Grandpa’s Garden

As I grew up, I did not get to see my Grandpa and Grandma Ross more than a couple times a year.  When we went to visit in Utah, there was always a trip to the garden.  The garden had its own mythical place in our minds.  It scared me as a kid, I don’t know why.  It was like it could eat me it was that alive.  As time went on, I came to appreciate how much hard work and effort it took.  We reaped its bounteous blessings as well.  As I worked in the garden this morning, I thought to go through and see what photos I have of Grandpa and Grandma’s garden.  Here is what I could file.

Milo and Gladys Ross, 2004, the garden struggled this year because Grandpa was spending all his time taking care of Grandma, and Grandma kept sabotaging it by turning on the water all the time and regularly flooding parts of it out.

 

Gladys Donaldson Ross in ‘the garden’

 

Gladys Ross with some of the harvest

 

Planting

 

2009

 

2009 Jerrett and Matt Ross – back
Jeff and Milo Ross – front
Garden behind

 

Gladys with potatoes

 

Jeff and Milo in Garden, 2009

 

Milo Ross with another angle of his garden behind him, 2009

Jennie Bremer, Gladys Ross, 2004

Memories are Made of This

Lillie 23 April 2017

Sometimes you just have to be grateful for what you have.  I am fortunate to have a great family.  A couple of photos of recent.

Hiram and Aliza, 23 April 2017, Snake River Minidoka spillway, flood 2017

 

Hiram and Aliza, Paul Park, 22 April 2017

 

Del Monte Tower

You can’t hardly see it, but I regularly see it.  My Grandfather helped build that water tower that is small but to the left of the tree just above the fence.  Most days when I open Aliza’s blinds, I have a reminder of my ancestry in the distance.

The remaining of the Twin Falls, 19 March 2017

 

Shoshone Falls, 19 March 2017, Flood of 2017

 

Hiram and Aliza at Shoshone Falls 19 March 2017

 

Hiram and Aliza goofing off 19 March 2017

 

 

Utah Wedding

For Easter weekend, we went to a wedding in Utah.  The kids were a little more dressed up than normal, so I thought I would share a couple of those photos.  There were many more, but these were just from the ones that I took.

Hiram & Aliza in front of a Salt Lake City Temple window

 

Hiram & Aliza in front of Salt Lake City Temple doors

 

Aliza, Lillian, Grandpa Bryan Hemsley, & Hiram walking to church on Easter Sunday in Kaysville

I am happy spring has finally arrived.

Lillie passed out in Nursery from wedding exhaustion!

8th Street in Ogden, Utah

While in Ogden, Utah, last weekend, I was driving north on the old highway.  On a whim, I wondered if the home my Great Grandparents lived in on 8th Street was still there.  I pulled over and found my previous post to find the address and the photos of the home.

As I wrote then about David and Dena Donaldson, the home is located at 629 8th Street, Ogden, Weber, Utah.  I believe the address has stayed constant, but I am not sure.

A newspaper accident referenced a plumbing accident with David D Donaldson in the story, living at 629 8th Street, on 30 July 1926.

I found a published newspaper jury summons indicating David D Donaldson was still living in the house on 19 December 1935.

If I remember correctly, my grandparents were married in this home 4 April 1942.

Here are the photos I have of the home.

Nice long side shot of the home.

Donaldson 8th Street home with back addition

A close up of the front porch.

Dena, Gladys, Maxine, Dora holding Dave Donaldson (Dena and Dora are twins and may be switched)

Well, I found the house.  I was not sure it was even still there, but sure enough, I could recognize it from the old photos.

Not to be creepy, I knocked on the door.  I explained why I was bothering the lady who answered and even showed her the first photo above.  The lady said they had just purchased the home about a month ago.  They were in the military and moved in.  She gave me permission to take some photos of the home.

West side view of 629 8th Street

 

East side of 629 8th Street

 

Porch up close of 627 8th Street

Can you see the five children sitting on the porch?  The spigot is no longer there on the right side of the steps.  It was interesting to me walking up to the door as I imagined my grandmother, Gladys Maxine Donaldson Ross, sitting there in the very middle.  The railing is gone, the posts obviously updated, and a new deck.

Another shot of the front door

If walls could talk, what would they say?

I don’t think I realized the home had a basement.  Here is a YouTube video with some shots inside the house.

 

 

 

Milo James Ross Birthday

Today would have been my Grandpa’s 96th Birthday.  Milo James Ross was born 4 February 1921 in a little log cabin in Plain City, Weber, Utah.  He passed away in his sleep 17 July 2014 in Plain City.  His passing occurred roughly .8 a mile from where the log cabin stood, but his home was much more comfortable than the one in which he was born.

In thinking about him, I thought of some of his personality and quirky sense of humor and laugh.  No better way to share that than with a video or two.  I am so glad we took the opportunity to record him playing with the kids this Friday 19 October 2012.  They are short and playful, but capture so much of the essence of Grandpa.

I am also sharing the photos, after the videos, from the same occasion so you can see those as well.

Milo James Ross and Hiram Milo Ross

Milo James Ross and Hiram Milo Ross with Amanda Ross in mirror

 

Milo James Ross and Hiram Milo Ross

Milo James Ross and Hiram Milo Ross

 

Milo James Ross and Hiram Milo Ross

Milo James Ross and Hiram Milo Ross

 

Aliza Ross

Aliza Ross

 

Milo Ross and Aliza Ross

Milo Ross and Aliza Ross

 

Milo Ross and Aliza Ross

Milo Ross and Aliza Ross

 

Milo Ross and Aliza Ross

Milo Ross and Aliza Ross

John “Jack” William Ross Grave

While we were in San Francisco this summer, I told Amanda the only required stop was my Great Grandpa’s grave in Goldengate National Cemetery in San Bruno, San Mateo, California.  Since the summer went to pot with medical issues for our little girl, I have not posted much of California.  Here is the first of hopefully several.

Goldengate National Cemetery

Goldengate National Cemetery

This is a picture from Jack’s grave looking toward the east.  As you can tell the rows and graves go for a very long distance.  Sources show the cemetery is 161.5 acres with over 145,000 interments.  Jack’s is grave #512.

We showed up as the rain was coming down pretty hard.  We stopped at the office to find out where John “Jack” William Ross could be found within the cemetery.  We obtained a map, directions, and started toward his grave.  It probably only took us about 15 minutes.  Fortunately the rain slowed a bit when we got out of the car.

John William Ross tombstone

John William Ross tombstone

I have written before about Jack.  He was born 2 September 1890 in Pulaski, Pulaski, Virginia.  You can read at the link about his marriages and life.  He died 13 June 1948 in Livermore Veterans Hospital in Livermore, Alameda, California.  The building he passed away in is still there.  Which brings to life more of the story of my Grandfather, Milo James Ross, told of when he went to visit Jack.  Milo was present when Jack passed away.

Back of John William Ross' grave, #512

Back of John William Ross’ grave, #512

The rain was starting again after we had been there for a few minutes.  I could not help but wonder, am I the only descendant of Jack to visit his grave?  I know Grandpa wasn’t there for his burial and as far as I know never made it back.  Harold is the only other son, and he was pretty negative toward his father, so I doubt he personally made it.  How lonely is that?  Some of Jack’s nephews lived in California, but I doubt they ever paid a visit.  Who knows, but that I suspect I am the only descendant to visit his grave.

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Paul Norwood Jonas Ross at the grave of John “Jack” William Ross at Goldengate National Cemetery in San Bruno, California.

 

 

Rest well until the Resurrection.

 

Eagle Scout

I received my Eagle Scout on 19 October 1993 making it 23 years ago!  Where does the time go?  Here are some photos of that occasion.

Newspaper clipping from the South Idaho Press.

Newspaper clipping from the South Idaho Press.

My Dad, Milo Ross, is also an Eagle Scout, so he could make the award to me.  Mom refused to step into a Mormon church, so my Grandma, Gladys Donaldson Ross, stood in for her.  Mom finally showed up and came in and then became offended because Grandma stood in her place.  Sometimes you cannot win!

The Court of Honor.

The Court of Honor.  Me, Grandma, Dad on stage with the Eagle Nest.

paul-ross-eagle-court-of-honor-with-gladys-and-milo-ross

 

Dad shaking my hand afterward for photos.

Dad shaking my hand for a photo for the newspaper.

Here is one of those awkward teen photos.  Dad had me take a picture before we went to the Court of Honor.  I borrowed someone else’s pants so they did not fit.  I was already in love with the green trousers.

paul-ross-eagle-uniform

I have a couple of the invitations and the programs for the Court of Honor.  Next time I stumble on them I should scan a copy so they are also saved for posterity.  Just remember, we all go through that awkward teenage stage.