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Monday, April 12, 2010
Christmas Of 2000
Well the days are movin' faster and my steps are gettin' slower
So I can't find time to make a Christmas rhyme
And my list is growin' bigger, much too fast for me to figure
So I need a lot more money, much more time
Better get to all my shoppin', it's really gonna keep me hoppin'
I've been thinkin', I've been plannin' and I fret
'Cause I must thoroughly check my list to make sure no one gets missed
Not a single one of them can I forget!
I have twenty-nine "Grands," eleven married plus their mates
Three new babies on their way will give me twenty-eight "Greats!"
And who knows what next year will bring, maybe wedding bells will ring
There'll be more babies yet to come and I'll cherish every one!
Oh what joys are mine to know, Christmastime sets me aglow
So small my gifts - the time I've spent - these gifts to me are Heaven sent!
Love,
Mother
Alias: Grandma
Great Grandma
Mom
Orvetta
Grandma Nickle
Grandma Groom
So I can't find time to make a Christmas rhyme
And my list is growin' bigger, much too fast for me to figure
So I need a lot more money, much more time
Better get to all my shoppin', it's really gonna keep me hoppin'
I've been thinkin', I've been plannin' and I fret
'Cause I must thoroughly check my list to make sure no one gets missed
Not a single one of them can I forget!
I have twenty-nine "Grands," eleven married plus their mates
Three new babies on their way will give me twenty-eight "Greats!"
And who knows what next year will bring, maybe wedding bells will ring
There'll be more babies yet to come and I'll cherish every one!
Oh what joys are mine to know, Christmastime sets me aglow
So small my gifts - the time I've spent - these gifts to me are Heaven sent!
Love,
Mother
Alias: Grandma
Great Grandma
Mom
Orvetta
Grandma Nickle
Grandma Groom
Sweets
'Tis the season
For the sweets
Seems that's always
What we eat
So I brought Jello to delight
Hope that suits your appetite
Merry Christmas
For the sweets
Seems that's always
What we eat
So I brought Jello to delight
Hope that suits your appetite
Merry Christmas
No Ordinary Christmas Days
Hello! I hope your spirit has caught the spell of magic Christmas once again as mine has. I just put jolly old Santa Claus out on the front steps again. The tree is waiting for me to start the trimming and the stereo is playing "I'll Be Home for Christmas" and a thousand thoughts are flooding into my head. I hope I can release them out to you and you can feel the joys of Christmas memory lane as I am. Oh some of these are tugging at my heart, even hurting, for not all Christmases are filled with joy -- and yet a melancholy sweetness clings there. A chuckle breaks through about other little whimsical remembrances.
As I go through these Christmas feelings, remember many will have to remain untouched, unmentioned, but not forgotten. Each Christmas year holds its own uniqueness -- there are no ordinary Christmas days.
Should I go back to my earliest remembrance as a little girl with Mommy and Papa? Yes, Come with me. Let's walk through winter wonderland together.
I think I will take my first step into Christmas land in 1926. My little sister and I were held up by the harnessed garters, in our calico dresses with matching bloomers with the long tan cotton stockings always sagging in our long underweared attire - like everybody else's legs - three buttons on the back (long pants on a girls legs were never dreamed of even being created). Sitting close to the old black kitchen stove, with the big Sears and Roebuck catalogue in my lap - this was 1926 - we would dry out our frozen feet and thumb through the catalogue. In our house, Mama would let each of us seven children mark three X's of what we would like for Christmas. This took days and days of deep concentration and consideration. The baby doll with the cloth body and painted face and hair for $1.98 or the littler rubber doll that would squeak when I'd squeeze it. Santa had so many little girls and boys in the world that we would never be selfish and ask for more.
It was the Christmas of 1928 I remember most exciting. My little sister Eva Dean and I got little plush, tan coats, matching hats, and muffs to put our hands through. We just couldn't wait for the sun to give us more light to the Christmas morning so we could walk down the sidewalk - cover the squared blocks for all neighbors to see! Do you know, that walk is just as vivid to me today as if it happened yesterday. There were little soft, slow snowflakes flurrying downs. The sun here and there glistened on the snow. My lightly freckled nose caught the flakes as my head turned toward each window, hoping for an audience. We covered several blocks with no known acknowledgment - but satisfaction was inside us as we wended our way back home, knowing these little coats would be on us for a long time.
The Christmas of 1929 flashes to me a bushel of apples in the cold bedroom. The front room was full of all of us children. Oh these nostalgic thrills of hushed, early memory. Each of us were sitting by our Christmas stocking, admiring our toys. My back was against the bedroom door where the winter apples were stored (only the front room and kitchen were heated by the heaterola and black kitchen stove). My brother Elwin, age 11, asked if I would get him an apple from the bedroom. I did. As I stepped back into the front room I threw it with my left hand across the room to him and hit him in the nose. It gushed out blood. I idolized my 4-years-older brother, and he was so kind and forgiving toward me - and the blood stopped. But my hurt remained much longer than his. Most of Christmas morning of 1929 was ruined because of this.
Well, let's move on to something jolly and fun. Santa Claus - Santa is so full of sparkle, happiness and goodness. He is so magical - he can do anything. I would never think that he would make a mistake . . . ever. But he did!!! I will tell you of three right now.
All the little bright-eyed children were whispering in his ear what they would like him to bring them. Our little Kathleen had a new, bright idea as she whispered she needed a little bed for her dollies. He said, "Yes," he would bring it to her. She was jubilant all the way home. Mother was aghast all the way home. Daddy was driving the car all the way home. Santa had made a mistake. He forgot he did not have a little dolly bed. He forgot the little town of Delta did not had a dolly bed. He forgot he was sitting on our church stage the night of December 23rd. He did not know how this bewildered mother could confront this Daddy with threatening determination to have that bed. Daddy started thinking. We could not find an answer to this problem. Early morning December 24th, he went to Woody Woodmaker. Woody Woodmaker said he too busy. Daddy promised him the moon for little bed. He said, "Yah? I build de little bed. I make de bed. You finish with the paint brush." Christmas morning, little bright-eyed Kathleen was very, very happy. Big blood-shot eyed daddy was very, very sleepy but very, very happy. And they all lived happy ever, ever after.
Then there was the time little Mary-Lou climbed on Santa's lap and his beard was so furry, white, and soft. Santa hugged little Mary Lou tighter than all the other little ones and she came home and said that Santa had two little white kitties, one on each side of his face. And he even had a ring on his finger just like daddy's!
Then there was the time Santa's helper came bouncing into our house with his jingling bells and rosy cheeks. It was Christmas Eve and our little ones stood in wide-eyed wonderment. As Santa proceeded to leave he threw his merry hand into the air, grabbed the doorknob, and with a cheery "Merry Christmas to all!" he leaped into our cloak closet. He recovered fast, as if someone pressed the rewind button on the filmstrip. His face, red like a cherry, he repeated, "Merry Christmas to all!" and at that he leaped out into the midnight air - hurdling all three front steps in one giant stride. He was gone and disappeared quick as a flash - our little ones stood in wide-eyed wonderment.
Then there was the time Santa was to come in as a surprise down the ward cultural hall, his bag loaded with bagged goodies and jingle bells. He was in the foyer, back in the shadows. The attendant told him to listen through the next two songs, and just as the third song got going to come down the aisle and surprise everyone. He followed the directions exactly, making merriment in an over-exaggerated manner. It was the choir conductor whose heart stopped. He was leading his choir members in the sacred and well-loved "Oh Holy Night."
And now I am remembering the last Christmas party in our cultural hall. The announcer said, "After the closing prayer we would like all little children to come to the stage for their sack of candy from Santa." My eyes were shut, I thought little Alison was seated on the aisle chair next to me. My friend to the right witnessed it all. He poked me at the ending. I thought how rude. Yet I couldn't have missed this for anything. Little three year old Alison was walking softly, quietly toward the stage during the prayer with both arms folded and head bowed, eyes closed, most of the time. She arrived at the stage as the amen was said.
1941 found me having my first Christmas as a wife. It also found me putting on my first maternity smock. I felt a little shy going to my in-laws - maternity smock or not - I felt a little shy. Remember, this is 1941. My husband's father, a very prominent man in the community, scared me a little and I wanted to please him to the tee. I was determined to show the best manners and etiquette. We were opening gifts. I was being very gracious for what I was receiving. I opened a gift. It was coming out upside down. A navy blue diaper bag. I saw the bottom of it first. I thank them cordially and then as I tipped it up I could see it was an old, frayed, dilapidated D.I. diaper bag. What could I say? I had already told them it was perfect. Just what we needed. I perceive you are wondering about this. Oh yes, I would know just how to handle this situation today. But in 1941, even thought I'd been married long enough to don the maternity wear, I hadn't been married long enough to get used to my Father-In-Law. I felt I was always being scrutinizingly surveyed by his watchful eye. I wanted to please to the tee - show him I was the perfect wife for his son. Remember, this was 1941, and women couldn't even spell "liberated."
Written in 1986
As I go through these Christmas feelings, remember many will have to remain untouched, unmentioned, but not forgotten. Each Christmas year holds its own uniqueness -- there are no ordinary Christmas days.
Should I go back to my earliest remembrance as a little girl with Mommy and Papa? Yes, Come with me. Let's walk through winter wonderland together.
I think I will take my first step into Christmas land in 1926. My little sister and I were held up by the harnessed garters, in our calico dresses with matching bloomers with the long tan cotton stockings always sagging in our long underweared attire - like everybody else's legs - three buttons on the back (long pants on a girls legs were never dreamed of even being created). Sitting close to the old black kitchen stove, with the big Sears and Roebuck catalogue in my lap - this was 1926 - we would dry out our frozen feet and thumb through the catalogue. In our house, Mama would let each of us seven children mark three X's of what we would like for Christmas. This took days and days of deep concentration and consideration. The baby doll with the cloth body and painted face and hair for $1.98 or the littler rubber doll that would squeak when I'd squeeze it. Santa had so many little girls and boys in the world that we would never be selfish and ask for more.
It was the Christmas of 1928 I remember most exciting. My little sister Eva Dean and I got little plush, tan coats, matching hats, and muffs to put our hands through. We just couldn't wait for the sun to give us more light to the Christmas morning so we could walk down the sidewalk - cover the squared blocks for all neighbors to see! Do you know, that walk is just as vivid to me today as if it happened yesterday. There were little soft, slow snowflakes flurrying downs. The sun here and there glistened on the snow. My lightly freckled nose caught the flakes as my head turned toward each window, hoping for an audience. We covered several blocks with no known acknowledgment - but satisfaction was inside us as we wended our way back home, knowing these little coats would be on us for a long time.
The Christmas of 1929 flashes to me a bushel of apples in the cold bedroom. The front room was full of all of us children. Oh these nostalgic thrills of hushed, early memory. Each of us were sitting by our Christmas stocking, admiring our toys. My back was against the bedroom door where the winter apples were stored (only the front room and kitchen were heated by the heaterola and black kitchen stove). My brother Elwin, age 11, asked if I would get him an apple from the bedroom. I did. As I stepped back into the front room I threw it with my left hand across the room to him and hit him in the nose. It gushed out blood. I idolized my 4-years-older brother, and he was so kind and forgiving toward me - and the blood stopped. But my hurt remained much longer than his. Most of Christmas morning of 1929 was ruined because of this.
Well, let's move on to something jolly and fun. Santa Claus - Santa is so full of sparkle, happiness and goodness. He is so magical - he can do anything. I would never think that he would make a mistake . . . ever. But he did!!! I will tell you of three right now.
All the little bright-eyed children were whispering in his ear what they would like him to bring them. Our little Kathleen had a new, bright idea as she whispered she needed a little bed for her dollies. He said, "Yes," he would bring it to her. She was jubilant all the way home. Mother was aghast all the way home. Daddy was driving the car all the way home. Santa had made a mistake. He forgot he did not have a little dolly bed. He forgot the little town of Delta did not had a dolly bed. He forgot he was sitting on our church stage the night of December 23rd. He did not know how this bewildered mother could confront this Daddy with threatening determination to have that bed. Daddy started thinking. We could not find an answer to this problem. Early morning December 24th, he went to Woody Woodmaker. Woody Woodmaker said he too busy. Daddy promised him the moon for little bed. He said, "Yah? I build de little bed. I make de bed. You finish with the paint brush." Christmas morning, little bright-eyed Kathleen was very, very happy. Big blood-shot eyed daddy was very, very sleepy but very, very happy. And they all lived happy ever, ever after.
Then there was the time little Mary-Lou climbed on Santa's lap and his beard was so furry, white, and soft. Santa hugged little Mary Lou tighter than all the other little ones and she came home and said that Santa had two little white kitties, one on each side of his face. And he even had a ring on his finger just like daddy's!
Then there was the time Santa's helper came bouncing into our house with his jingling bells and rosy cheeks. It was Christmas Eve and our little ones stood in wide-eyed wonderment. As Santa proceeded to leave he threw his merry hand into the air, grabbed the doorknob, and with a cheery "Merry Christmas to all!" he leaped into our cloak closet. He recovered fast, as if someone pressed the rewind button on the filmstrip. His face, red like a cherry, he repeated, "Merry Christmas to all!" and at that he leaped out into the midnight air - hurdling all three front steps in one giant stride. He was gone and disappeared quick as a flash - our little ones stood in wide-eyed wonderment.
Then there was the time Santa was to come in as a surprise down the ward cultural hall, his bag loaded with bagged goodies and jingle bells. He was in the foyer, back in the shadows. The attendant told him to listen through the next two songs, and just as the third song got going to come down the aisle and surprise everyone. He followed the directions exactly, making merriment in an over-exaggerated manner. It was the choir conductor whose heart stopped. He was leading his choir members in the sacred and well-loved "Oh Holy Night."
And now I am remembering the last Christmas party in our cultural hall. The announcer said, "After the closing prayer we would like all little children to come to the stage for their sack of candy from Santa." My eyes were shut, I thought little Alison was seated on the aisle chair next to me. My friend to the right witnessed it all. He poked me at the ending. I thought how rude. Yet I couldn't have missed this for anything. Little three year old Alison was walking softly, quietly toward the stage during the prayer with both arms folded and head bowed, eyes closed, most of the time. She arrived at the stage as the amen was said.
1941 found me having my first Christmas as a wife. It also found me putting on my first maternity smock. I felt a little shy going to my in-laws - maternity smock or not - I felt a little shy. Remember, this is 1941. My husband's father, a very prominent man in the community, scared me a little and I wanted to please him to the tee. I was determined to show the best manners and etiquette. We were opening gifts. I was being very gracious for what I was receiving. I opened a gift. It was coming out upside down. A navy blue diaper bag. I saw the bottom of it first. I thank them cordially and then as I tipped it up I could see it was an old, frayed, dilapidated D.I. diaper bag. What could I say? I had already told them it was perfect. Just what we needed. I perceive you are wondering about this. Oh yes, I would know just how to handle this situation today. But in 1941, even thought I'd been married long enough to don the maternity wear, I hadn't been married long enough to get used to my Father-In-Law. I felt I was always being scrutinizingly surveyed by his watchful eye. I wanted to please to the tee - show him I was the perfect wife for his son. Remember, this was 1941, and women couldn't even spell "liberated."
Written in 1986
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Greetings: 1986
What? Has another year left us so quickly? It seems like I just picked the first red tomato. And it seems I just recently took the Halloween witch from the front entrance. Now I find the door cold and bare, pressing me to adorn it with the Christmas wreath!
And what do I have to show for these almost three hundred sixty-five days.......
January through April I became a Snow-Bird in St. George, Utah. The very biggest part of every temple day found me there, away from the world. The big bedroom, my private abode in a rented condo, held my sewing machine. So you might say I spent my first four months sewing and sowing! (Mostly sowing, I figure I can reap a better harvest that way).
Early daffodils and blue skies invited me back home. And then again, I went into sowing countless seeds, too many. Why is a person's back so strong and enthusiasm so peaked by the spring time? Our long, golden, Indian summer yielded forth the many blessings of my labors and they were spread too many.
1986 also brought forth an increase on my family tree -- three little grandsons! Matthew Aaron Edwards arrived too early and was only permitted to remain with us thirty hours - just long enough to touch his footprints here in earth-life, leave a permanent imprint on our hearts, then take his flight heavenward. His older brother, Greg, took flight earlier to the Sweden Stockholm mission. And oldest brother is now stepping into matrimony, December 19, 1986!
College, careers, new adventures have become so demanding, enticing, to my first crop of grandchildren that I'm left waiting here with a cookie jar that has lost it's popularity. Thank heaven the little new set is clamoring to it that I may keep the sweet spicy smell alive in my kitchen.
Yes, my posterity is moving on, covering their spacious miles, discovering their own trails. Time, experience and distance pulls us apart but how beautiful that deep rooted love, thoughts, hold us warmly together! This year has given us our good times and our bad times - hospitalizations, surgery, births, a death and a marriage!
I, myself, missed them all. I have no vital statistics to report. I almost got close to one. Wow! Dating has been a highlight year. How refreshing to have my systematic, perfected routine disrupted! Right now, however, my glass ball tells me I'll have no one to touch goblets with, nor affectionately whisper "cheers" to, to complete my year. And 1987 is chuckling and saying she will not release her hidden secrets to me! I would really like a peek.
But now, as I drop into my serious mood, I am searching out what really lies deeply within. I find my heart filled with devoted gratitude. What lies behind and what lies ahead is cherished - no matter what - and shall ever be. Because I have my Savior's constant, encircling love I know my cup shall continue to runneth o'er. I offer my praise and dedication to him.
May you too, as you reflect upon your innumerable blessings, find your cup to be overflowing!
With love
And what do I have to show for these almost three hundred sixty-five days.......
January through April I became a Snow-Bird in St. George, Utah. The very biggest part of every temple day found me there, away from the world. The big bedroom, my private abode in a rented condo, held my sewing machine. So you might say I spent my first four months sewing and sowing! (Mostly sowing, I figure I can reap a better harvest that way).
Early daffodils and blue skies invited me back home. And then again, I went into sowing countless seeds, too many. Why is a person's back so strong and enthusiasm so peaked by the spring time? Our long, golden, Indian summer yielded forth the many blessings of my labors and they were spread too many.
1986 also brought forth an increase on my family tree -- three little grandsons! Matthew Aaron Edwards arrived too early and was only permitted to remain with us thirty hours - just long enough to touch his footprints here in earth-life, leave a permanent imprint on our hearts, then take his flight heavenward. His older brother, Greg, took flight earlier to the Sweden Stockholm mission. And oldest brother is now stepping into matrimony, December 19, 1986!
College, careers, new adventures have become so demanding, enticing, to my first crop of grandchildren that I'm left waiting here with a cookie jar that has lost it's popularity. Thank heaven the little new set is clamoring to it that I may keep the sweet spicy smell alive in my kitchen.
Yes, my posterity is moving on, covering their spacious miles, discovering their own trails. Time, experience and distance pulls us apart but how beautiful that deep rooted love, thoughts, hold us warmly together! This year has given us our good times and our bad times - hospitalizations, surgery, births, a death and a marriage!
I, myself, missed them all. I have no vital statistics to report. I almost got close to one. Wow! Dating has been a highlight year. How refreshing to have my systematic, perfected routine disrupted! Right now, however, my glass ball tells me I'll have no one to touch goblets with, nor affectionately whisper "cheers" to, to complete my year. And 1987 is chuckling and saying she will not release her hidden secrets to me! I would really like a peek.
But now, as I drop into my serious mood, I am searching out what really lies deeply within. I find my heart filled with devoted gratitude. What lies behind and what lies ahead is cherished - no matter what - and shall ever be. Because I have my Savior's constant, encircling love I know my cup shall continue to runneth o'er. I offer my praise and dedication to him.
May you too, as you reflect upon your innumerable blessings, find your cup to be overflowing!
With love
Oh Let Me Spend Christmas With You!
Christmas is dreaming of days that used to be
It is recalling some cherished memory
Take my hand we'll journey through
And find those days we knew.
Your picture still sets on the mantle
The flicker of shadow and flame
Puts light on your face and I can't erase
Those memories of you once again.
Your chair too, is silently waiting
And longing for days we once knew
Just tell me someday, you'll come back to stay
Oh let me spend Christmas with you!
Composed for the Blue Notes 1987 Christmas Concert
It is recalling some cherished memory
Take my hand we'll journey through
And find those days we knew.
Your picture still sets on the mantle
The flicker of shadow and flame
Puts light on your face and I can't erase
Those memories of you once again.
Your chair too, is silently waiting
And longing for days we once knew
Just tell me someday, you'll come back to stay
Oh let me spend Christmas with you!
Composed for the Blue Notes 1987 Christmas Concert
It's Christmas!
There's a hustle and a bustle and excitement everywhere
Happy children, ringing bells resounding in the air.
And tucked inside so many hearts are lots of merry secrets
Hurry Christmas, hurry fast, it is so hard to keep it!
The spicy, steaming kitchen smells give warmth to every home
The fire glowing at the hearth leaps out in happy tone.
Papa's checkbook's looking flat, he keeps wondering where he's at
'Cause Mama changes the amount too fast for him to keep the count!
And yet in spite of everything he loves his little Mrs.
'Tis the season filled with love for once again it's Christmas!
Composed for the Blue Notes 1987 Christmas Concert
Happy children, ringing bells resounding in the air.
And tucked inside so many hearts are lots of merry secrets
Hurry Christmas, hurry fast, it is so hard to keep it!
The spicy, steaming kitchen smells give warmth to every home
The fire glowing at the hearth leaps out in happy tone.
Papa's checkbook's looking flat, he keeps wondering where he's at
'Cause Mama changes the amount too fast for him to keep the count!
And yet in spite of everything he loves his little Mrs.
'Tis the season filled with love for once again it's Christmas!
Composed for the Blue Notes 1987 Christmas Concert
Christmas 1988
Dear Family and Friends,
How happy I am to see December snows softly cover their whiteness about me. Why? Because their silence whispers that it's that time of year again when bells chime through frosty air, carolers sing of our Savior's birth, and the fireplace beckons me to bask in it's warmth and dreamily draw you close in my thoughts. It is the love season! And now that cozy, comfortable feeling envelops me as my love expands and I realize again that you, my precious family, and you, my cherished friends, and you, my new husband are the reason my life glows with color and glories in each measured moment.
This past year has brought BIG CHANGES in my life! It began December 29, 1987 when I changed my name to Orvetta Groom. I turned suddenly into a St. George snowbird, nesting 60% of my 1988 days in a comfy mobile home. I kissed the big heavy everyday living goodbye for a spell. The sewing machine, the big blue canner, garden spot, most of my grandchildren and my two story home remained in Delta. The key to my home lays quietly in my purse, but becomes somewhat anxious to unlock my memories there. And it gets it's way 40% of my happy year.
Sam, my new spouse, is a fine spiritual man. He is a five year convert to my beautiful LDS religion. I love his dedication. I love him. We love our calling in the temple. He gives so much to our new marriage. His top priority is to make me happy. I ask. He says, "Yes." Last July he took me to Historical Nauvoo and we wandered nostalgically through his early habitat of Kansas City, MO, on to St. Louis and other parts which awakened again for him so many past remembrances. He searched out different cemeteries for five special graves there and placed lovingly there, soft roses, fragrant flowers. That's my Sam! He has added to my family of seven children and twenty-five grandchildren, his daughter, four step children and five step-grandchildren. We are anxious to see the latest, "Clark" Alves in St. Johns, Arizona (born October 5, 1988).
Now another BIG CHANGE, I turned into a GREAT grandmother on November 23, 1988. Little "Jessica" also turned my daughter, Kathleen, and husband, Allan, into Grandpa and Grandma Edwards. Brian survived. Jill fits into her new motherly role wonderfully well. Steve and Melanie brought my total to twenty-five when Stephen Alexander arrived on their fifth wedding anniversary, June 24, 1988 (their third).
Every, every grandchild is extraordinarily precious to me. How I do love all of my children. And Sam's new family is very precious to me. They are so easy to love. What blessings!
Now in my pausing - in my reliving again this past year, I must reverently close my eyes and offer praise and appreciation to the Giver of this all! And my prayer is that you too, will have cause for rejoicing and peacefulness in your heart as is in mine!
Love,
Orvetta - Mom, Grandma, and Great Grandmother
Sam sends his love
December 13, 1988
How happy I am to see December snows softly cover their whiteness about me. Why? Because their silence whispers that it's that time of year again when bells chime through frosty air, carolers sing of our Savior's birth, and the fireplace beckons me to bask in it's warmth and dreamily draw you close in my thoughts. It is the love season! And now that cozy, comfortable feeling envelops me as my love expands and I realize again that you, my precious family, and you, my cherished friends, and you, my new husband are the reason my life glows with color and glories in each measured moment.
This past year has brought BIG CHANGES in my life! It began December 29, 1987 when I changed my name to Orvetta Groom. I turned suddenly into a St. George snowbird, nesting 60% of my 1988 days in a comfy mobile home. I kissed the big heavy everyday living goodbye for a spell. The sewing machine, the big blue canner, garden spot, most of my grandchildren and my two story home remained in Delta. The key to my home lays quietly in my purse, but becomes somewhat anxious to unlock my memories there. And it gets it's way 40% of my happy year.
Sam, my new spouse, is a fine spiritual man. He is a five year convert to my beautiful LDS religion. I love his dedication. I love him. We love our calling in the temple. He gives so much to our new marriage. His top priority is to make me happy. I ask. He says, "Yes." Last July he took me to Historical Nauvoo and we wandered nostalgically through his early habitat of Kansas City, MO, on to St. Louis and other parts which awakened again for him so many past remembrances. He searched out different cemeteries for five special graves there and placed lovingly there, soft roses, fragrant flowers. That's my Sam! He has added to my family of seven children and twenty-five grandchildren, his daughter, four step children and five step-grandchildren. We are anxious to see the latest, "Clark" Alves in St. Johns, Arizona (born October 5, 1988).
Now another BIG CHANGE, I turned into a GREAT grandmother on November 23, 1988. Little "Jessica" also turned my daughter, Kathleen, and husband, Allan, into Grandpa and Grandma Edwards. Brian survived. Jill fits into her new motherly role wonderfully well. Steve and Melanie brought my total to twenty-five when Stephen Alexander arrived on their fifth wedding anniversary, June 24, 1988 (their third).
Every, every grandchild is extraordinarily precious to me. How I do love all of my children. And Sam's new family is very precious to me. They are so easy to love. What blessings!
Now in my pausing - in my reliving again this past year, I must reverently close my eyes and offer praise and appreciation to the Giver of this all! And my prayer is that you too, will have cause for rejoicing and peacefulness in your heart as is in mine!
Love,
Orvetta - Mom, Grandma, and Great Grandmother
Sam sends his love
December 13, 1988
Christmas Time Of '99
Dear Friend,
This is the year I cannot come up with fancy rhyme or cheery Christmas greeting.
It is my turn to just talk and unload those inner feelings here in my heart.
My 42 year old daughter, Joan, in a few split seconds watched her world shatter and fall apart. Her devoted, caring husband, father of four, lost his life at an intersection south of my family room window. It was a beautiful, April 16th, spring day.
So it is our turn, as a family to acknowledge God's way, His plan. And 'though our vision is dim, God sees all and cares. And as we look up to him and trust, our eyes do open a little wider and we see and more fully appreciate the blessings of eternal life!
And now as we look forward toward the horizon of a new year we are learning that life is good and appreciated and that we again are counting our NUMEROUS blessings and realizing that we must savor every precious moment given unto us.
May you too, partake of all that God is offering each of us. May we all together look forward to this glorious new year with grateful hearts!
Love,
Orvetta
This is the year I cannot come up with fancy rhyme or cheery Christmas greeting.
It is my turn to just talk and unload those inner feelings here in my heart.
My 42 year old daughter, Joan, in a few split seconds watched her world shatter and fall apart. Her devoted, caring husband, father of four, lost his life at an intersection south of my family room window. It was a beautiful, April 16th, spring day.
So it is our turn, as a family to acknowledge God's way, His plan. And 'though our vision is dim, God sees all and cares. And as we look up to him and trust, our eyes do open a little wider and we see and more fully appreciate the blessings of eternal life!
And now as we look forward toward the horizon of a new year we are learning that life is good and appreciated and that we again are counting our NUMEROUS blessings and realizing that we must savor every precious moment given unto us.
May you too, partake of all that God is offering each of us. May we all together look forward to this glorious new year with grateful hearts!
Love,
Orvetta
Merry Christmas 2 U!!
2night I must write my message
I've put if off 2 long
But Christmas always comes 2 fast
I catch my breath and it's gone!
This year has been just 2 marvelous for words!
I've seen 2 grandsons depart for missions!
Elders Nathan Nickle and David Edwards
They'll be gone for 2 years!!
2-2 different countries
Australia and Canada
I've seen 2 granddaughters get married
Elizabeth Ann Edwards and Kimberly Brush
In 2 different temples
Mt. Timpanogos and St. George
I've seen 2 great grandchildren born
They are 2 adorable little girls
Christina Kathleen Edwards and Rachel Ann Edwards
My posterity has now climbed 2 high for me 2 count in my head.
My house says, "You've loaded me 2 heavy with gifts 2 disperse."
My husband says, "We'll send checks 2 them after this.
You're getting 2 mixed up 2 know who 2 give these 2!!"
My legs say, "You'll be 2 tired 2 enjoy Christmas."
My heart says, "But I love them all 2 much 2 quit."
And Sam and I love the change 2 occasionally tend 2 year old Kaydn.
All of my 29 grandchildren mean all the world 2 me! Along with my 15 greats! And everybody!!!!!!
There are many more marvelous happenings and blessings 2 numerous 2 mention!
And Sam and I are 2 grateful for words that the 2 of us are still 2gether!
Love from the 2 of us,
Mother and Sam
Delta, Utah
2 close 2 Christmas, 1997
I've put if off 2 long
But Christmas always comes 2 fast
I catch my breath and it's gone!
This year has been just 2 marvelous for words!
I've seen 2 grandsons depart for missions!
Elders Nathan Nickle and David Edwards
They'll be gone for 2 years!!
2-2 different countries
Australia and Canada
I've seen 2 granddaughters get married
Elizabeth Ann Edwards and Kimberly Brush
In 2 different temples
Mt. Timpanogos and St. George
I've seen 2 great grandchildren born
They are 2 adorable little girls
Christina Kathleen Edwards and Rachel Ann Edwards
My posterity has now climbed 2 high for me 2 count in my head.
My house says, "You've loaded me 2 heavy with gifts 2 disperse."
My husband says, "We'll send checks 2 them after this.
You're getting 2 mixed up 2 know who 2 give these 2!!"
My legs say, "You'll be 2 tired 2 enjoy Christmas."
My heart says, "But I love them all 2 much 2 quit."
And Sam and I love the change 2 occasionally tend 2 year old Kaydn.
All of my 29 grandchildren mean all the world 2 me! Along with my 15 greats! And everybody!!!!!!
There are many more marvelous happenings and blessings 2 numerous 2 mention!
And Sam and I are 2 grateful for words that the 2 of us are still 2gether!
Love from the 2 of us,
Mother and Sam
Delta, Utah
2 close 2 Christmas, 1997
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Sugar Plums
Sugar plums and candy canes, Barbie dolls and toy trains,
Bouncing balls and roller skates, and everyone can hardly wait
For Christmas - yes I said Christmas is -
Children with their eyes aglow, peeking out at falling snow
Listening for prancing paws, jingle bells and Santa Claus
For Christmas - yes I said Christmas is -
Kitchen smells of spicy dishes, children with their list of wishes
What a happy season this is, everywhere you look it's Christmas!!
Little secrets in the keeping, little tots who should be sleeping
Draw the shutters - switch the light, for Christmas is this very night!
For December 2000 Blue Notes Program
Bouncing balls and roller skates, and everyone can hardly wait
For Christmas - yes I said Christmas is -
Children with their eyes aglow, peeking out at falling snow
Listening for prancing paws, jingle bells and Santa Claus
For Christmas - yes I said Christmas is -
Kitchen smells of spicy dishes, children with their list of wishes
What a happy season this is, everywhere you look it's Christmas!!
Little secrets in the keeping, little tots who should be sleeping
Draw the shutters - switch the light, for Christmas is this very night!
For December 2000 Blue Notes Program
1996
It's snowing! The tree is up, casting it's glitter and color and once again we feel the warmth and glow of Christmas. And how are you? May your season too be filled with all of those good things that soften the heart and Christmas time -- thoughts that carry us back to that little town of Bethlehem. Music that fills our homes with angelic voices and "Little Drummer Boy" rhythms. Tenderness that finds the inner self -- alms then, so freely given! Yes, it's that time again when we love everybody and everybody loves us! May you too enjoy the magic of Christmas!
Sam and I are doing fine, busy-doing. He works at extracting, genealogy, computers, paying bills, balancing the check books. Keeping the pill bottles filled.
Orvetta has been heavily caught up in "Blue Notes" concerts, Messiah, Relief Society, DUP West Millard County President, and the grandchildren's doings!
Together we share and enjoy our daily scriptures, our excitable evenings of NBA basketball, Jazz!, and all sports.
Together we TRAVEL all over Utah for family and the extended family happenings -- baptisms, naming of the new baby, confirmations, graduations, birthdays and etc. and we feel sure the 1997 Christmas letter will reveal missionary farewells and a wedding or weddings.
OUR WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL TREASURES ARE STATISTICALLY LISTED BELOW
Orvetta has:
1. Sam
2. 7 Children (plus great spouses)
3. 29 Grandchildren (15 months - 32 years)
4. 12 Great Grandchildren
5. 5 Step Children
6. 6 Step Grandchildren
7. 11 Cats, O Mice
Sam has:
1. Orvetta
2. 1 Daughter
3. 11 Step Children
4. 35 Step Grandchildren
5. 12 Step Great Grandchildren
6. Sold his home in Beaver 
Sam and I are doing fine, busy-doing. He works at extracting, genealogy, computers, paying bills, balancing the check books. Keeping the pill bottles filled.
Orvetta has been heavily caught up in "Blue Notes" concerts, Messiah, Relief Society, DUP West Millard County President, and the grandchildren's doings!
Together we share and enjoy our daily scriptures, our excitable evenings of NBA basketball, Jazz!, and all sports.
Together we TRAVEL all over Utah for family and the extended family happenings -- baptisms, naming of the new baby, confirmations, graduations, birthdays and etc. and we feel sure the 1997 Christmas letter will reveal missionary farewells and a wedding or weddings.
OUR WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL TREASURES ARE STATISTICALLY LISTED BELOW
Orvetta has:
1. Sam
2. 7 Children (plus great spouses)
3. 29 Grandchildren (15 months - 32 years)
4. 12 Great Grandchildren
5. 5 Step Children
6. 6 Step Grandchildren
7. 11 Cats, O Mice
Sam has:
1. Orvetta
2. 1 Daughter
3. 11 Step Children
4. 35 Step Grandchildren
5. 12 Step Great Grandchildren
6. Sold his home in Beaver
Christmas Memories
Christmas is a time when our feelings are mellowed, deepened, more tender than ever before.
It is a time when little hidden secrets keep the heart fluttering, when the fire in the fireplace crackles in happy tone, and the lights on the tree twinkle in some magic, angelic way. Its a time when our love overflows and we want to make everybody feel good.
It's a time when those loved ones far away from home feel the distance stretched even farther.
It's a time when the lonely feel the very loneliest. A time when tears flow more freely, and there are those lump-in-the-throat Christmases.
Whatever Christmas is, it ties itself with the family. It's a time when families bond themselves together harmoniously. For the love of the Savior hovers over all.
A panorama of varied Christmas memories flow before me.
I arrived in the mission field shortly before Christmas. So before I left, all of my Christmas packages were wrapped and distributed. But my thoughts were so tender toward Steve. All other children were married and with little families, but Steve at college was left dangling. What could I leave him that would be loving and caring, without his mother in the home. A week after Christmas I received his letter. He said, "Mom, you labeled one present to me by mistake. Who should this soft brown bear go to?"
And then there was this Christmas when I looked upon a beautifully wrapped package to me from my husband. I was expecting our sixth child. And as my husband presented it to me Christmas morning, he sincerely expressed his love and gratitude to me as the mother of his children. I opened the package, my eyes popped open wide. There before me was an elegant, black satin dress slimly designed with a jeweled top. I sat there widely stunned. As soon as I could unfasten my eyes from this creation, I looked up at my husband. His eyes were set much wider than mine. At last he said, "I wonder how some man is feeling presenting his wife with your maternity smock." On December 26, my husband hurried to the store, he was laughing. The other man was there, he was not laughing. He was not speaking.
I remember a time in early Fall that my husband called me to the back porch. It was early, early morning. He was devastated. He stretched his arms out toward our acres and acres of seed. Frozen black. Early, unexpected, unwanted frost took our years harvest. The Christmas coming was a blue Christmas. I used the big drawer full of material. Sewing into the night little ruffled dresses, plaid flannel shirts, but what to do. This was our lump-in-the-throat Christmas. The calender would not stop moving on. It was December 21, my birthday, and I was walking through the snow to the mailbox. And there in the box was a refund check from the Boy Scouts Council. Our son, Jim, had gone to Valley Forge last July and the check said overpayment for the trip! $67.00 made payable to our son, Jim. I hurried to the house. I dropped on my knees and thanked my Heavenly Father for this Christmas blessing. Then I went to my son Jim, to see if I could borrow it. Then I changed my clothes and went shopping!
Then there was the Christmas when we were not only wrapping presents to put under the tree but we were loading a big suitcase that would travel to the MTC en route to Mexico. So this Christmas Eve was a lump-in-the-throat Christmas. I couldn't decide whether I was crying for joy or for sadness. As John and the others had all dropped off to sleep I softly walked to the living room and expressed my thoughts on a piece of paper:
"Christmas Eve"
Son, tonight while you lay sleeping
The quietness of this room
Keeps whispering and telling me
That you'll be leaving soon.
The leather chair holds reverently
The books you'll come to know
And white shirts lay beside them
As they catch the firelight's glow.
It's now their turn to take their place
And leave behind the toy
As you move on to manhood
And leave behind the boy!
Dream on my son in peacefulness
While I dream my dreams too
Of all the hearts you'll light and warm
In this work you're called to do.
Oh holy night - when Mary gave -
Her son with love sublime
In my small and humble way
Tonight - I offer mine!
Merry Christmas to all. Christmas is for families, for the Savior, for others, and for the stranger and all.
May we all bond closely with our families this Christmas. May we feel the love of our Savior, may we let His spirit be the center of our Christmas.
December 13, 1994
It is a time when little hidden secrets keep the heart fluttering, when the fire in the fireplace crackles in happy tone, and the lights on the tree twinkle in some magic, angelic way. Its a time when our love overflows and we want to make everybody feel good.
It's a time when those loved ones far away from home feel the distance stretched even farther.
It's a time when the lonely feel the very loneliest. A time when tears flow more freely, and there are those lump-in-the-throat Christmases.
Whatever Christmas is, it ties itself with the family. It's a time when families bond themselves together harmoniously. For the love of the Savior hovers over all.
A panorama of varied Christmas memories flow before me.
I arrived in the mission field shortly before Christmas. So before I left, all of my Christmas packages were wrapped and distributed. But my thoughts were so tender toward Steve. All other children were married and with little families, but Steve at college was left dangling. What could I leave him that would be loving and caring, without his mother in the home. A week after Christmas I received his letter. He said, "Mom, you labeled one present to me by mistake. Who should this soft brown bear go to?"
And then there was this Christmas when I looked upon a beautifully wrapped package to me from my husband. I was expecting our sixth child. And as my husband presented it to me Christmas morning, he sincerely expressed his love and gratitude to me as the mother of his children. I opened the package, my eyes popped open wide. There before me was an elegant, black satin dress slimly designed with a jeweled top. I sat there widely stunned. As soon as I could unfasten my eyes from this creation, I looked up at my husband. His eyes were set much wider than mine. At last he said, "I wonder how some man is feeling presenting his wife with your maternity smock." On December 26, my husband hurried to the store, he was laughing. The other man was there, he was not laughing. He was not speaking.
I remember a time in early Fall that my husband called me to the back porch. It was early, early morning. He was devastated. He stretched his arms out toward our acres and acres of seed. Frozen black. Early, unexpected, unwanted frost took our years harvest. The Christmas coming was a blue Christmas. I used the big drawer full of material. Sewing into the night little ruffled dresses, plaid flannel shirts, but what to do. This was our lump-in-the-throat Christmas. The calender would not stop moving on. It was December 21, my birthday, and I was walking through the snow to the mailbox. And there in the box was a refund check from the Boy Scouts Council. Our son, Jim, had gone to Valley Forge last July and the check said overpayment for the trip! $67.00 made payable to our son, Jim. I hurried to the house. I dropped on my knees and thanked my Heavenly Father for this Christmas blessing. Then I went to my son Jim, to see if I could borrow it. Then I changed my clothes and went shopping!
Then there was the Christmas when we were not only wrapping presents to put under the tree but we were loading a big suitcase that would travel to the MTC en route to Mexico. So this Christmas Eve was a lump-in-the-throat Christmas. I couldn't decide whether I was crying for joy or for sadness. As John and the others had all dropped off to sleep I softly walked to the living room and expressed my thoughts on a piece of paper:
"Christmas Eve"
Son, tonight while you lay sleeping
The quietness of this room
Keeps whispering and telling me
That you'll be leaving soon.
The leather chair holds reverently
The books you'll come to know
And white shirts lay beside them
As they catch the firelight's glow.
It's now their turn to take their place
And leave behind the toy
As you move on to manhood
And leave behind the boy!
Dream on my son in peacefulness
While I dream my dreams too
Of all the hearts you'll light and warm
In this work you're called to do.
Oh holy night - when Mary gave -
Her son with love sublime
In my small and humble way
Tonight - I offer mine!
Merry Christmas to all. Christmas is for families, for the Savior, for others, and for the stranger and all.
May we all bond closely with our families this Christmas. May we feel the love of our Savior, may we let His spirit be the center of our Christmas.
December 13, 1994
Friday, April 9, 2010
Come Take A Walk With Us
Dear Loved Ones,
Come take a walk with us and we'll carry you through our wonderful year of '92. You won't have to go far. It's all right here, the things that we cherish and hold most dear. No far away places, no new spots on earth, but we've kept close beside us the things of most worth.
Look in on our families. Our count has begun! Orvetta has fifty, next July fifty-one! Brad and Becky Edwards next July will be due and no we are wondering who'll make fifty-two. Two new little boys arrived this past year, a grandson, a great and so precious and dear. Taylor Tait is the name of the great grandson. November 9th Melanie had a 9 lb. 2 oz. son! And Sam has added to this from his side, fourteen more that we look on with pride.
Here's more statistics if you'd like to hear, not one of them smoke. Our air's fresh and clear. Blessings from heaven. Our hearts overflow. For we could not have said this a few years ago. 11 missionaries have served from our family. Elder Darrin Edwards the latest in Germany. Peek in on our Sundays and there you will see rows filled to the brim of our posterity. We gather together for each one's special day. Miles never matter. We get on our way. And when Sam's at the pulpit I can't help but say, "Brother Groom's so well groomed in every way."
But Sam has his problem. He's not getting much sleep and he seldom hears the words that I speak. He eats less each day and I'm nut down on my hugs 'cause Sam's got the disease called the Computer Bug! Orvetta plants gardens, she sings and she'll sew. When the grandkids play ball, away she will go! She fills all the shelves with the fruits and the jam. She'll never give up 'til NO MORE she can cram.
Now I hope you're not thinking we are boasting and proud. No, often our sunshine's been hidden by clouds. But there's no place on earth, no pomp and no glory that would nourish our souls like this simple life story. From sunrise to sunset each day's been well spent. Life has given her pleasures, her peace and content!
May life continue to be
As kind to you and kind to me
As we journey on through '93.
Sam and Orvetta
December 21, 1992
Come take a walk with us and we'll carry you through our wonderful year of '92. You won't have to go far. It's all right here, the things that we cherish and hold most dear. No far away places, no new spots on earth, but we've kept close beside us the things of most worth.
Look in on our families. Our count has begun! Orvetta has fifty, next July fifty-one! Brad and Becky Edwards next July will be due and no we are wondering who'll make fifty-two. Two new little boys arrived this past year, a grandson, a great and so precious and dear. Taylor Tait is the name of the great grandson. November 9th Melanie had a 9 lb. 2 oz. son! And Sam has added to this from his side, fourteen more that we look on with pride.
Here's more statistics if you'd like to hear, not one of them smoke. Our air's fresh and clear. Blessings from heaven. Our hearts overflow. For we could not have said this a few years ago. 11 missionaries have served from our family. Elder Darrin Edwards the latest in Germany. Peek in on our Sundays and there you will see rows filled to the brim of our posterity. We gather together for each one's special day. Miles never matter. We get on our way. And when Sam's at the pulpit I can't help but say, "Brother Groom's so well groomed in every way."
But Sam has his problem. He's not getting much sleep and he seldom hears the words that I speak. He eats less each day and I'm nut down on my hugs 'cause Sam's got the disease called the Computer Bug! Orvetta plants gardens, she sings and she'll sew. When the grandkids play ball, away she will go! She fills all the shelves with the fruits and the jam. She'll never give up 'til NO MORE she can cram.
Now I hope you're not thinking we are boasting and proud. No, often our sunshine's been hidden by clouds. But there's no place on earth, no pomp and no glory that would nourish our souls like this simple life story. From sunrise to sunset each day's been well spent. Life has given her pleasures, her peace and content!
May life continue to be
As kind to you and kind to me
As we journey on through '93.
Sam and Orvetta
December 21, 1992
Dear Loved Ones
Dear Loved Ones,
If I could make a Christmas wish and have it all come true,
Do you know what that wish would be, I'd make for me and you?
I'd wish for gifts that can't be bought, we can't find in a store
That thoughtfulness and caring throughout our homes would pour.
That we'd trade that heavy burden of wondering how to pay
For laughter and for peacefulness upon our Christmas day!
More time to blend in yuletide song, less gifts around the tree
Less worry and less hurry, more time for you and me!
Yes, I've seen a lot of Christmases, all the gifts forgotten -- gone
But the sweet tones and affections will ever linger on!
Love,
Mother
December 3, 1996
If I could make a Christmas wish and have it all come true,
Do you know what that wish would be, I'd make for me and you?
I'd wish for gifts that can't be bought, we can't find in a store
That thoughtfulness and caring throughout our homes would pour.
That we'd trade that heavy burden of wondering how to pay
For laughter and for peacefulness upon our Christmas day!
More time to blend in yuletide song, less gifts around the tree
Less worry and less hurry, more time for you and me!
Yes, I've seen a lot of Christmases, all the gifts forgotten -- gone
But the sweet tones and affections will ever linger on!
Love,
Mother
December 3, 1996
Christmas Of 2004
It's Christmas - and just as the falling snow flakes are too numerous to count, so are my blessings - the cozy warmth of my home and the cozy warmth of my heart whispers peace and goodwill to all! Life is good! I joy in the love of my family. Take a peek at our 2004 year!
1. Quarterly get together with my sons, daughters, and spouses. Just us! Such fun! My children started this when I lost Sam on Sept. 27, 2002.
2. Big Summer "T" party, held annually for all of the posterity of James & Orvetta. It now totals to 93!
3. Another missionary out in the field. Elder Jeff Edwards in Paris, France!
4. October 25th brought us sudden sorrow as we lost Gary, my Nephew, who has lived always just a few miles south of me. He was such a kind and appreciative person. I miss him and think of him often.
5. Thanksgiving dinners - so precious as we meet and count our blessings and eat pies for several days hence.
6. Wedding on December 2nd in the Salt Lake Temple. Heather & Michael Swope! Beautiful occasion.
7. 2004 has brought us four precious little bundles from heaven. Kayli Danielle (Greg & LaDawn) Gavin Zachary (David & Elizabeth) Samantha Rose (Darrin & Teresa) Kyle Wade (Nate & Erika) and now my Great Grandchildren total to 38!
8. Oh there are so many more blessings too numerous to name but carefully tucked in my heart!
And as for me
I start my day with my early swim,
I sing in the "Blue Notes"
I prepare the Ward's hymns,
Right now I'm creating our Ward Choir to sing the story of Christmas and caroling
And one night of each week our ten pieced band may play in the Park, the Care Center, or "Sands"
I'm on the "Sax" with the other nine
We "Jazz" and we "Swing" and we have a good time!
have to say I don't cook like I used to do
And with my graying hair I look older too
But I'd add more hours to each day if I could
For there's so much to do and "Life Is So Good"
1. Quarterly get together with my sons, daughters, and spouses. Just us! Such fun! My children started this when I lost Sam on Sept. 27, 2002.
2. Big Summer "T" party, held annually for all of the posterity of James & Orvetta. It now totals to 93!
3. Another missionary out in the field. Elder Jeff Edwards in Paris, France!
4. October 25th brought us sudden sorrow as we lost Gary, my Nephew, who has lived always just a few miles south of me. He was such a kind and appreciative person. I miss him and think of him often.
5. Thanksgiving dinners - so precious as we meet and count our blessings and eat pies for several days hence.
6. Wedding on December 2nd in the Salt Lake Temple. Heather & Michael Swope! Beautiful occasion.
7. 2004 has brought us four precious little bundles from heaven. Kayli Danielle (Greg & LaDawn) Gavin Zachary (David & Elizabeth) Samantha Rose (Darrin & Teresa) Kyle Wade (Nate & Erika) and now my Great Grandchildren total to 38!
8. Oh there are so many more blessings too numerous to name but carefully tucked in my heart!
And as for me
I start my day with my early swim,
I sing in the "Blue Notes"
I prepare the Ward's hymns,
Right now I'm creating our Ward Choir to sing the story of Christmas and caroling
And one night of each week our ten pieced band may play in the Park, the Care Center, or "Sands"
I'm on the "Sax" with the other nine
We "Jazz" and we "Swing" and we have a good time!
have to say I don't cook like I used to do
And with my graying hair I look older too
But I'd add more hours to each day if I could
For there's so much to do and "Life Is So Good"
Christmas Of 2005
Oh Christmas is coming way too fast
I can hardly believe that summer has passed
But these winter days grow colder & colder
And I am growing older and older.
My posterity is growing bigger and bigger
Almost too fast for me to figure
Let's see - I had better stop and count
And find out right now the exact amount.
Oh dear!! I've counted once!!!!!
Two times or three ---
Mathematics never please me
I think I'm close at ninety three!
Two more greats are on their way
That's forty two as of today!
And I thought there'd be a wedding or two
But no one as yet has said, "I do"
And there is one thing I can say for sure
My life has been loaded with blessings galore!
My Savior, my family, my music, my health
I'm so richly blessed, I've a world of wealth!
May you too know this peace
And may you hold and treasure
The memories of now too numerous to measure
I can hardly believe that summer has passed
But these winter days grow colder & colder
And I am growing older and older.
My posterity is growing bigger and bigger
Almost too fast for me to figure
Let's see - I had better stop and count
And find out right now the exact amount.
Oh dear!! I've counted once!!!!!
Two times or three ---
Mathematics never please me
I think I'm close at ninety three!
Two more greats are on their way
That's forty two as of today!
And I thought there'd be a wedding or two
But no one as yet has said, "I do"
And there is one thing I can say for sure
My life has been loaded with blessings galore!
My Savior, my family, my music, my health
I'm so richly blessed, I've a world of wealth!
May you too know this peace
And may you hold and treasure
The memories of now too numerous to measure
Christmas Vacation
Oh Christmas time is a happy time
For school lets out, no poems to rhyme.
No bus to catch, no themes to write
Don't have report on the satellite.
I just sleep in and turn off the alarm
Give sleepin' pills to the cows in the barn.
And on Christmas day instead of hot lunch
There'll be Christmas turkey, no ticket to punch.
No school bells just sleigh bells, that jingle and ring
Just parties and dances and carols to sing.
Oh I feel so relieved with vacation so near
But tell me why Christmas comes just once a year!
For school lets out, no poems to rhyme.
No bus to catch, no themes to write
Don't have report on the satellite.
I just sleep in and turn off the alarm
Give sleepin' pills to the cows in the barn.
And on Christmas day instead of hot lunch
There'll be Christmas turkey, no ticket to punch.
No school bells just sleigh bells, that jingle and ring
Just parties and dances and carols to sing.
Oh I feel so relieved with vacation so near
But tell me why Christmas comes just once a year!
Grandma's Christmas List 2007 - To My Dear Children
I know that there will always be, when Christmas time draws near
A call from you, to make my list, what would I like this year.
Now I'll try to be real helpful, I'll try to ease your stress.
And give to you my Christmas list, so you won't have to guess.
I don't need clothes, none of those, if you look in my closet, you'd see
They're packed in so tight, but they all fit just right, since 1973.
I like canned soups to have on hand but I like it best if it's Western Family Brand.
'Cause you know me, I'm a saver; and those high priced foods take away good flavor.
I've got vases, candles, crafts & statues there's simply no room for more.
So please, as you Christmas shop this year, just leave them ALL at the store.
If you give me any spicy treats they'll irritate my tummy
Plain potato chips and Cheetos are yummy, yummy, yummy!
Good books are so very nice, that's what I've been a-cravin'.
But when I look, in a book, I can't see what it's sayin'.
Oh yes, I do like lotions, my skin's not like it used to be.
I've wrinkles here & wrinkles there; I don't like what I see.
And though I have a good supply, I could always use another.
'Cause my bottles empty quickly now there's so much more to cover.
And I can't end my Christmas list until I've mentioned sweets.
Hershey's, Milky Ways and Mars are all my special treats!
It feels so good to be this age, and forget about my weight.
But I'd still pay close attention, if I could only find a mate!
I'm glad to give you this advice, now you'll know just what to do.
So Merry Christmas everyone, and Happy New Year too!
A call from you, to make my list, what would I like this year.
Now I'll try to be real helpful, I'll try to ease your stress.
And give to you my Christmas list, so you won't have to guess.
I don't need clothes, none of those, if you look in my closet, you'd see
They're packed in so tight, but they all fit just right, since 1973.
I like canned soups to have on hand but I like it best if it's Western Family Brand.
'Cause you know me, I'm a saver; and those high priced foods take away good flavor.
I've got vases, candles, crafts & statues there's simply no room for more.
So please, as you Christmas shop this year, just leave them ALL at the store.
If you give me any spicy treats they'll irritate my tummy
Plain potato chips and Cheetos are yummy, yummy, yummy!
Good books are so very nice, that's what I've been a-cravin'.
But when I look, in a book, I can't see what it's sayin'.
Oh yes, I do like lotions, my skin's not like it used to be.
I've wrinkles here & wrinkles there; I don't like what I see.
And though I have a good supply, I could always use another.
'Cause my bottles empty quickly now there's so much more to cover.
And I can't end my Christmas list until I've mentioned sweets.
Hershey's, Milky Ways and Mars are all my special treats!
It feels so good to be this age, and forget about my weight.
But I'd still pay close attention, if I could only find a mate!
I'm glad to give you this advice, now you'll know just what to do.
So Merry Christmas everyone, and Happy New Year too!
Christmas 2008
Oh dear, it's getting near, coming much too fast for me
I haven't bought a single gift, no lights upon the tree.
But now I stop and ponder, counting blessings from above
They're as numerous as the shining stars, sent with my Savior's love.
So let's review 2008 as we travel on our way,
Too numerous to mention all, but in our hearts they'll ever stay!
More new marriages this year, I'm happy as can be,
Grandsons, Andy and Cory, then Jessica, "a great" makes three!
Now Ali and Kresdon are planning early spring,
'Twas November 28th he gave that sparkling ring!
And two fine missionaries out!
Grandson Zander, Grandson Ryan, who we appreciate!
And Grandson Ryan's coming home this February 28th!
My posterity keeps on building, two baby girl's came down from heaven
They're Becky's & Elizabeth's - my "Greats" now total forty seven!
I've a precious, caring family, showering me with warmth and love
Such comfort, kind concern I feel as He guides me from above.
My heart holds close a thousand thoughts for each and everyone so dear
May His bounteous blessing be with you throughout this coming year!
I haven't bought a single gift, no lights upon the tree.
But now I stop and ponder, counting blessings from above
They're as numerous as the shining stars, sent with my Savior's love.
So let's review 2008 as we travel on our way,
Too numerous to mention all, but in our hearts they'll ever stay!
More new marriages this year, I'm happy as can be,
Grandsons, Andy and Cory, then Jessica, "a great" makes three!
Now Ali and Kresdon are planning early spring,
'Twas November 28th he gave that sparkling ring!
And two fine missionaries out!
Grandson Zander, Grandson Ryan, who we appreciate!
And Grandson Ryan's coming home this February 28th!
My posterity keeps on building, two baby girl's came down from heaven
They're Becky's & Elizabeth's - my "Greats" now total forty seven!
I've a precious, caring family, showering me with warmth and love
Such comfort, kind concern I feel as He guides me from above.
My heart holds close a thousand thoughts for each and everyone so dear
May His bounteous blessing be with you throughout this coming year!
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