Grandpa and I are coming up on 50 years. Five children have grown to adulthood and sixteen grandchildren have been born. The children range in age from 38 to 48 and the grandchildren 18 months to 24 years.
In that enormous chunk of time, there have been weddings, missions and educations. There have been broken bones and stitches. There have been lean times and times of plenty.
All has been held together and fed by our deep love of The Gospel of Jesus Christ which we value as members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Our ancestors have come from many places and endured much hardship. We continue to look for them and their stories.
We have lived in Colorado, Illinois, Oklahoma and call Utah home.
Within our family, many have served missions in Texas, Venezuela and Spain and give many types of service in the communities where they live.
Our children have educated themselves, mostly at their own expense and have secured good jobs to care for our grandchildren. Grandpa and I feel that we are constantly receiving blessings from the ever-open windows of heaven.
My love for my dear grandma Clara inspires me everyday. She could not do half of the things I am able to do because she had so little. What she did, has stayed with me. I think of her all of the time.
As the grandchildren get older, their time with me is reduced. I try to make the most of whatever I am given.
I had no idea how much fun this would be. No idea at all.