Showing posts with label Grandpa and Grandma McKinnon. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 05, 2016

52 Week Challenge: Question 11

52 Week Challenge: Question 10

Share your memories of your paternal grandparents? Where did they live? How much were they involved in your life?

Kristin:




My paternal grandparents were Kate and Jack McKinnon. I love that the names Kate and Jack are so trendy right now. Who would have thought it? There is even a Kate McKinnon on SNL. How funny! We always called them Grandma and Grandpa McKinnon. We didn't have any cutesy names for them. When I was older and in college I started calling my Grandpa "Pops"...actually I called both of my grandpas that when I was that age. Reilly called my grandpa "Papa McKinnon". When they were being sweet to one another my grandma called my grandpa "Daddy" and when he was being sweet to her he called her "Mother." Both their sons used to affectionately call my grandpa "Pappy" when they were being loving.

My Grandma and Grandpa McKinnon lived out on Geneva Road out toward Utah Lake in Provo, Utah in the area called Vineyard. My Grandpa grew up on a ranch in Randolph, Utah near Bear Lake. He loved where he was from. He grew up with a lot of sisters and only two brothers. His sisters doted on him. He was very beloved his entire life. He met my grandma when she came to Randolph to visit her newlywed sister. Maysell, who had just moved there. They met at a dance. They married in the Salt Lake Temple and moved to Provo where my grandma was from. My grandpa served in the South Pacific during WWII. He had many jobs usually in the construction industry. When I was a kid he worked at Geneva Steel. On days when we didn't have school, we would often go to their house and spend the day. I loved helping my grandma pack his big black metal lunch box that always contained a can of coca-cola and some kind of Hostess cake. He LOVED Twinkies, Ding-Dongs, Snowballs, Cupcakes, and Zingers.

My Grandma was born in Provo and grew up in a big house off of Center Street. She came from a large family of girls. She had one biological brother and then when she was a teenager her parents adopted a son who was the youngest of the family. My grandma always lived fairly close to most of her sisters. They could be a quarrelsome bunch...someone was always mad at someone or not speaking to someone... but they were still a close group and always spent a lot of time together and were always into each other's business.

My grandparents lived on a farm with a bunch of acreage that stretched nearly to Utah Lake. They had all kinds of animals: horses, cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, dogs, and cats. We used to love spending time at their house. They had a huge vegetable garden, a big barn, and a bunch of outbuildings. There was also an irrigation ditch that ran through their farm and part of their property line ran parallel to the Provo River. It was so fun to go to their house!! We were the only grandkids and we were spoiled rotten. We always knew that we were loved and adored. My grandparents were active members of the church and they were always hopeful and encouraging that we would go to church some day. I love that I often saw my grandpa kneeling and praying for his family.

My grandpa was very active, super hard-working, and a lot of fun. We loved to follow him around while he did all of his chores on the farm. He also would play with us...especially games in the yard. He would chase us around and make us scream with laughter.  I am going to add in the memories that we shared at his funeral. They describe our Grandma and Grandpa McKinnon perfectly.)

Tyler read this at my grandpa's funeral: 

The girls have many fond memories of times spent at their Grandma and Grandpa McKinnon's house. They loved spending time down on the farm with Jack, following him around while he did his chores, helping him with the animals, naming the calves and riding in his old pick-up truck. They used to love playing pioneer on their farm and used to pretend that his old pick-up with the cattle guard was their covered wagon. They would sweep it out and pretend that they were traveling across the plains. 

Jack had a huge garden and used to plant rows and rows of peas and strawberries just for the girls to pick and eat. He was also an amazing flower gardener and grew all kinds of gorgeous flowers. He used to let the girls cut all the flowers that they wanted out of his yard. They would take home huge bouquets of lilacs, snowballs, roses, tulips, and zinnas. 

Another favorite activity with Jack was going to the dump. Jack used to collect scrap metal and then would take it to be weighed and exchanged for cash. The girls used to love to go with him and loved to help him find metal, not to mention all the other treasures they would find, and come home with. One time they came home covered in hives. Kate about had a fit, but they had the time of their lives. Once they found some old cologne in the shape of a golf ball at the dump. They thought that Jack would love it! He swore he loved it and took it home and kept it. He has had it all these years. He even used to bravely wear some when they would come to visit and would ask if he had put any on that day. One the way home, Jack used to take some of the money he got for the metal and would stop at the Texaco on the corner that the girls called "the candy store" and he would buy them all the candy they wanted and 25-cent grab bags.

The girls loved going on adventures in the motor home with Kate and Jack. Kristin, Stacey, and Kelley always wanted to go to Liberty Park in Salt Lake and they never wanted to go in the car. They always wanted to go in the motor home. Kate would make a picnic of the girls favorite foods: Kentucky Fried Chicken, chips, cake, and all the country time lemonade they could drink. Then they would go on all the rides that used to be there. Jack loved scary rides. He loved going to amusement parks. He was always the first one on all the scary rides. His favorite ride at Liberty Park was the Tilt-a-Whirl. He could spin and spin and never get dizzy. Kate only wanted the girls to ride the carousel but Jack would take them on everything. He especially loved to take them all up on the Ferris Wheel. He would tell them to "Yell at Grandma!" and they would wave while he would start rocking the seat back and forth like crazy. Kate would be on the ground screaming and Jack and the girls would laugh and laugh.

Jack had quite a sense of humor and loved to tease Kate. The girls remember playing many wild card and board games with their grandparents. They particularly liked Old Maid and Spoons. Jack used to cheat and slip the girls cards under the table so that Grandma was always the Old Maid. He also used to help the girls cheat at Spoons. They made up all kinds of wild rules and once when Grandma didn't get a spoon the rule was that she had to get up and bray like a donkey. Kate acted disgusted and put out but she could hardly do it because she was laughing so hard.

Jack used to let the girls name all the new calves in the spring. They would check on them and ask about the calves when they called and came to visit. He always told them not to make a pet of them but they never listened. Many times they would be eating a steak or hamburger at their house and Jack would ask, "How do you like that steak?" and then when the girls would answer that it was good, Jack would laugh and say, "Well it should be...You're eating Blackie!!"

The girls loved having sleepovers at Grandma and Grandpa's house. They got away with murder and they knew it. They could stay up late, watch whatever they wanted on TV, and eat all the cake and ice cream they wanted. 

Another favorite pastime for girls was snooping. They used to love to go through Kate and Jack's drawers, closets, and cupboards. They were sure that they would find a treasure and they always did. Jack used to yell at them and say that they were big snoops but he never stopped them and always made sure that there was plenty of black licorice and doublemint gum for them to find. The girls would go through their closets, dress up in their clothes, and come up with some crazy costumes. They would put on plays and sing and dance. Jack always talked about how much they would make him laugh with their crazy shows. Then after sleeping over they always got to eat one of Grandma's famous country farm breakfasts: hotcakes, eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, orange juice, and chocolate milk. But their favorite thing to eat was mush--just like Grandpa.

The girls loved to play games out on Kate and Jack's big front lawn and Jack was always in the thick of things.  He was right there playing Tag, Red Light/Green Light, Mother May I, Statues, and Wolf Over the River with them. Then they would go in and eat Jack's favorite ice cream: cherry nut.

Jack used to sell night crawlers to fishermen headed to the lake and if the girls were good they could go down into the basement, get into the worm refrigerator, measure out a cup full of worms, and take the money from the customers. Jack always let them keep the money.

The girls have so many wonderful memories: feeding the ducks at Utah Lake, eating at the Coachman and Chuck-a-Rama, going fishing at Strawberry Reservoir, swimming with Grandpa at Bear Lake and at many motel swimming pools, riding horses, and going on vacation with them.

When Kristin was in college at BYU she would come over every Sunday for dinner. Jack could be pretty picky about food. He like his meat and potatoes and dessert every Sunday night was cake and ice cream. Jack loved ice cream. One thing that he absolutely hated was yogurt. Kate loved yogurt especially frozen yogurt. One time she and Kristin decided that they were going to trick Jack. Kate had Kristin go and get a quart of frozen yogurt. They served it to him on Sunday night with his cake and told him that it was ice cream. He ate it all down without complaint. Then they laughingly informed him that it was frozen yogurt that he had been eating. He started gagging, spit out the last bite, and ran for the bathroom.

Jack could be gruff at times. He loved to tease his prissy granddaughters and ask them if they were wearing enough "war paint" (make-up) and if they were done "primping". His favorite term of endearment for them was "snot-nosed brats". He would yell at them to quite bossing him around or fussing over him and to stay out of his stuff, but they always knew how much he loved them.

In the last few months, when Jack was sick, the girls got to spend some special time with him. They had a lot of time to talk with him and share memories. They really got to know him as a person and not just their grandpa. He told them stories about his childhood-- going hunting and fishing with his brothers, neat stories about his mom and dad, and funny times with his sisters. He told them about his service in WWII, his life as a newlywed, stories about raising his family, and what it was like to be a grandparent. He gave them lots of good advice about life.

Jack was always a constant in their lives. Not just a grandpa but also a father figure. He was someone the girls could always depend on. Jack was there whenever they needed him. The girls have said that Jack taught them many things. He gave them an appreciation for animals, a love of the outdoors, and a sense of adventure. He taught them the value of hard work, how to be generous to a fault, how to serve others, and the importance of faith, family, and friends.

Even just last week he was preparing them for his death. He told them that he would not be getting better but not to worry about him. He told them that he had lived a good long life and that he did not have any regrets and was not afraid to die. He said that he was looking forward to a reunion with his loved ones. He told the girls that he was not worried about them because all three of them had turned out "real good". He told them that he loved them and they told him how much they loved him and how much he meant to them. 

Jack was a wonderful grandfather, not just to Kristin, Stacey, and Kelley but also to their other brother and sister, Kirk and Jordin. He was a fantastic and patient great-grandfather to Reilly and he was looking forward to the birth of his great-grandson who is due in November. Jack will be missed every day.

Here are some memories of my Grandma:

My grandma was a girlie-girl. She was the only woman in a house full of men and boy was she excited when she got three granddaughters!! Her favorite color was pink. She loved getting together with her sisters and her girlfriends. She loved make-up, perfume, nail polish, jewelry, and going to get her hair done. She loved going out to eat and going on Sunday drives with my grandpa. She loved to visit people. She always had a big purse full of all kinds of amazing things (that she usually made my grandpa carry) and she always had white Tic Tacs. 

My grandma was a good cook. People always talked about her home cooking. She also loved to decorate her house. Like clockwork every five years she would update her furniture, or get it reupholstered, change her carpet, and drapes. She and her sisters were always trying to out do each other. My grandpa always had his pick-up and my grandma loved cruising around in her Buick or Oldsmobile. (We always called it the Granny Mobile.) They would get a new version of it about every five years as well. It was always maroon. My grandparents would always ask, "What do you think of our new car?!" and we would always joke and say that it looked just like the old one!!

My grandma had a tight group of girlfriends that hung out together for about 50 years. They went to church together, were in bridge club together, were members of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers together, served together, and raised their children together. I knew them all. Wanda, Gertrude, and Dorothy were some of my favorites. Most of them lived off of Geneva Road. They were a gossipy bunch and always knew what was going on with everyone. Wanda was my grandma's very best friend. They had a little code that they used to do. Whenever they drove by each other's house they would double honk. That distinguished them from all the other family members and friends who would drive by and just honk. Too funny.

My grandma LOVED her Bridge club and Canasta club. She loved to be the hostess and would go all out and host a fancy event. She had several sets of pretty tablecloths that she would use and centerpieces for all the tables. She would fix dainty sandwiches, cake, and snacks. There was always punch in a big glass punch bowl and nut cups...filled with peanuts, dinner mints, and m&ms. She used to let me help her fill up all the nut cups...and eat all the leftovers...and I loved it. The color pink was her usual color scheme but she would also do different things for the holidays depending on which month she hosted. She served her food, punch, cake, and snacks on glass luncheon snack sets similar to the ones below but she had several different varieties.



I've sold many sets like these through my business Sisters Creed and I'm still drawn to them. I love them. They are so fun for book club and birthday parties. 

My grandma loved to go on vacation. She and my grandpa always traveled with her sister Zola and Zola's husband Cub. They went all over the U.S. in their motor homes together. Sometimes we got to go with them which was so much fun and we loved to talk on the CB's.

My grandma spoiled us. She always called us her "little sweethearts" even when we were in college. Her house was always stocked with our favorite treats and drinks. Every time we went to visit her we came home with grocery bags full of treats and gifts. She loved Avon and always had a big stash of make-up and perfume for us to get into. She used to save all the little tiny lipsticks samples for us.




We used to get SO EXCITED when she told us that she had a new stash for us!!


My grandma loved jewelry. My grandpa bought her a piece of jewelry for most holidays. She had several awesome jewelry boxes filled to the brim with treasures. Some of her jewels were real and she also had lots of gorgeous costume jewelry. We sell a lot of costume in our business and it always reminds me of her. She used to let us go through all her jewelry boxes and wear whatever we wanted.

When we got older, every year for Christmas, our grandparents would give us a bottle of our favorite perfume and $50. That was THE BEST gift!! My grandparents would go to the ZCMI perfume counter with their list of our favorite perfumes for that year and my Grandma LOVED it!! It was such a special gift because we couldn't afford fancy expensive perfume on our babysitting salaries when we were in junior high and high school and my parents certainly weren't going to buy it for us. It was such a luxury and even when Tyler came along he too got to pick out his favorite designer cologne and got $50. We are totally going to do that for our future granddaughters.

One of my favorite things at my grandparents house was my grandma's pudding drawer. Tyler and I are totally going to have one at our house when we are grandparents. My grandma had a big drawer in her kitchen stocked with every kind of instant pudding you could imagine. Pistachio, butterscotch, chocolate fudge, coconut, banana, french vanilla...all the good ones. The drawer was stocked and whenever we would ask if we could "cook something" we were directed to the drawer. There was also every flavor of jello imaginable in the "pudding drawer" too. For three little girls who never got many sweets at home it was sheer heaven. We made pudding every.single.time. we went. She also always had mini-multi-colored marshmallows, Nilla wafers, chocolate milk (IN A JUG), several flavors of punch (IN A JUG), and always our very favorite chilled country time lemonade (IN A CAN...the way God intended it to be served!!)

We also had a playroom to play in filled with toys and games and a little black and white TV. That was HUGE when we were kids. We pretty much ran wild and our grandparents enjoyed every minute. My mom always said that we were complete nightmares coming home after spending the weekend at their house. I bet!!

My grandma had some specific phrases that she would always say. She never swore (unlike my grandpa--ha ha!!) Instead she would always say, "MY LAW!!" whenever she was annoyed, angry, frustrated, or exasperated. Or the commonly heard..."Laws Jack!!" when my grandpa was bugging her. Ha ha!!

My Grandpa and Grandma McKinnon weren't perfect people but they were amazing grandparents. My mom and grandma rarely saw eye to eye especially after my parents divorce but my mom always kept them a part of our lives and a part of our family. They came to Christmas when we were little and when we were older they came for Thanksgiving year after year. I really appreciated that. They were fun grandparents. Always up for an adventure, trip, or to go eat at a cafe (as my grandma used to say.) They played and played with us...games, shows, performances...you name it and they did it. We always knew that we were loved and adored. I miss them very much.

I am glad that Tyler got to know and love them. They both loved him. There are many things about the way that they grandparented us that Tyler and I want to do with our future grandkids. Being a good grandparent is an art form and they did a pretty spectacular job!!


**If you are wondering where Tyler's post about his grandparents are...I'm still waiting...** :)  But since we are MANY weeks behind on this project I am posting this anyway!!

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

52 Week Challenge: Question 6

52 Week Challenge: Question 6

Have any of your family members died? If so, what did they die from? What do you remember of their deaths? What were the circumstances of their deaths?

TYLER:

My father passed away when I was 22 years old. My dad died on November 11, 1993. My parents had divorced while I was on my mission. When I came home the house that I had grown up in had been sold and my mom was living in Ephraim, Utah with my brother Brett. My sister Lori and her husband ( at the time) Jeff were living in Germany where he was stationed with the Air Force. When I returned home I moved into a condo with my dad in Orem, Utah. Dad and I were living together when he passed away. I was going to college and working at Wordperfect at the time. The day he died I was at Kristin's apartment. The Utah Country Sheriff's Department tracked me down there through a crazy network of friends. My dad had a heart attack next to his car in the parking lot of our condo. He was discovered by one of our neighbors who called 911. He was rushed to Utah Valley Regional Medical Center. I was told that my dad had been taken to the hospital and to get there as quickly as I could. They didn't answer any other questions. I was just told to go to the hospital as soon as possible. Kristin and I headed there and quickly realized that things didn't look good. The hospital staff took us into a private room and informed me of my father's death. I then was given a few minutes with him and I had to sign paper work and fill out donor information. It was a good thing that Kris was with me that day. She was so supportive. I also found out that my father had died immediately upon having his heart attack.

My dad had had rheumatic fever when he was a child. It had weakened his heart and left him with scar tissue on his heart. He was also a Type 2 diabetic and had been diagnosed with heart disease a few years before he died. He had had several minor heart attacks prior to his passing. He had also had an angioplasty done and had been walking regularly to improve his activity level. About a month earlier he had been into his cardiologist for a check up and his EKG showed that he was doing well. His death came as a shock.

I was the one to call all the family. My sister, Lori, flew in from Germany. Lori, Brett, and I made all the arrangements and planned his funeral. It was a very difficult time. I was the sole responsible party. I was the executor of his will. I also gave the eulogy at his funeral. I was the one who cleaned out our apartment, put furniture into storage, cleaned out his office, paid off the last of his bills, and finalized his estate. I also had to find a place to live for myself. I moved into BYU housing. It was a difficult experience and I had to learn and grow in ways that I never had before as a 22 year old.

Two weeks after my dad died, Kristin invited me up to her family's lake house in Northern Idaho for Thanksgiving. We had been dating for about 4 months at the time. I hit it off right away with her Grandpa Ellersick. He took me under his wing that trip. His own father had died at the same age as mine... 58 years old. He knew what I was feeling and knew just what to say. I remember that he told me that the day your father dies you stop being a boy and become a man. No truer words have ever been spoken.

It was interesting that my own son was born 7 years later on November 11th (the anniversary of my dad's death). Kameron's birth helped turn a sad day into a happy one. Kameron is my dad's only grandson. The last of the Johnson line.

KRISTIN:

Well, that's a dreary topic. Not all of these questions are fun to write about are they? I guess I will discuss my grandparents. I was blessed with absolutely amazing grandparents on both sides including my step-dad's mother (My Nana) and grandmother who are as much grandparents to me as my blood relations.

The first of my grandparents to die was my Grandma McKinnon. (My dad's mom). It was hard. We lived in the same town (Provo) and I saw her at least once a week. Tyler and I were newlyweds then and we went to my grandparents house a lot. My grandma loved Tyler and just thought that he was the greatest guy ever. The last time I saw her we had gone over to their house to tell them that I was pregnant with Reilly. She was one of the people that I was the most excited to tell our news to because I knew that she would be so excited and she was! She was one of those people who lived and breathed for her grandchildren. She called me, Stacey, and Kelley her "Little Sweethearts" even after we were all in college. I knew that she would flip out to have a great-grandchild on the way. I remember her looking at me and saying, "Are you kidding me? You better not be kidding me. It's not nice to tease Grandma!" We had a great visit. The next weekend we went to Rexburg for my cousin, Jaymon's, mission farewell. We got the call early that morning in our hotel room from my mom telling us that Grandma had passed away. It was unexpected and she hadn't been ill. She was 84 years old. It was really hard losing her...the first of the grandparents to go... and I always wished that she could have lived to see Reilly. She would've loved having another "Little Sweet Heart" to spoil.

My Grandpa McKinnon outlived my Grandma by about 4 1/2 years. I worried that my Grandpa wouldn't fair very well without my Grandma but he rallied pretty well. He kept himself busy working on his farm, going fishing with his fishing buddy about 6 days a week, going to the Senior Center for lunch everyday, and even made himself a special lady friend. I think he knew that he had to stay busy and so he did. He used to make me cry with laughter telling me about all the "widow women" at the senior center and at church who were "after him". Tyler and I got him a baseball hat one year for his birthday that said "Women love me and fish fear me". He thought that was hilarious and wore that hat all the time.

He was in pretty good health up until the last year of his life when he was diagnosed with lung cancer. He had smoked during WWII and gave that up when he came home from the war but he had also worked at the Geneva Steel Plant, which was an emissions nightmare, and I am convinced that was most likely the culprit. The last year he declined rapidly. He was on an oxygen tank and that kept him house bound for the most part and he hated it. No more fishing...no going to the senior center...no working on the farm. My Uncle Clayton and his wife, Emily, lived in his house with him. The last five months of his life he was really sick. He was a terrible patient and refused to eat and didn't want to have hospice come daily. My uncle and his wife worked during the day so me, Stacey, and Kelley took turns driving to Provo (we all lived in Salt Lake by then) every day to check on him. We would bring him lunch, force him to eat it, and to take his medication. He listened to us better than anyone else, which still wasn't that great, but he liked us visiting plus we knew all of his favorite foods. Every day for about 4 months one of us visited him. That was the summer that I was HUGELY PREGNANT with Kameron. Every third day Reilly and I would drive to Provo to go visit Papa McKinnon as Reilly called him. We would bring him cheeseburgers and milk shakes, grilled cheese and french fries, Twinkies, Ding Dongs, ice cream, and always an icy cold Coke. He would usually at least eat some of the food we brought and eventually take his medication because he "couldn't take all the nagging!" Ha ha!

Grandpa and Reilly had a special relationship. He adored her. He played and played with her. He would read books with her. He loved to watch Barney with her. I would bring Barney videos with me to entertain her while I helped my grandpa but he always wanted to watch them with her. He would say to Reilly, "Are we gonna watch Barney or what?!" She would climb up onto his lap in his recliner and snuggle right up to him. She didn't care about his oxygen tubes or his hacking cough. She loved being with him. Every time I think about that summer I can see the two of them sitting in his chair eating Twinkies and watching Barney together. Grandpa would ask her, "What's that thing supposed to be? Reilly would say, "A dinosaur" and Grandpa would say, "What?! That thing's a dinosaur? That don't look like a dinosaur to me!" and the two of them would laugh and laugh.

Grandpa McKinnon died a month before Kameron was born. I was so sad about that. My Grandpa never had a grandson and he was excited to finally get one. I remember the day I told him that Kameron was a boy. His whole face lit up with excitement. Then he looked at me and Reilly, grinned and chuckled and said, "Well, girls aren't bad either. Nosy and bossy... but not bad." My Grandpa McKinnon died at 87 years old.

That was a very sad time. The end of an era. I was glad that my grandpa wasn't suffering anymore and he really had been and I was glad that he was with my grandma again but life was forever altered. They were really the only tie that we had with our dad at that time and life was forever different without Grandma and Grandpa McKinnon in it.

My Grandpa Ellersick (my mom's dad) died a week after Kameron was born. That took the last bit of any coping skills that I had at the time. The two most significant father figures in my life were gone within a month. It brought me to my knees. I was also very close to my Grandpa Ellersick. He and my Grandma lived in Northern Idaho on the lake. Our lake. The lake house that we spend any spare moment we possibly can at. :) My Grandpa McKinnon was a funny and lovable character and my Grandpa Ellersick was pure love. I can't even really find the words to express how kind, gentle, loving, sweet, nonjudgmental, and Christ-like this man was. Unconditional love personified.

Once when I was about ten years old one of my grandma's weird friends came up to me and said, "You know how special your grandpa is don't you? I was like.."Yeah..." and she said "Well he is the closest person to Jesus Christ that I've ever known! And don't you forget that!" I was like "Okkkaayyy." I thought that was the most bizarre thing that I had ever heard. I went and told my Grandpa and he howled with laughter and said, "Maybe she needs to get her eyes checked!" but I have often reflected on that strange comment over the years and I know that my grandma's weird friend was right. He really is the most Christ-like person that I have ever known. He just drew people to him. All kinds of people. He loved everyone and had compassion on everyone. I remember him many times saying to me and others in the family when we were talking about someone who bugged us and he would say "Well...they've had rough life by golly." He never judged anyone or thought badly of anyone. He served others his entire life and made everyone feel like they were the most important person. I can guarantee that every one of my siblings and my cousins would say that we each felt that we were extra special to him.

My Grandpa Ellersick had been sick for years. He suffered terribly from Rheumatoid Arthritis and he had heart problems due to the medication that he had taken for years for his arthritis. He had been in and out of the hospital for the previous 5 years. We all knew that each year that we had with him was precious. I remember Grandma and Grandpa Ellersick calling me multiple times that past month to check on me, to see how I was doing with my pregnancy, and to give lots of words of love and comfort to me about losing Grandpa McKinnon. (I think both sets of grandparents had many conversations with each other about how they could best support us over the years. We were truly so blessed.) Either Grandpa McKinnon or Grandpa Ellersick would jump in for all the significant dad things over the years. The last conversation that I had with Grandpa Ellersick was when I had just come home from the hospital after having Kameron and he and Grandma were calling to see how we were doing. Then a few days later he was gone. That was a really hard time and being postpartum did not help. My Grandpa Ellersick died when he was 77 years old.

The other most significant loss has been my Uncle Mike. That is still fresh and tender. You can read about that here and here. My two miscarriages were two painful losses as well. Tyler and I have loved and grieved for those babies. I often think about what might have been and I know that both of us are so grateful for the knowledge that we have of eternal families.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

52 Week Challenge: Question 3

52 Week Challenge: Question 3

What memories do you have of your father (his name, birthplace, birthdate, parents, and so on...)

KRISTIN:


Yet another tricky question for me. My memories of my dad are few. I was not raised by him and our relationship has been somewhat distant over the years. But I will say that in the last year my dad is coming through like a champ. He contacts me (and Stacey and Kelley) at least weekly if not more. Mainly through texting...but also phone calls and the mail. We are talking more than ever and it has been really nice. I am grateful to be learning more about him than I ever have before and it seems that he wants to be known more than he ever has before. I accept it and am grateful. Things that I know about my dad: he served a mission to Argentina, is very funny, hates the snow, loves to read, loves antiques, has very eclectic taste in music, loves sports, and worries about his daughters.

I have a few memories of him prior to my parents divorce... I remember running out to his brown truck when he would come home from work and being thrown up in the air. I remember eating cinnamon bears with him and watching Charlie's Angels. I remember riding horses with him. I remember the day we left him and moved out. I remember him coming to see us on several Christmases. I remember visiting him one weekend with my sisters and grandparents. I saw him a few times when he came to town when I was in college. He has always sent money on our birthdays and for Christmas. He also attended our wedding and paid for our hotel for our honeymoon in Vegas. :) When I was older and still lived in Utah I saw him a bit more often. But I haven't seen him in years. Tyler and I are thinking about taking a trip to Las Vegas (that is where he lives) with the kids maybe some time this year.

Because I wasn't raised by him I am changing the question around and I have asked him to tell me what his childhood was like. I was very close to his parents so I am curious to see what they were like as parents since I very rarely observed them in that role. They were absolutely fantastic grandparents!!

My grandparents tried for a long time to have children. Both of them were in their late 30's when my Grandma finally got pregnant. My dad was an only child for part of his life. Then his parents adopted a boy named Clayton. I think Clayton was around six or seven when he was adopted. They also had a foster son named Bobby whom they loved very much. Bobby drowned in a canal on a visit with his biological mother. It was devastating to them. Growing up there was always a tri-fold picture frame on an end table in their living room of my dad, Bobby, and Clayton. I know that my grandparents loved their boys and were grateful for them.

My grandparents lived on a farm in Provo, Utah off of Geneva Road out by Utah Lake. Their farm was one of my very favorite places in all the world. There were horses, cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, dogs, a huge vegetable garden, many out buildings, and an irrigation ditch that was always running with water. My sisters and I loved to play pioneer on their farm. It was our very favorite thing to do at their house.

Here is what my dad said:




My life growing up with Mom and Dad. When I was a child I really thought I had it bad. Too much work and not enough play. As I look back over the years of my youth, boy was I ever wrong. My childhood and teenage years were as perfect and as wonderful as a boy could have. I always knew that I was loved and wanted and that our home was a safe and protected place. Mom and Dad were strict and there were rules to follow: work hard and do your best, be kind to others, be honest, and live a clean moral life, obey to the best of your ability the commandments of God.


(I think this might have been a picture celebrating their engagement.)

My Mom and Dad always took an active part in my upbringing. We lived on a farm in Provo, Utah and besides farming Dad had a full-time job in the construction industry. Mom was a full-time wife, mother, and homemaker and she had a part-time job at an elementary school as a cook. I don't know how they ever found the time to do all they did every day. Farm work, occupations, rearing two boys, working at very responsible church positions. On top of that Dad was my little league baseball coach, my boy scout leader, and teacher of all things boy related. How to hunt, fish, trap, ride a horse, hit a baseball, drive a truck, and much more.

Mom had the worst job because she was the only lady in the house. (I never had any sisters.) Even when I was young she would jokingly say, "How can I ever get anything done in a house full of men?" But she accomplished miracles. We all pitched in and worked together. She taught me house keeping skills which I grudgingly learned, but became very useful in later years. Cooking, cleaning, dusting, dish washing etc. I still hate dusting to this day.

Besides being a wonderful homemaker and mother, Mom had many other skills, talents, and interests. Mom was a people person and loved entertaining and had many many friends that she loved to entertain in our home. People loved my mom and gravitated to her. Her laughter could light up a room and she had a crazy sense of humor. People always had fun at our house and her good home cooked food was legendary. Mom loved her church work and she served God by serving other people. Her positions included Primary President, Relief Society President, YWMIA President and she taught classes in all of the ward and stake organizations. My mom loved to sing and had a beautiful clear soprano voice. She sang in the ward and stake choirs with my dad. Besides church work and homemaking Mom had many and diverse interests. She was the 4H Leader for four of the clubs that I participated in. She was a leader in the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers. She enjoyed politics and served as a judge of elections and our home was an election polling place for many primary and general elections. Many of Mom's other interests included: reading, travel, history, cooking, family (especially the grandchildren). She and my dad loved sports and never missed any of my ball games. Mom loved the BYU Cougars. We watched the games on TV and before TV we would gather around the radio and listen to the Cougar games as a family.

I guess you could say that our family was a middle income rural family. We always had good food, a warm home, and tons of love and respects for each other. We were sometimes poor in worldly goods, but we had each other and that was what counted. I loved my Mom and Dad and I am proud of them and so thankful to be their son. Even though many years have gone by since Mom and Dad have passed on I still find myself reaching for the telephone to call them for advice or to share a bit of news with them. Mom and Dad live in my heart and continue to help and guide my life. I know that we will all be together again some day. Love, Dad


TYLER:

(Tyler's dad passed away from a heart attack when we were dating. Tyler's parents divorced while he was on his mission and Tyler was living with his dad when we met. I have several memories of his dad and they are hilarious and very much cherished. Although he passed away before we were married and our children were born, our children know their Grandpa Johnson well and his memory is very much alive in all of our hearts and minds.)


My father, Larry Luvern Johnson, was born in Duluth, Minnesota, on October 7th to Alice Luella Johnson and Engner Axel Harris Johnson.  His mother was a school teacher and his father was a railroad worker.  He had an older brother Ed and a younger brother named Rick.  He grew up in a home out in the woods of Minnesota.  It sometimes doubled as a hunting lodge throughout the hunting seasons.  I remember a story he used to tell me about a pet deer they had while growing up.  He truly loved his time there.  At around 14 he, his brothers and his mom moved to Port Orford, Oregon.

He served a full-time mission in Oslo, Norway.  Both his father and mother spoke a little Norwegian but he had grandparents that were all fluent in it.  He really loved the people there and always had such amazing stories about living there and being in such a beautiful place.

He began his undergraduate at the University of Oregon in Architecture but then changed to Political Science and he transferred to BYU and went on to complete his Masters.



He worked for a bit in Provo utilizing his Political Science degree but was offered a job with IBM selling what was then new technology in giant server computers.  In his training for this job he learned many of the programming languages which gave him a whole new career in computer science.  He worked in the programming industry for many years and ended up becoming a professor of computer science at Utah Technical College (UTC).  It changed names from UTC to Utah Valley Community College to Utah Valley State College to the now known Utah Valley University.  He loved teaching.

My dad also loved to garden and landscape.  He truly loved working outside in our yard.  Whether it was the many rose bushes that we had in the front yard, the fruit trees in back, the blackberry bushes, or the enormous garden.

He loved to go camping.  I have so many memories as a kid being up in the woods all over in California and Utah camping with my dad.  We always had this awesome canvas tent that was huge or so it seemed and then when we got older we had a tent trailer for our camp outs.  It was always his dream to be a camp host at a campground near enough to home that would allow us to camp all summer long and still allow him to work and commute.  We did spend one amazing summer up in Yellowstone.  My dad took a position as a night auditor with the Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel.  This allowed us to have an all access pass to the entire park.  Dad would work through the night and then most weekdays and every weekend that entire summer we explored every inch of Yellowstone.  During that summer we lived just outside the park in a mobile home in Gardner, Montana.  It was a very memorable summer and such a great opportunity.  Part of the reason for this trip was for dad to share his love for the National Parks.  In one of his summers during his college years he spent the summer as an official park ranger in Teton National Forest.  He had such fond memories of that time and always wanted us kids to know the beauty and splendor of those national treasures.

Dad was a voracious reader.  Going to the library with him was always fun and interesting.  Trying to guess the size of the stack he would be bringing home was always a surprise.  Dependent upon the size of the books his stack would be a minimum of 12 inches tall.  Sometimes it would be multiples of that stack.  The crazy part is that he would always read through that stack of books in under his two week checkout time.

Dad never forgot about his degree in Political Science. He was always very involved politically in the community. He even ran for a city council position in Orem and had the whole family involved in his campaign.

Dad also loved to sing.  He joined a barbershop choir and also was involved in a quartet as well.  He sang bass and was always taking us kids along to sing in the ward choir.  Both mom and dad were very active in the ward choirs throughout my childhood.


Tyler and his Dad

Out of all the things my dad taught me over the years I think that his example of hard work was the most important. He was a very dedicated provider for our family between his job and what we did at home; he was always showing me by his amazing example the importance of work and getting the job done right the first time. I love my dad and his amazing example to me and I will always cherish the last year that he and I had together.