was the photographer who placed it there in the late 1950’s, or more likely, one of my grandparents. I can imagine the photo carefully located on Great Grandma’s wall and the love that swelled in her breast as she viewed my Mother and my Uncle Doug. I am sure the scores of other grandchildren hung on the same wall, but these were grandchildren that also lived in Richmond and paid regular visits so there was a personal love as well as that motherly love.
When Great Grandma Lillian moved to Layton, all her photo albums and pictures went with her. When she passed away in 1987, they fell into the possession of her daughter, Lillian. It was almost 20 years later when I knocked on the door and wanted to see photographs. I found the goldmine when she pulled out these albums. I scanned the photo above in 2006, but after Aunt Lillian passed away in 2009, the family thought to give me this actual photograph.
A copy of this same photograph hung in my Grandmother’s house in Paul, Minidoka, Idaho. It sat on a cedar chest in one of the bedrooms. I do not know what happened to that photo when my Grandmother died, but I have this image in my mind of that photo being in my Grandparent’s possession from the late 1950’s as well. Tended, loved, and on the wall overlooking the family as they grew through the years. I know I probably romanticize it as any child does to ignore the pain of their childhood for the faults and inadequacies of their parents. I know my mother romanticizes her childhood and the relationship with her parents. I see in this picture a happy smirk and a couple of contented children. What did my Grandparent’s see in their children? What did my Great Grandmother see in this picture? I will not likely know while I am alive.
As I now have a child of my own and feel great love in the features and form of the child, not to mention the personality, I know how I feel looking at pictures of my daughter. I assume my Grandparents felt the same for their children. I look at this photo with new eyes, especially where I can sense so many similar features between my daughter Aliza and her Grandmother Sandy (and even a few with her Grand Uncle Doug).
Here is another picture of Mom and Uncle Doug outside their home in Richmond. Again, I see two cold, but happy, kids playing in the snow outside the home my Grandpa Jonas lovingly built for the family in the late 1940’s.
Here is another photo of Doug and Mom outside the Richmond home near the front sidewalk.
This photo does not look quite so happy. Mom looks like she is in the same sweater as she was in the first picture above. My Mom had a pretty mangled right-handed ring finger that had not been removed by this point. I imagine she is holding her right hand to hide the the bandages and injury to that finger. That seems to expand my sympathy for her and the somber look she has on her face. No three- year-old should have that type of injury and then keep a mangled finger for 5 years when it finally has to be removed due to doctor negligence and improper care. I think she would have lost it anyway, but the doctor certainly sped things up.
How did my Grandparents view this little girl who was injured? I am sure they loved her dearly. I remember one time after asking my Grandma how she felt about my Mom as a little girl and she referred to her as “her little darling girl.” I am sure it was with heartbreak that this little darling girl now had to live with the pain of a lawnmower almost removing a finger. I am sure a sigh of relief that only one finger was lost rather than all of them.
Here is another picture. This was also taken in 1957, the same year that Mom would suffer the severe trauma to her finger. She still has it in full glory at this point. This picture was from the Andra Reunion which I believe was held in Preston, Franklin, Idaho.
Again, I feel for the family. I sense a contented nature in this picture. Grandpa did not have his life increasingly taken over by alcohol by this point. He looks like a good healthy, strong man. I love the classic late 1950’s clothing they all sport. Doug’s ironed shorts, the patterns in Grandma’s pants, the shirt Grandpa wears with the sleeves rolled, and the one piece jumper Mom wears with its pattern.
Here is a picture of Mom playing with some friends. This picture was taken or developed in August 1958, at least that is what the side of the photograph said. Classic wallpaper, carpet, and clothes of the late 1950’s. I especially love the Crayola crayons box on the table. I wonder where these other two ladies are now and what their impressions of the photo and others are?
Last picture of the childhood of my Mom. This one is probably my favorite.
This photo is also classic of the time with its painted colors. This is obviously a couple of years later, probably even into the 1960’s. Too bad it is slightly blurred, but at least I have it. Oddly enough, the same photo appeared in black in white just this year with this accompanying side shot.
A happy child lovingly tended to and cared for. The years fly by until we hit about 1966. The family’s time in Richmond was slowly drawing to a close.
Although by this time a younger sibling, Jackie, has joined the children. Here is another picture from about 1968, probably shortly before the move to Burley, Cassia, Idaho. Sally (1955-2010) was Mom’s best friend growing up. Dee is Mom’s first cousin.
The family moved to Burley in 1968 when Grandpa secured work on the construction of the new Del Monte plant. I know Mom was not at all excited about the move. At this point, I think I will leave Mom’s time in Idaho for another time. But I have at least documented some of her life from 1954 through 1968. One last picture of Mom and me around 1980.
Happy Birthday Mom.
I thought I would dedicate a post to Ivan Walter “Bud” Lloyd since he just recently passed to the other side of the veil. He was born 5 April 1919 in Riverton, Salt Lake, Utah. His parents were Madeline Cascutti and Walter Graham Lloyd. His father purchased a ranch about 1932 near Montpelier, Bear Lake, Idaho. He lived, married, and raised his family there. Around 1989 or 1990, he met my Grandma, Colleen Mary Andra (whose married name at that time was Jonas). She was in Montpelier for work and Bud told me he met her in a restaurant. Here is a picture from early on, although it is not a great picture.
They loved each other and that is quite evident from the letters and cards. The two were married 31 January 1998 in Dingle, Bear Lake, Idaho. Here is a picture from later that year, you can see how much they enjoyed each others company.
Grandma passed away from a surgery that went wrong 14 November 1999 in Boise, Ada, Idaho. Bud moved back to Montpelier from Paul and remained there the rest of his days. He still worked hard maintaining yards and doing other work despite growing older and passing 90. He mowed one last lawn and then didn’t feel well and went to the hospital. He died a few days later on 27 September 2011 in Montpelier.
His funeral was held on 1 October 2011 in Dingle. His family referred to him as “the last of the great cowboys who lived his life on his own terms, his determination and hardworking ways, always peppers with a head tilt, sly grin, and a laugh.” This was true and my memories are of his blue eyes that twinkled, big smile that showed his worn down teeth, and that slight tilt to the head so he could hear you a little better. We stopped to visit him a few weeks ago so we could get a picture with the last of Aliza’s Great Grandparents (the others had already been captured). Unfortunately we missed him. Now we really miss him.
The family took out the last of the great cowboys in a wagon. A true tribute. Rest well Bud, I look forward to seeing you again.