Sunday, April 13, 2014

Early Hyrum Pictures

Some of these pictures may be out of order, but I thought I would share them just the same.  These mostly are early Hyrum pictures, before we moved to Illinois.
Ileen Wardle, December 25, 1964, Hyrum, Utah

[Hyrum House, undated, Mom Dad and ??]

January 1965 Hyrum Utah, Connie, Sara, Billy, Charlie, Weldon

[Hyrum dining room not dated, perhaps post Carbondale, see walker]

[Hyrum House front]

Connie Wardle. Sara Wardle, Ileen Wardle, [Grandma] Geneve Wright 18 July 1965

[Grandma] Geneve Wright, Ileen Wardle Feb. 1965, Lincoln, Idaho

Ileen, [Grandma] Meslissa [Grandpa] Wildord Blacksmith Fork Canyon, Hyrum, UT June 19, 1966

Christmas morning 1964, Hyrum, Utah

Ann Chase July 24, 1966, Rigby, Idaho

[Tony Grove, Weldon, Billy, Charlie?]


Christmas 1965, Hyrum, Utah

[Ann Chase, Tony Grove?]

Ann Chase, Feb 22, 1965, Hyrum, Ut [living room]

[Mom, undated, family room, Hyrum home]

[Tony Grove?]

[Mom Tony Grove?]

July 4, 1966 Mutual float Sara and Connie helped with


Verna, Danny and Bill Green, Hyrum, Utah 1965

July 30, 1967, Lincoln, Idaho, Wilford Wardle, Geneve Wright, Melissa Wardle

[Chases] Nov. 25, 1966

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Aunt Carol, Kittens, Snakes, Charity and Poop

At Aunt Carol's memorial they mentioned her love for animals; especially snakes and cats.  We found this to be true in a sort of funny way.  After we moved to San Jose, it seems we had a dinner with the Haws family about yearly.  This usually took place around Easter.  We would run into them at stake conference and say like, "It's been too long since we spent time together" and then make plans for a visit.
The first time we went to Aunt Carol's and Uncle Von's they had baby kitties.  The kids adored them.  Aunt Carol warned them they weren't potty trained, but all the same the kids held them and cuddled them and help them until the inevitable  happened. We had children with cat poop and dirty clothes.  
Forrest, Aunt Carol, Mark, Uncle Von

Aaron and Forrest

Aaron, Gretchen's son, Aunt Carol, Jeremy, Uncle Von; No snake was going around my neck

Gretchen's baby, Natalia, Charity Caleb in background, Me, Gretchen's daughter
A couple years we went to Uncle Von's and Aunt Carol's, Aaron got out his snakes.  Maybe my memory is playing tricks with me, but I remember the big snake being very long.  Maybe it was after this year, because Caleb is pretty small here.  I remember I touched the snake but not much more.  The kids were sitting together with the big snake draped between several of them on their laps.   Snakes don't eat much, and consequently they don't poop much either.  However, this was one of the times it did.  Charity remembers that as the snake started to go, Caleb slid the part with stink coming out of it to her lap, and she didn't know what to do, so she got snake pooped on.  Snake poop is slimy and white.  There was not much we could do but put Charity's clothes in a trash bag.  The bag went into the trash can when we got home.  Sheri did not want to try to salvage them.

My Baptism Interview

Bishop Blaine Nielsen interviewed me when I was baptized. 

The interview took place at his home.  It really wasn't too bad.  Bishop Nielsen had a way of making you feel comfortable.  There were some questions about the articles of faith, but to be honest I don't remember much of what he asked. I do remember the experience in general and it always stuck with me.  He lived a block from our house, so I assume I walked over.  It felt like he had to pass me or fail me, but I am not sure if I could actually have failed. 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Bruce McLean: Friend Second to Fourth Grades

Bruce McLean was a friend who lived up the street and around the corner.  He and I both liked baseball.  I used to call him Denny McLain after the baseball picture--so much so I always thought his name was Denny, but a different spelling to his last name.  Denny McLain was the last person to win 30 games in a season.  He was big stuff at the time we lived in Hyrum, and even bigger the next year when the Tigers won the pennant.
We moved away from Hyrum before my Fifth grade year, and then back in a couple of years.  However Bruce had moved away and I have no idea where.  I never saw him again. 
Bruce is the second from the left in front

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Coaching Caleb in Flag Football

As the kids grew up, coaching them was one of my special privileges.  I mostly coached soccer and baseball, and for a couple season basketball.  Then there was on year I coached Caleb in flag football with California Youth Sports.  This was really a pleasure.  I must admit I can't remember the names of the kids, or the other coaches, but we had fun, and our team was really good.  There was one other team that was also very good, and man did we have a good game.  It went back and forth, and to be honest I don't remember who won.  I remember one play that we did a quick pass to Caleb, and someone almost got his flag behind the line of scrimmage, but he made it around the corner, and then the entire field was open to him.  It was exciting.  I don't know if we have any pictures, but I have my t-shirt, which is getting old and ready of the DI, so I had Miranda take a picture of it. We played at Blackford High School, and practiced at Maywood Park.  The players came from a much broader area than usual sports.  It was like thee first year of the league.

Caleb front row, second from right.

Monday, March 31, 2014

My Wife Sheri

Bishop asked me to write about Sheri's history for a Fifth Sunday presentation.  He asked me to model it after the pattern in a article in this month's Ensign.  Sheri is the current Primary President in our ward.

Sheri is of royal lineage.  I sang a song to her when we were married a song called Vision: See that woman standing there, golden sunlight in her hair. Something glows above the rest, can your sense her nobleness.  A painting without frame it seems, but endless in its majesty; can you see what I see, can you see?  I see a vision in eternity, you are the vision I see.  Angels surround you in eternity, glorious queen your will be.  I see the sons I see the daughters at your side, glorious queen; Goddess forever. 
Sheri’s youth was hard.  Her parents were divorced when she was three, and she was raised by her birth mother and stepfather.  Sheri now has two fathers.  Her step father did not always treat her as he should have.  Her oldest brother was killed in a farm accident when she was in third grade.  Sheri was acquainted with grief and hardship. 
Sheri was the oldest daughter in her family of thirteen siblings.  She grew up working hard, changing diapers, cooking and cleaning; and performing farm chores.
After we were married, we were anxious to start a family.  Sheri always wanted a large family of at least eight children (not a few).  Sheri quickly became pregnant.  However her fist pregnancy ended in miscarriage.  Her second pregnancy also ended tragically with a stillborn baby boy.  It wasn’t until her third pregnancy that we brought our oldest daughter home, Natalia.  She was followed by five more siblings, each born about two years apart.  Sheri was a busy woman.
When are youngest child, Caleb, was finishing elementary school, Sheri reminded me that when we courted I had always talked about being adoptive and foster parents.  She was the spark behind us becoming licensed as foster parents.  She said she felt inspired that we were supposed to do this.
Starting about eight years ago, we brought over 35 children into our home.  Some we had for only a brief period.  Some we kept for over a year.  Tony we were able to adopt.  We have had children from many different circumstances.  Some, such as Tony, were premature.  Sheri has a special talent with premature babies and babies with prenatal drug exposure.  She has a deep seated love for children.
Sheri is an example in our home of daily prayer and daily scripture study.  She gets up early and reads her scriptures and has some time to herself to meditate and pray.


To each is given a talent, and we should use that talent.
Having faith in the Lord he will show us the path we should go and the things we should do to leave a positive mark in the world.
Even though things don’t always work the way we would like them to, and there may be trial and pain; as we pursue with faith we receive blessings from the Lord.

What Can I Do?

Recognize and develop my talents, and use the talents I have been given.
Think about how I can strengthen my faith and trust in the Lord.
Consider how to make my time spent waiting for the Lord’s blessings more fruitful and productive.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Poetry I Like: Make Your Own Kind of Music

Make Your Own Kind of Music; this words remind us that there is a place for us.  We don't have to be like the next person, but can find our own song and our own way to be happy.
"Make Your Own Kind Of Music"

Nobody can tell ya;
There's only one song worth singin'.
They may try and sell ya,
'cause it hangs them up
to see someone like you.

But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along.

So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.

You're gonna be knowing
the loneliest kind of lonely.
It may be rough goin',
just to do your thing's
the hardest thing to do.

But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along.

So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.

You gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along.

This song was written by Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil.  It was first recorded in 1968 by the Will-O-Bees and in 1969 by Mama Cass Elliot.