Monday, June 30, 2008

Monday Memory

THE HOMES IN MY LIFE

Home #2 Part I
3537 North 900 West Pleasant View



1952 Uncle Vince McKay, the builder, Richard, me and the house under construction.




Our Family moved into this home in 1953. There was dad, mom, Raymond (16), Carolyn (13)Rosalie (8) and me (3). This house had a large front room, a kitchen and dining room, three Bedrooms and one bath all on the main level. It had a 1/2 basement apartment where my grandmother Rosetta Mayhew lived. She had a walk-in entry which was ground level giving her lots of light. She had a front room, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. There was a door in her bedroom that led to our side of the basement where she did her wash. I think Raymond slept downstairs in our half of the basement until he joined the Air Force. There was a coal room where the coal truck would deliver the coal to heat the house. They would dump it down a bin that led to the coal room. The furnace was also near the coal room. There was a scary dark room under the stairs. We used to have plaster walls in the laundry room where little bits of plaster would poke out. I used to eat this stuff.....I know it's weird but I remember it tasting OK. Grandma Mayhew had a door bell in her apartment that she would ring when she needed us. We also had a doorbell upstairs when she was wanted on the telephone. Our telephone was on the wall in the hall. My old number was 782-9176. We had pink tile in the bathroom and it was decorated with "Fishes" on the wall. We did not have a shower back then, but a nice big tub. The bathroom was directly over the laundry room and if you opened one of the cupboards, it was really a laundry chute. We had bathroom mirrors that allowed you to see the back of your hair. There were shelves on the end of the bathroom vanity where I remember mother kept her fancy "Avon" bottles and dad kept his "Old Spice". Mother and dad had the bedroom across from the bathroom. Rosalie and I shared the bedroom on the west. It had the attic access in it and I always had to sleep with the closet door shut. Carolyn got the light room on the east. I always thought that room was really cheery. We all took turns having that room as Carolyn got married, then Rosalie had it and when Rosalie got married I had it. One of my favorite things about the house was the big picture window in the front room. You could see all of Ogden out of that window. I remember I used to dance in front of that window as I could see my reflection. The floors were hardwood, later replaced by carpet in the living room and kitchen and hall. I don't know what mother was thinking, but later she put indoor/outdoor carpet in red in the hall and bathroom and yellow in the kitchen. It was really ghastly. There were "pocket doors" between the hall and the front room as well as the hall and the kitchen. In the hall there was a closet where daddy kept his work clothes. He worked at Ogden Iron works and would come home with really dirty overalls. Before he came in the house he would always take off his shoes at the bottom of the landing and put on his slippers. I remind Doug now and again how daddy used to do that. He does not take the hint. There was a back porch kind of with about a 2 foot drop. I used to jump off thinking I could fly. In my dreams I did fly off and it was quite real. But in real life, I just jumped and landed on the grass. The house was red brick which matched the brick in the Pleasant View Church which was directly across the street from us. It had a garage which also matched and it was small. Later after Grandma died in 1958 mom and dad rented out the basement.
Some other memories I have of this house not necessarily in order:
.There was a big mirror in the front room that had pink flamingos on it.
.The fireplace had pink tile on it as well.
.Grandma Mayhew always in her rocking chair crocheting pillow cases or doilies.
.Doilies stretched and pined to a piece of furniture to dry.
.The big front room window had a wooden box on the top so you could not see the tops of the curtains and there was a light in it. I used to love to turn all the lights off but that one. I liked the way the room looked.
.Right below the Front room window was grandma's entry. There was a metal awning over it and when mom washed that big window, she would but 2 X 8's on the awning and stand and clean the big picture window from the outside with soapy water , then rinse, then dry with news papers. Her hands would get so black.
.Mother used to put on quilts in that big living room and I would love to color or play underneath it.
.I used to like to play with the quilt clamps and pretend they were telephones.
.It was in this house that I took piano lessons......about 2 of them. I regret never learning how to play as I love music so much.
.I remember mother sewing table cloths and napkins on her black Singer Sewing Machine. She made them out of small checkered material and then would cross stitch a design on the cloth and napkins.
.I loved sweets and mom did not always have something sweet, but she did usually have jello. I would open up the package and stick my fingers in it and lick them. It was a dead give away when my finger was red or green.
.My mother ground up the Sunday roast and added pickles and onions to the meat and daddy would have this on sandwiches for his lunches all week. Mother sent a lunch with daddy to work everyday he went to work.
.I had this favorite cup that had a bird whistle on it. I loved that cup and every night before I went to bed I would have warm milk. This was warmed up "Sego" milk which is what they used for formula back then. [My friend Dianne found a cup like this on the Internet and ordered it for me. I had told her this memory. It made me cry]I drank that formula until I was already in school.
.It was in this house that I learned to ride a bike. I used to start in my drive way and cross the road to the parking lot at the church which at the time was directly across from our driveway. It was slightly down hill.
.I had roller skates the were metal and strapped on to gym shoes. They had a key that you used to tighten the skates. I uses to roller skate on the sidewalks at the church.
.I used to play jacks on the hardwood floors. "Onesies" "twosies" "Round the World" etc. I think my sisters played as well and they were really good at jacks.
.I had marbles and would play marbles as well.
.Rosalie used to have a doll collection. It seems to me they were called "Muffy Dolls". They looked very similar to Madam Alexander dolls. She had a lot of them and I love to see them. Her and her friend Jill Yancy used to make doll clothes for them. They learned in 4H.
.The Ward put on a play called "Little Women". If I close my eyes I can still see some of the scenes.
.I remember ward bizarres where people would make things and bring them to sell and give the money to the Ward budget. Mother made pillow cases, doilies, and aprons.
.My mother always wore aprons. Most of the time she would wear dresses with an apron on top.
.I remember sprinkling the clothes with a catsup bottle turned clothes sprinkler,[they used to sell these stoppers that fit inside a catsup bottle that had hole in it like a watering can kind of] rolling them up and putting them in a laundry basket to sit for a few days. Then they would be perfect to iron. I ironed pillow cases and sheets..........but not any more.
.We snipped beans while we watched my moms favorite show, "The Price is Right". She would sit in a chair and peel apples sometimes while she watched.
.Saturday was a cleaning day and Rosalie and I used to fight about who was going to do what. She would dig me with her nails [they were long, mine were not] so I would bite her. This is why to this day I don't clean on Saturday. [Rosalie and I love each other now.]
.Mom put up everything tomatoes, peaches, pickles, applesauce, Cherry's, you name it, she put it up. I just remember it being hot and a mess. That's why I don't.
.Every Sunday we would have mashed potatoes, gravy and roast.
.Dad had two eggs bacon and oatmeal every morning for breakfast....he died at 66.
.Mom made the best bread and cinnamon rolls and would give everything away.
.Mother always sent nice cards and letters to everyone to wish them well, or happy birthday, or to compliment them or thank them for something. She had many boxes of cards in the hall closet and I used to like to look at them.
.There was a china cabinet in the dining room. Mother had some sets of salt and pepper shakers that she kept. Also a set a china and some other plates and bowls. I hand one of the plates in my dining room.
.My friends would come over and we would play "Mother May I" on the front stairs.
.We loved to run through the sprinklers on the lawn.
.In the winter dad would hook up the horses and we would go for a sleigh ride through town. In the summer it was a buggy.
.When I see moths fluttering against the screen door I think of the "Millers" as dad would call them that would gather on the screen of the back door,
.When I hear the sound of crickets, it takes me back to my childhood and the sounds out my window.
Well, that's enough memories for one night. Only my kids will read this and even they may fall asleep. I will write more on house #2. But not tonight.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Bon Voyage!!!!

"Big Dog" at the Marina the last time I went.




See Ya!!!!! I am off to Lake Powell with some of my "old" high school friends. Don't feel too bad for me though, I will be in staying once again on the "Big Dog" owned by one of my friends brothers. I have not been on this trip for several years. The last time I went, Robin went with me. This year my friend Nancy Mahuika from Vancouver Washington is joining me. So the post will be quiet for a few days.

Love ya all..........."Aloha"...."Ciao "....Auf Wiedersehen.... Arrivederci....Au Revoir....or as they say in Lake Powell...."don't let the Bat's bite your butt"

Stay tuned kiddies for the next "Monday Memory".......................

A Tribute and Farewell.......

Chris and Elaine Kirsch with 1st son Alexander in 1974-75


Elaine and Christopher Kirsch 2004 holding picture of one of thier sons serivng in Iraq.

On Fathers Day Doug and I lost a wonderful friend from our past,Christopher Kirsch.
He and Elaine Kirsch were in our Ward in Hawaii back in 1973-74 while Doug was stationed at Fort Shafter. The Kirsch's, Kent and Jane Martin, The Gert's, Bill and Louise Grey, and Mike and Nancy Mahuika were some of our friends in the Ward there. We associated with these Friends in church and at their homes. We had lost track of the Kirsch's over the years. They were wonderful people back then when we all were just starting our families. The Kirsch's had Alexander, Kent and Jane had Brady, the Gray's had Arnie, the Mahuika's had Michelle, and Doug and I had Holly all within a few months of each other. The Gert's later had a "miracle baby girl". They had not been able to have a baby and had been trying for many years. We had a Ward Fast and the next month literally, they were expecting. Chris and Elaine were part of this fast. Elaine was such a good mother and it was evident that her and Chris had a solid marriage. Chris had a great sense of humor and was fun to be around. They brought a sense of calm and kindness with them whenever they were around. I remember they had a really nice apartment that was close to the beach. That was an innocent time for all of us. In our lives we meet people that we may never cross paths with again. They bring much joy and happiness to you and your life is better for meeting them. This is how I feel about Chris and Elaine Kirsch. May God Bless you Elaine in this time of sorrow. To read about this tragedy click here.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Monday Memory



THE HOMES IN MY LIFE

Home # 1 301 14th Street Ogden, Utah

Our family moved into this house around 1940-41 after Grandpa Mayhew died. Mom and dad decided to buy a bigger house and remodel it so Grandma Mayhew could live with us. Dad worked for the Ogden Iron Works at the time. The house was divided into 2 sections [duplex]. When you walked in the front door you went to the right to enter Grandma Mayhew’s front room and to the left to enter our front room. Both my family and Grandma had our own kitchen and bedroom upstairs, but we shared a bathroom. Down stairs was a large family type room that also had a bed in it, a storage room, laundry and another bedroom. We shared the laundry room [2 wringer washers/one for grandma and one for us]. Our family was very happy here. These are some things that happened while my family lived in this house:
1. World War II ended.
2. Raymond came up missing. He was 5 or 6 years old. They dragged ditches for him. The police helped to look for him. They found him. He had gone fishing with a friend. There was even an article in the Standard Examiner newspaper about him. He did not do that again.
3. Raymond and his friend built a fort out of piano crates. One day it burned down along with a shed. The shed had Uncle Parley’s saddle in it. [Dad’s brother] Not a happy day.
4. My family attended the Ogden 10Th Ward where mom and dad made many lifelong friends. Every Saturday night the Ward would get together for some kind of family get together. Sometimes they would show a movie and have popcorn and other homemade treats. Sometimes they would have a sort of talent show. I remember even after we moved to Pleasant View we would return for reunions where they would have talent shows.
5. My mother and father made many lasting relationships while living in this house. They had a lot of friends and would get together and play cards or just visit.
6. We had no TV so we played "dominoes", "rummy", or "Sorry" on Saturday night.
7. Every Sunday night mother would make a rice pudding. Sacrament meeting was in the evening, and this would be an after church treat for us.
8. The only memories I have of this house is watching Carolyn and Rosalie come down the street from school. They walked every day no matter what the weather. They went to Mound Fort Elementary which was a three story building on the corner of 12Th street and Washington Blvd. [Where the "Sizzler" is now.]
9. Carolyn tells me we had a big swing in the back yard made from telephone poles. She said she could swing so high she pretended to be a trapeze artist. She thinks we got the poles from Uncle June [dad’s brother] who worked for Utah Power and Light.
10. We also had a pasture with dad’s horses, a sand pile, and a coal shed later made into a play house complete with wall paper.
11. Carolyn was in the Ray Minter Drum and Bugle Core as a baton twirler. They always marched in the local parades.
12. Rosalie remembers laying on Grandmas bed every night and she would sing a lullaby to her. Rosalie was named after her and was very close to Grandma Mayhew.

This house brought a lot of happiness to our family. We moved to Pleasant View in 1953 when I was just 3 years old. The house was later torn down to widen Grant Avenue. If you drive on Grant Avenue and 14Th street you will be driving through our living room.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Christmas time, Easter Rhyme...Happy Birthday to you!


Happy Birthday to Doug! His Birthday is Thursday the 26th of June, but we decided to celebrate it today with a cook out. Everyone but Mac's family was able to come. Instead of Birthday cake he wanted "pineapple pie" [a family favorite]. Carly made her now famous cinnamon rolls again [yummy treat]. We had a variety of kabobs from Sniders which Lex grilled, raspberry goo [another family favorite] baked beans, cheesy potatoes, green salad and ice cream for the kids. We had a great time. I hope you enjoy the slide show. OK so Carly put it together, I am not quite that advanced yet. I especially like the picture of Doug in the chair. It cracks me up. This is a typical Doug picture. The picture of Doug and me is the first one since Robin's wedding 2 years ago. We are camera shy. LouJean, Doug's mom gave him a touching gift. She had 4 pictures from his childhood that he had not seen before matted and framed. She got a "smile" out of him and that was a great reward. It was a great party on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

By the way, Doug is 59. He is a great man, hard worker, fantastic father, and loving husband.
He puts up with all my quirky ways and takes very good care of me and the rest of the family. I especially like his interaction with the grand kids. He is the family favorite. I love him.

Happy Birthday Doug.........and many many more.

Back on the trails again…….


Usually by now, [June 22nd] I have hiked about all the trails around Ogden at least once. But due to the fact that the weather did not cooperate in May, and one of my hiking partners has plantar fasciitis, [Doug] and another got married and is always busy, [Brenda] and the hiking girls are all busy with gardening classes, grandkids, or vacations, and Nikki has been training for the Wasatch Back- Ragnar relay, and mostly because it is just easier to put on my running shoes and walk out the door, than to get my hiking gear together, I am just now hitting the trails.

Wow, how great it felt! I met Sandy [and Tatra] at 6:30 AM on Saturday at the Wheeler Creek trailhead. It was a bit nippy in the canyon, but the reward was the beautiful views of Snow Basin in the morning sun. We met a few bikers that were up that early and just one other set of hikers who graciously took this picture of us. It was a great hike and I can’t wait to go again. Perhaps I will have to get Mason to go with me. Hopefully he hasn’t out grown his desire to hike with his grandma. Our big hike to the “Wind Rivers” is in August so I have got to find time to hike. But for a “first hike” Wheeler Creek is a great place to start. It was great to be back on the trail....

Thursday, June 19, 2008

MONDAY MEMORY [ON THURSDAY]



OK so this is my second post and already I am behind. But I had to take a picture first and before I could take a picture, I had to buy a camera. And before I could take the picture off the camera I had to have Carly help me. So this weeks memory is a little late. I am calling this memory............ “The Hollow”

When I was little [between ages 8 and 12] and lived in Pleasant View at the bottom of 900 West, I remember walking up to the “hollow”. I remember going at least one time with the summer recreation people on a group picnic, but the best times would be when a group of neighborhood kids would go up there on a picnic. There was usually a Kowallis friend, [Jill ] and sometimes a Probst friend [Colleen] and some of their brothers or sisters. Rosalie remembers going up there as well on picnics, but Carolyn was too scared to go. The "Wade Cousins" would tell her all kinds of stories about the hollow and that was all it took to keep her from going. The “Hollow” was quite the mystery. It was what seemed at the time like this “huge” forest of trees and in it was a real Indian trail. You would never dare go in there by yourself. The legend was that there was a real Indian grave in there and if conditions were just right you might see his ghost. It was such an adventure and quite daring to go on this little hike. When you were deep inside you could not see anything but trees unless you looked up and then you could see the blue sky. Even though it was scary, I loved it in there. It was so quiet and you could hear all kinds of birds, and there were wildflowers along the way. I don’t know how long the trail actually was but you started on the very most south side and ended up at the pole patch cross roads if you dared go the whole way. Sometimes we would look for arrowheads and sometimes we were sure we could hear Indians making animal sounds. There was a camp site, or picnic site about half way in where we usually had a picnic. Once we had a "Hobo" party and all dressed up like Hobo's and we would put our lunches in a big hankie and tie it to a stick. Kind of like Hobo’s did back then. You always had to make sure that you got out by nightfall. That was one place you did not want to be after dark. Some of the best hikes to the Indian trail were when Jill Kowallis sister Cheryl would go with us. She was a few years older than us and told really great stories at the picnic sight. Even though they were probably scary stories, I still loved them. Cheryl could tell a good “yarn”. I didn't ever see any ghost on one of those adventures, but I did get into "stingy neddle" once. The hollow was thick with that and Poison Ivy......probably planted by the Indians.

Alas, like many things from childhood, things change. Now the hollow makes a great back yard for many people’s houses up 900 West. Today as I went to take a picture, there was actually curb, gutter and sidewalk running parallel to the hollow. And houses on both sides. Little do these people know, there is a secret about the hollow, and they had better lock their doors. One thing that does not change are the memories I hold on to that take me right back the scary “hollow” on 900 West.