Billy Boy's Sympathy Cards

These cards came from Duckwater friends, Lund friends and family.

Duckwater Shoshone Tribe

Milton and Joan Gardner

Mom, Charlie and Dianna

Dan and Lillian Millett

Bishop and Dawn Whipple, Lund

Boyd and Jonathan Visit Duckwater

June of 1984 Boyd and Jonathan came to Duckwater for a couple weeks.  It was an adventure.  We almost didn't get them there.  I was playing with the boys in a passenger seat, a car version of hand game.  I don't know if I was hiding a penny or what.  Sheri was driving.  Sheri became too interested in the game, and the next thing we knew, we were in the berm.  We were going very fast.  Sheri over corrected, and then we were going down the high way sideways.  I don't know how we didn't roll.  As it was, the two tires on the passenger side went flat.  We were in the west dessert, west of Delta.  We got the tires off, leaving the spare one one, and the jack on the other.  A truck driver gave us a ride back to town, and someone was able to reseal the tires.  We then got another ride going back to the car, and made it home.

our house

Boyd's 6th birthday

our Escort, looking towards Duckwater farm land

Boyd and sheep, looking towards reservation

Jonathan with Butch and Jan's home

Butch's big tractor

Boyd and Jonathan and Current Creek steer

Visiting Terry and Julie; Honeymon?

Joel

Michaela

me

Beautiful Wife

Sheri with Andrea and Michaela

I mentioned we spent a week with Terry and Julie.  This was the closest we came to a honeymoon, sleeping on their couch. I neglected a couple pictures. 
http://whilhelmsthoughts.blogspot.com/2013/02/sheri-and-i-first-vacation-to-so-cal.html
This link for our activities during the week.

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

 We sang this for stake choir concert tonight.

The poem

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That’s sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Billy Boy's Sheri Pregnancy Pictures

You can see Sheri in the Thanksgiving picture very pregnant

Pictures of Sheri after MD appointment

I wanted to develop the roll.

This was the day before going to Salt Lake University Hosptial

My Music: He Will Heal You

He Will Heal You

He will heal you, He will heal you.
Bring to him your need, and He'll give you peace.
Peace, peace, peace. Peace be unto you.
Because of your faith, Peace be unto you.

Come unto Me, all ye who are heavy laden,
And I will give you rest.
Take of my fruit
And you will be blessed.

Come take of the fruit.
Come take of the fruit,
for it is the love of God,
And He will bring you peace.
He will bring you peace.

My Music: He Took Upon Himself our Sins

 This is from the cantata The Condescension of God based on First Nephi chapter 11

He took upon Himself our sins, our guilt, our depressions
Our faults, our needs, our indiscretions.
He went below all things
He carried our sorrows.

He suffered for us all, if we would repent;
Which suffering caused that God the greatest of all
Should shrink, and tremble in pain
And suffer both body and spirit,
And bleed from every pore
As it where, great drops of blood
Which fell down to the ground.

Billy Boy Wardle

Billy Boy Born 12/9/85 12:15 a.m. 4 lbs 15 oz.

My Poetry: For Billy Boy

I wrote this poem after Billy Boy was stillborn.  He was actually Sheri's second pregnancy, the first ending in miscarriage.

For Billy Boy

The baby's gone,
But gone to where?
The baby's gone
He is not here.

And so I grope
As a bungling fool
There is no hope,
Night time is the rule.

We sleep too soundly
For we have no cares,
Our lives too roundly
For no one's there.

The cradle board is empty
Our genes no alive.
The baby doesn't see,
Cry, eat, slobber or thrive.

They say the baby rests
In the ground where laid,
But the words don't arrest;
My longings just don't fade.

And damn I say
Inside my heart,
Didn't I pay?
Then why this part?

Why must I play the role
Of a grieving father, almost?
Being a father was my goal
And for now it's turned to rust.

And so we say,
"We'll try again."
But how much must we pay?
Eleven months of pregnancy...
And so much pain.
There she sweat, labor intense
The pain, Oh God, the pain.
The baby's cry, a sweet incense
I can't hear, though I crave.

And still the tears,
Still the lump in my heart
That day full of anxiety and fears
In my life, just won't depart.

And still I grope
Like a bungling fool
Where is there hope?
It seems night time is the rule.

A picture of Billy Boy's Body
http://whilhelmsthoughts.blogspot.com/2013/02/billy-boy-wardle.html

My Poetry: A Weekful of Risings

Monday:

It’s time to get up, in those covers don’t hide,
If you do these finger might have to tickle your side.
And look here, a right hand of fingers for your left side,
And a left hand of fingers for your right
You better get up or these fingers will give you a tickly fright.

Pull off those cover from around your head
It’s morning now, TIME TO GET UP, the clock has said.
Seven Oh three, no seven oh four,
You should be on your way out the door.
Into the bathroom, water on for your shower
Not lollygagging here like a lazy flower.

It’s time to get up.  You better not hide.
Cause my tickly fingers will find your side.
DAD

Tuesday:

Time to get up and you better hurry,
I put my tickle fingers away; you better worry
The tickle fingers are hiding, but the squishy belly wants to play
Better get up or squishy belly will squish you away.

Don’t give me that moan!  Don’t give me that groan!
Squishy belly doesn’t care if you groan or moan.
It will start at your feet and squish your insides up to your head.
And before your head pops; you better be out of bed.

I’m up daddy I’m up!  Don’t you see me running to the shower?
It’s only you left in bed, like a wilting pansy flower.

Wednesday:

Time to get up child.  No not today Dad.  Can’t you see I’m sick.
It hurts to open my eyes, my head throbs and my throat feels yick.
Bad throat huh, we’ll have to see. 
Open your mouth wide and I’ll look inside.
Here open up, while I hold your tongue down with my stick.
It won’t gag you too much, you
Haven’t had breakfast, you’ll only throw-up a bit.

Bad throat day, now say aaaaah while I
Look down your throat.
No it’s not red, are you playing me
For a Billy goat?

You better get up its almost time for school
You better get up and not play ME for a fool.
“Do I hafta?”  You hafta.

Thursday:

Time to get up….No response.
Time to get up….No response.
I say time to get up….No response.

Well I guess I’ll just have to get the dipper from the bathroom
Fill it with cold water, and no it’s not so I can prune or groom.
But I have a special use for this water I’m holding over your head.
If you don’t get up you’ll soon have a wet bed.

Water will be dripping off your hair and eye brows,
You better get up this dipper of water is heavy in my paws.
You wouldn’t really—you shouldn’t, couldn’t.
Well maybe I wouldn’t,
But you’re up now, and that is prudent.

Friday:

Time to get up dear, it’s almost seven
Really Dad, as I dreamed, it felt like heaven
And the covers are so nice and soft and warm
Like when I snuggle mommy, I know nothing will bring me harm.

I know dear, but today is Friday, one last day of school this week.

Friday?  T.G.I.F.?  T.G.I.F.!  I can’t speak,
Yes, that’s hay carramba, macanudo, magnifique.
Thank goodness it’s Friday; Trei magnifique!
Tremendous Stupendous and outrageous, terrifically advantageous,
Super dooper, great big scooper, extraordinarily great day.

I can get up, don’t you see me.
I can get up with energy and zest.
Fridays are the best!  FRIDAYS!  ARE!  THE!  BEST!

Saturday: 

Time to get up Dad.   …oooooh. 
Time to get up Dad.   …oooooh.
Dear, don’t you see the clock.  It’s only five.
Don’t you see the clock.  It’s only five, sakes alive.
Five o’clock, let me sleep, let me snore.
Five o’clock, I can sleep and hour or two, maybe more.

Ooooh, I’m tired; ooooh let me sleep
Ooooh it’s only five.  Don’t make a peep.
Dad, it’s fine.  The sun’s up, and so am I.
If you don’t get up you’ll miss the rabbit fly.
Dad, let’s play dolls, let’s play house.
Do you want to play a game, maybe “Catch the Mouse.”

No school today Daddy, it’s all for fun.
Don’t waste the sun Daddy, let’s go, run!
Let’s go to the park Daddy.  I like to swing.
I’ll fix a picnic, you make a cake, what should Mommy bring?
It’s time to get up Daddy, the sun is peeking over the hills.
Today is a day for fun and thrills.

Sunday:

It’s time to get up Dear,
I’m already up Daddy.
I woke with a smile.  Me too.
Sunday is a good day, a day to dress with some style.
Go to church and worship God for a while.
A day to remember the Son, Jesus Christ,
His suffering for us at Gethsemane and on the cross.

A day to pledge to always do our best,
To follow Jesus with energy and zest.
A day to serve, a day to rest, to leave worldly cares behind.
A day to love each other, a day to love our families,
                                  A day to find….
Peace, and love, and happiness,
A day to search the scriptures, a day of prayer.
I love you Daddy.  I love you too little one…
And I would never really squish you or dump water on you….
I know.

Sheri and I: First Vacation to So Cal

Besides our honeymoon, which really wasn't more than one night ad Midway, between out two homes, our first vacation was to Southern California. We traveled for the sealing of Sheri's older brother, Terry to his wife and family of three children.  Terry was stationed at Camp Pendleton, and we spent a week with them.
Our vacation started with a trip to Death Valley.  I should mention, that as went through Tonopah, we saw a very unusual airplane, which was the F-117 stealth aircraft, still not publicly announced but familiar to the people of Tonopah.ty
We visited Scotty's Castle at Death Valley, The lowest point in the United States and the old Borax Mines where they had the 40-mule teams.

Jonathan and Andrea

Boyd, Michaela and Jonathan

Terry and July with Michaela, Andrea and Joel

Rolf

The reason for the trip was the sealing at the temple.  The ceremony was at the L.A. Temple.  We were hosted by Julie's parents the first few days.
After the ceremonies, we headed south and spent the week with terry and Julie.  It was a good base for activities.  Sheri and I spent a day at Sea World.

Riding dolphins

Shamu

I like penguins

We went to Disneyland  We  went to Knottsberry Farm which was really fun but I have no pictures.

The beach was close to Pendleton, and the camp had a private beach.

Lion Country was also very fun for a drive through.

We went to San Diego Zoo with Julie and the her kids.  It was too large to see it all so we did the bus ride in the end. 

We als spent a day at Six Flags.  However this was a disappointment as it was a school day of some type with very long rides. so mostly standing in line and not much playing.
On the way home we toured Sequoia National Park.

General Sherman, Oldest Living Thing