Poetry of my Brother-in-law and Sister

I think this poem was more written by my brother-in-law, Clyde Buff; although it is given as from both he and my sister, Sara.  It was written for the funeral of their grandson Forrest.

Touched by an Angel

Few of us ever have the blessing

Of being touched by an angel on earth,

But Forrest was one of God's special sons

Sent to touch all our lives here on earth.

From him we learned just what real strength was

Real strength as he fought through each trial

He never gave in, never let the pain win

He touched our lives with his angelic smile.

We all felt the touch of his patience

The touch of his "I love you" gaze

And his love will last though his time her is past

He touched us all in so many ways

How does it feel to be touched by and angel?

Ask those who knew Forrest well

They all know for sure, Forrest's love will endure

In their hearts where the sweetest memories dwell.

Yes we all have been touched by an angel

We than God for Forrest's brief stay here below

May his touch linger on though his mortal journey is done

He is the truest little angel we know

With all our love

Grandma and Grandpa Buff

obituary

More Christmas Pictures: Hyrum

 These two are the same year, I think 1965 or 66.  This is before we moved to Illinois.  Dianna is not yet born. 

First year back from Illinois, Clyde and Sara's first Christmas

, 1969

 My junior High years, 9th grade, 1971.  Santa would be Tom Smith and Clyde Buff Jr. on my lap is just over a year old.  This is the family room of our house in Hyrum.  We remodeled and put in paneling and wall paper and red carpet.

We weren't big on decorating outside.  We would decorate the tree with blue lights, and then open the curtain partway so the tree could be seen from the outside.  We never put up outside lights however.

Hyrum: East Park

This is the photo I took when the lights went up at East Park, Hyrum.  We were so anxious to play on the new field, that first year we marked out a firld in the outfield and played on the grass.  This gave us a fence as the fence was too far for Little League anyway.
This is the article from the Hyrum Crusader November 1976:

There is a bigger story here.  The city had planted grass, which at first seemed to come up weeds, but after after a couple mowings, the weeds gave way and there was a very nice grass field.  In the spring of 1977, while I was on my mission, it fell upon my brother Weldon and brother-in-law Clyde Buff, to take the grassy fields and turn them into ball diamonds.  This they did with a sod cutter.  They had to align the two fields, softball with a dirt infield and full-size baseball diamond with a grass infield.  I am sure it would have been a considerable amount of work and grief to get things just right.  By the time I made it home off my mission, the fields had been in use for a couple of years, and Hyrum had grown up to provide recreational softball teams, and sponsor an adult baseball team--the Hyrum Hornets.