The Baby Book

Baby - 6 months

Mother - Amy Heaton Esplin 

Father - John Lynn Esplin 

Baby Arrives: On Saturday the 3^rd day of October, 1936, at six o’ clock PM, to Mr. and Mrs. J. Lynn Esplin. Born in Kanab Hospital, Kanab, Utah; 56^th baby born in hospital. (My classmate, James Freeborn Maxwell was the first baby born in the new hospital. Dr. Aiken told his folks that if they would name him Freeborn, he would not charge them for the birth.)

Baby’s First Outing: Jeanette had her first trip when she left the hospital and came home to Orderville with Daddy, Mother, Lucy LaRee, Lynn James & DeLoy. Shirley was in school or she would have been along too. She went out to Moccasin the first time in Uncle Ed’s car when she was about five months old. Jeanette and Mother went out to stay with Grandma for a week because she was sick. (Grandma Heaton died July 20, 1937, in Moccasin, Mohave County, Arizona).

Baby’s First Words: Jeanette said “da-da” and “ta-ta” at eight months. She would wave her little hand and say “ta-ta” every time someone went out of the door. She said “mamma” soon after. When she was one year old, she would try to say quite a few words. Of course, no one could understand her but the family.

Jeanette put sentences together and talked good when she was 1-1/2 years old.

First Christmas: Jeanette had such a cold, we couldn’t take her out to do any Christmas visiting.

Baby’s Pets: When Jeanette was just five months old, she would sit and watch the kitty playing for a long time. We’d say, “Kitty, Kitty” and she’d look all over the floor for it.

Jeanette had some doggie lambs when she was a year and a half old. Daddy brought them from the herd.  She always had to help feed them and would chase them around and have a lot of fun with them. She liked cows too. She would hold the cow’s tail when Daddy or Mamma milked; and she would walk right up to a cow and try to milk it. She wasn’t a bit afraid of animals.

Jeanette almost worshiped LaRue (daughter of Joe and Pearl Bolander. Joe was Mama’s first cousin.) when she was between one and two years old. It was always “Rue-Rue” and she was just so happy when Rue would come to see her.

Favorite Stories:  When Jeanette was 2 years old, she came home from Sunday School and tried to tell us the story of the 3 Bears. She just liked to repeat Mother Goose rhymes and hear stories.

Other Important Events: When Jeanette was 2-1/2 years old, instead of her birthday being in October, she’d say it was “knocked over”. She’d said “I haven’t got a birthday now because it is knocked over. I wonder who knocked my birthday over.”

Jeanette and Shirley went out to the herd and stayed with Daddy for a week before Jeanette was 3 years old and Mother got so lonesome.

Just after Jeanette turned 4 years old, she could say the ABC’s and write most of them; write her name and spell a number of words.

When she had her tonsils out at 4-1/2 years old, she was just so good about it. She didn’t make a bit of fuss. Nellie took her in to the operating room as Mother had to stay with Jerry because he had just had his out.

 Duck Creek 1937

We're all helping take baby's picture.
Daddy holding Jeanette, Lucy, Lynn James, DeLoy 1937

Daddy and the kids at the herd.
Shirley, Lynn James, Daddy holding Jeanette, Lucy LaRee, DeLoy 1937

Jeanette, DeLoy, Lynn James

I always had an ear ache. . .

 All alone.

Shirley, Jerry, Lucy, DeLoy, Jeanette, Lynn James 1938

Shirley, VeRene, Lynn James, Jeanette, DeLoy

Sunshine and Shadow 
Jeanette and double-first cousin John Jay.

 The Family.

DeLoy, Lucy LaRee, Jeanette, Lynn James, Shirley 1937

Jeanette in hand-crocheted dress

 I'm on my way to the herd to find Daddy.

1-1/2 years old.

Shall we play cowboy?

We borrowed Lynn James' and DeLoy's hats. 1938

Jeanette & Lucy

 Where's Jeanette?

 
Lynn James, Lucy LaRee, Shirley, DeLoy, Jerry (with the curls), Jeanette
The Family - July 1939

Poor kitties. Fall of 1939.

Jerry & Jeanette 1940
Jerry got his Big Boy haircut.

DeLoy - who loved to pull faces - Jeanette, Jerry

 Lucy, Jeanette, Shirley

1939

Jeanette & Jerry - 1940

When Jeanette came back from having her picture taken, she said, "I sure was scared."
February 1940

 

 Our Twins - Jeanette & Jerry

 First day of Play School with my rug to take a nap. 1941

 Play School Class - teacher Emily Adair 1942

Jeanette, Georgai, Mary Lee, Juanita, Lorene, Irene, Maureen.

Jack, George Kirby, Dale Heaton, Charles Carroll, John Hardy, Odena Crofts.

 Our girls.

Shirley, Lucy holding Carol Lee, Jeanette 1942

 DeLoy, Jeanette, Jerry 1940

 Jeanette - 4 years old

 My Primary Class the day I was 4 years old 1940

Aunt Lucy and Laura Porter, teachers.
I recognize LaRue Bolander, Jeanette Esplin, Georgia Troy on the front row.

 Jeanette & DeLoy 4th of July 1942

5 years old. 1941

First Day of School 1942

1943

Carol Lee, 4 years old, & Jeanette, 9 years old, with the kitties 1945

Verla and Jeanette 1946

DeLoy & Jeanette - Must have been after the war if we had a bike. 1946

 Jeanette, Jerry, Lynn James, DeLoy, Carol Lee, Shirley, Lucy holding Verla 1946

 Lucy, Jeanette holding cat, Carol Lee, Verla 1948

 Verla, Carol Lee, Jeanette, Lucy LaRee, Shirley 1948

 Jeanette and Verla 1949

 10 years old

 The Family is getting grown up 1950
Jeanette, Shirley, Jerry, Verla & Carol Lee

Carol Lee (5) & Jeanette (10)

 

 Shirley

 Lucy

 Lynn James

 DeLoy

Jerry

Carol Lee 1943

Mother’s Notes:  Baby started to smile when she was three weeks old and she just smiled a lot after that.

When she was 2-1/2 months old, she liked to be in her little bed and have us talk to her. She would just kick and play and would almost laugh out loud, would also talk baby talk.

Jeanette laughed out loud on the 17^th day of December – 2 months and 15 days old when Mother was giving her her bath, washing her under the chin. Shirley, Lucy, LaRee, Lynn James & DeLoy were all watching us.

Jeanette started to sit alone all by herself at 5-1/2 months.

She had a smile for everyone and liked to be noticed. She sure liked to play with Daddy.

When Jeanette was 6-1/2 months old, she would lie on the floor on her stomach and push herself backwards; she could raise upon her hands and feet to.

We let Baby start to wear her little colored dresses when she was six months old.

At eight months, she started to creep, either on her hands and knees or on her hands and feet. She pulled herself up by things just after she turned nine months old and would stand alone at 10-1/2 months.

Jeanette was weaned just after she turned ten months old.  She didn’t make a bit of fuss about it.

She would say “da-da” “Mamma” and “ta-ta” at eight months.  Every time she saw anyone go out the door or she went out, she would wave her little hand and say “ta-ta”.

Everyone admired her pretty long curls by the time she was nine months old. It would stay in little ringlets so cute.

We took a trip up on the mountain, Cedar Breaks, Navajo Lake, etc., when Baby was nine months old, and she enjoyed the trip as much as the rest of the family.

When she was a year old, she liked to play Lambie with DeLoy while the rest of the children were in school. They’d put the chairs in a circle for a corral – and then they’d go around on their hands and knees saying “baa”. She sure thot she was big.

Jeanette was always glad when her da-da came from the sheep herd. She would always do her best to show off for him and get him to notice her.

She liked to play doll a lot and would sing and rock them to sleep; she always had to have Daddy tend her baby when he came home. She always liked the dolls with the prettiest dresses on. She took a special liking to Negro dollies.

Baby Brother was born when Jeanette was a year and a half old. When Mother first came home from the hospital, she wouldn’t have anything to do with her or the Baby either. She was just sort of jealous of the new Baby, but it wasn’t long until she thot Jerry was pretty nice. He was “Mine and Mama’s baby.”

Aunt Lucy kept Jeanette when Jerry was born and Beth tended the rest of the Family. Jeanette had been sick for a month – fever and tonsillitis and it made Mother feel pretty bad to go leave her but Aunt Lucy had her almost well when she got home with the New Boy.

We all went to the herd for a week when Jeanette was almost 2 years old and Jeanette just had a big time. She walked all the way down and up Bob Creek Hill.

Jeanette started school Sept. 14, 1942. Mrs. Vera Dean Blackburn was her teacher. She learned to read real quick – before Thanksgiving she brot two books home that she had read in school.

What would we do without mothers to brag on us for doing the most ordinary mundane things?  Perhaps it gave us a boost in life to have someone think we were extraordinaire.

This is more a tribute to my mother than it is a history of me. I was her fifth child, her mother was dying, (her father had been dead for over six years); her husband was out to the herd tending his sheep most of the time, yet she took the time to take pictures and keep a book for each one of us.  She spelled “brought” “brot”, which may have been acceptable at the time; otherwise without spell checker or the Internet at her fingertips, I found no spelling or grammatical errors.

I like what it tells about the times – white clothes until 6 months old; cows and doggie lambs for pets; visiting at Christmastime. She didn’t mention that even though we lived in the one of the grand old houses in town, built in 1901 by my Grandpa Esplin, that we didn’t have hot running water; or an indoor bathroom; that we had to build a fire in the wood stove to cook a meal.  We had no central heating or air conditioning.  Burr, those bedrooms were cold in the wintertime. Orderville is 5500 feet elevation. Or that she raised a gigantic garden and we bottled vegetables and fruit endlessly. We also had pigs, chickens, and horses.

Her most noble acts were yet to come. A year after her 8^th child was born; her husband was killed in a fall while herding sheep. With an 8^th grade education (she was raised on a ranch with no school beyond 8^th grade), she acquired the job of Post Master of the Orderville Post Office and finished rearing and educating all eight children on her own.

I salute her.

The Alphabet Plate

Visiting on the phone with my sister, Lucy, in 2010, she imparted, “You could say the alphabet when you were four . . .”  How can Lucy remember things like that?  I still have the alphabet plate that I always thought Larry sent home from the War but later I think someone said that he gave his folks the money to buy it for me, which was a great disappointment to me.  Anyway, I always treasured it and I do think I learned the alphabet from it. 

In a letter to Shirley in 2009, I wrote: “I forgot to answer your question about the ABC plate.  YES I still have it.  It is in the dining room on the shelf with my treasured jacks from childhood in it.  DeRay and I have been sitting here trying to figure out if the ABC plate is tin or pewter.  It's banged up so we think it might be tin but its heavy and the bottom looks like pewter.  There is no identification on it. I can still remember turning it in a circle saying the alphabet.  I don't really remember eating out of it.”

Yes, I always thought Larry, who was serving our country in World War II, gave me the ABC plate. Figure this. I was born in 1936 and would have been four in 1940. We didn’t enter the World War II until 1941.  Maybe he was in the service before the war was declared.  He could have gone in right after high school. 

There is probably nobody alive to help me with this problem now. I am going to write to my double-first cousin, VeRene, Larry’s younger sister.

This I know is true. From my Baby Book in Mama’s handwriting:

Just after Jeanette turned 4 years old, she could say the ABC’s – write most of them; write her name and spell a number of words.

I guess I didn’t need the Alphabet Plate to learn the alphabet. Maybe it was just reinforcement through the years.

A Twisted Tale of Tax Turmoil

In October, DeRay got a letter asking why he returned his tax refund check.  DeRay told them we never received it; never returned it; so atypically they sent a check for the 2013 taxes without delay. He thought it would be his refund for the 2014 taxes.

He always takes an extension on his taxes, as if April 30 isn’t painful enough.

So now why isn’t his refund here for 2014 taxes?

In refinancing our house, they needed a Summary Report from IRS for 2014 taxes.  “Where’s my refund?” he asked on line. They couldn’t find his taxes.

Diligently, he went over to IRS in Ogden with a copy of last year’s taxes.

“Dad evidently didn’t file his taxes last year,” I say to Amy when she comes home.

“Can he plead senility?” she asks.

“I sincerely hope so.” 

We thought he would end up in Tax Evasion Prison. But since they owe us money instead of us owing them money, no penalty; and he’s a free man.

I remember distinctly telling him that he could not go to Vegas for a week with Clare if he didn’t get his taxes in first – his extension, that is. Shows how much clout I have. He says they were probably lost in the mail.

So now he’s ready to figure out how to get his rebate for the solar panels for 2015 taxes.  He invites the representative from Intermountain Wind & Solar to come and walk him through the process and check things out. He’s telling him how amazed he is that we are still generating electricity through all the snow. He’s bragged to Brent about it; he’s bragged to anyone who will listen. He checks his cell phone every day to see how many kilowatt hours have been generated.

“Snow covered panels generate no electricity,” the man says, “Let me check your phone.”

“Is your name William Barlow?  Do you live in Maryland?”

His cell phone was connected to someone’s else solar panels.  Go figure.

Zero kilowatt hours generated for us today or for the whole months of December and the first 2-1/2 weeks in January, for that matter.  Over an inch of snow and no electricity is generated.

A letter to my sister, Shirley

Dear Shirley                  January 11, 2016             Fruit Heights Utah 84037

   I think about you every day – when I’m in the kitchen, when I’m at the computer, when I go for a walk.

   Does Amy show you my blogs? I wish I knew. I don’t like to be redundant but if you’re not seeing them, it’s the way I tell my story.

   Amy Lyn’s getting to be quite an artist. She does watercolors.

DeMoin, Bryant, Lynn Charles, Calvin, Stanley, Keenan, Shirley,

Mama, Jolene, Nellie, Lucy, Jeanette,

David, Amy Jayne, Jeanne, Effie

 With Brent and DeRay minus Jeanette

   Where was Charles? At a meeting? You can tell it is a Sunday at Christmastime at your house. Was he out doing chores? At the ranch? 1970

Jolene, Effie, Nellie at the piano, Jeanne, David, Amy, Brent 1970

   And that’s your history lesson for today.  Carolyn would be between David and Amy but she was singing with them in heaven.

   It took all night for the memory flood gates to open.

   This was the second year in a row we had gone to Orderville for Christmas. We were living in the garage on the outskirts of Kaysville while building the house and we told the kids that since we had no chimney no way could Santa find us. 

   When we got back home, I had a miscarriage. We were devastated. We had been married over 14 years and had had one child and adopted one child.  I lost the baby (a little girl) at home but I went to the University of Utah hospital for the D&C and on the follow-up visit I was blubbing to the doctor. (Not the doctor who had miraculously performed the surgery. I say miraculously because it was Dr. Molktar from India or Egypt, I can’t remember which, the only one in Utah to perform that particular surgery at that time. Later it was perfected and became commonplace. The very day I had the surgery, his house burned down in India. He went home and I never saw him again. Dr. Poulson took over my pre-opt care.)  “Listen young lady,” he scolded, “you are very lucky. Many women who have that extensive of surgery never recover. They never get their health back.” It was for Endometritis and they told me they scraped and removed so many tumors. They had planned to remove my appendix while they had me cut open but they did so much other stuff that took so long that they left the appendix alone. All the rest of the time I was recovering, I had a side ache and just knew I had appendicitis until they told me to forget it.  I remember standing out in the street by Aunt El’s when I was a child listening to Mama and Pearl Bolander talk. Pearl was telling this horror tale of someone’s appendix bursting who died or who almost died or who could have died. She may have been talking about Karen who lived to rear a large family.
   In my mind, I always blamed that miscarriage on the above ground atomic bomb testing at the Nevada site during that window of time. Being home, I had foolishly eaten snow off the ground like we did in childhood.

   I didn’t know a miscarriage would be like a death. You go through all the stages of grief. I became fearful and over-protective of Brent and Jeanne. We had a stream above us and a stream below us and I would frantically run down the steam looking for them when I didn’t know where they were at the moment.

   Happily, within a few months, I was pregnant again and I was indeed one of the lucky ones. Brooke was born later than year (on December 21, 1971).

   And Eddy in March of 1973 and Amy December 1974, completing our family.

   With the normal highs and lows of mortality.

   It’s worth every tear.

   I wanted to send a picture of us in England or Washington DC but they were downstairs and I’m upstairs so that will be for another time.

   We had a lot of good times together. San Diego. Washington DC. Nauvoo. Branson. But the best was our visit with Zena in Scotland.

   DeRay sends his love. He had two cancer surgeries on his face in December which healed nicely but he’s having a hard time getting around and can’t raise his arms and things like that. We’re thinking old age isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.

   With much love and admiration,

                                 Jeanette

The Housekeeping Evolution

When we lived in Stadium Village

On the University of Utah campus

As newly weds

A 9x12 rug swathed the entire floor.

A small kitchen with bamboo covered the cupboards

A half sink, hot plate, roaster oven;

A shower, toilet, no sink for a bathroom.

Thanksgiving Dinner Stadium Village 1957

Lynn, Juanita, DeRay, Jeanette, Mama, Verla, Carol

We lived in this one-room apartment for three years.

And I had my hair cut short.

Working full time,

PHTC

I had no choice but to clean on Saturday.

It still took me several hours.

Small is harder than larger.

Where to put everything?

Our first home in Orem

After we remodeled it

Was a breeze.

1160 square feet.

Three bedrooms.

A bath and a half.

Whoever dreamed of such luxury and wealth?

Our best friends in Orem. Maynard & JoAnn Erickson. Childless too.

Eventually, they had two sons who grew up to be doctors.

Maynard died 20 years ago. We still keep in touch with JoAnn, a retired school teacher.

Mama, Carol, Verla, Jeanette, DeRay Orem 1962

I'm showing off here. When you wait 7 years to get pregnant, it's a BIG DEAL.

DeRay & Brent 1963

Still cleaning on Saturday while working

Or going to school.

After the children came along

And I was a stay-at-home mom,

I cleaned the entire house on Friday.

Layton – Farmington – West Layton – Bountiful - Kaysville.

 

 Brent with cousins Jayson, Todd & Tim Esplin 1964 Farmington

With the Swapps in Farmington

Craig, Sharon, Janet, Dick & Brent Swapp.

DeRay, Jeanette & Brent Hugh

 Jeanette & Brent Farmington 1964

Carol, Verla holding Brent with Stephen Bailey Farmington

Lucy and Mama with Effie and Brent, West Layton 1965

Brent in West Layton

Building our new home in Bountiful 1966 Brent, Jeanette, DeRay

Brent's 4th Birthday with cousin Tena Esplin, sister Jeanne and friend, Owen Reeder

DeRay and Uncle Grant putting a roof on the deck.

The home DeRay built on the outskirts of Kaysville. 1975

Jeanne, Brooke, Jeanette, Amy Lyn, Eddy, DeRay

With Grantma and Grandpa Pugh in conversation pit

Brent, Eddy, Brooke, Amy Lyn, Jeanne

Amy's birthday party showing off the Indian Room

Amy, Eddy, Brooke & friends. 1976

I learned that from my mother.

Mop, vacuum, dust, clean good once a week.

Eventually, as the children left home,

I decided every other week would do.

Then once a month.

Now instead of cleaning everything in one day

I would clean one room each day.

1)        Kitchen.

2)               Baths – four now.

3)               Living, dining, family room.

4)               Upstairs.

One day for discretionary; (before Amy moved home I cleaned the basement).

Saturdays free.

That’s a lot of pressure in one week

When you’re trying to do something with Eddy

Each morning.

Usually it’s 2 before lunch is over and cleaned up.

Then I have to start fixing dinner at 4.

What if I’m tired after working out at the gym?

Getting along in years, you know.

So now –

I clean the upstairs (my least favorite of all projects)

One week; Day 1) bedrooms, Day 2) vacuum two flights of stairs, upholstery; Day 3)computer room.

And the other cleaning projects the next week.

Then I rest.

Potpourri

You know how sanctimonious Christians are always touting that marriage is between a man and a woman.

My definition:

Marriage is love.

Let the bureaucrats enforce that.

Speaking of marriage,

What good does it do to be married

When you have to rub your own feet at night

Or if your back itches at a place where you can’t scratch

- - “Tough”.

A phone call is such a rarity anymore

That when it’s for me

I’m afraid it’s because someone died,

Unless the Visiting Teachers are calling to make an appointment.

“Salt Lake City, Utah” I taunt Ed.

“Oh, Salt Lake City has a new mayor –“ he reveals excitedly,

“Jackie What’s-her-face?”

Jackie Biskupski. I can’t say it either.

So I walk by Ed’s room.

His TV is off;

No earphones on.

He’s just sitting there silently.

“What are you doing?”

“Thinking.”

You know, that’s not a bad idea.

I might try it sometime.

Every so often I cannot sleep at night.

Like last night.

I finally go downstairs and get my i-Pad and play games

For hours.

Still I lie there awake.

I think it’s because I get too much sleep

And every once in awhile

I have a sleepless night to catch up -

Diametrically opposite to sleep deprivation.

We generally go to bed around midnight

And get up around 7 or 7:30.

I can’t believe I can sleep that much

In my old age.

I love the luxury of being lazy.

I’m glad I’m not running for President of the United States.

The Surprise Visitors

Late Saturday afternoon,

we got a call from my niece, Connie.

What would you think?

Someone from whom you never hear.

Her folks are precarious,

like all old people.

Happily,

she was driving down from Idaho

with her siblings and

they just wanted to stop by and visit.

Whew!

Eddy says Uncle DeLoy sure has cute daughters.

 Carl flew in from Oregon, Connie from Texas, Keri & Reo from Florida.

They came to bury their Aunt Berniece, their mother's sister, in Ashton, Idaho.

What a lovely visit.

We haven't seen these kids since . . .

Keri before she was married?

Wait - she and Reo lived in Provo 

between Dubai and Iceland or some such thing.

Connie before she went on her mission--
sign language mission to Chicago?
We've probably seen her since then.

Carl when he and Lindi moved to Oregon?
We sent Carl on his mission to Pararguay too.
He wouldn't buy one thing until he got here
to the one and only true missionary store - Mr. Mac.

How many years ago?

Except for DeLoy's family,

all the grandchildren were raised in Utah and Malad, Idaho,

and we congregated for Christmas and holidays parties.

Well, come to think of it,

Carol's family lived in Florida, Georgia, England--where Melissa was born--

Norway, South Africa and Japan.

They have been here enough years now that we only remember

the times together.

 DeRay, Jeanette, Mama and her new husband whom we called Uncle Ed out of respect (we were on their honeymoon) visiting Grace and DeLoy.

Newly married, DeLoy working for the Forest Service and running this motel.
Cedarville, Ca, in Surprise Valley in Modoc County.

We visited them again when Keri was a baby.
Quincy, CA, in Plumas County

The Triplet Cousins:  Carl was born in March, Tena in April and Brent in May, Nephi 1963

Brent's concert on Temple Square - May 24, 1986
Carl - Tena - Brent

Lucy-Lawrence/Amy-Lynn Esplin Reunion at Liddys Canyon. 1989
The Triplet Cousins: Brent, Tena, Carl.

Thanksgiving 1965. DeRay, Jeanette, DeLoy, Mama (Amy Esplin)

Grace and her dad and step-mother, Jean.

Brent, Keri, Carl.
Laufman Ranger Station near Milford CA in Lassen County.
Wintertime, DeLoy would put chains on and take chains off
halfway up or down the mountain
every time he went to town to church.
In those days - Priesthood - Sunday School - Sacrament Meeting.

Keri, Carl, DeLoy, Brent, DeRay and Frosty!

Connie was just a happy baby.

 Keenan, Carl, Brent, Keri, Jeanne. Concord, CA, 1968

 Grandma Esplin with most of her grandchildren - (two unborn, Tara & Amy Lyn)

Effie holding Melissa, Cindy, Amy J. J. Lynn, Nellie holding Devin, Jayson, Calvin, Karla, Stanley, Keenan, Todd, Tim holding Tamber.

Connie, Jeanne, Grandma holding Eddy, Keri.

Boyd, Carl, Tena holding Brooke, Brent, David,

Lee, Bryan, Robert. (Jolene, Bryant, Lynn Charles missing)
Thanksgiving, Kaysville, UT, 1973

Cousin Bridal Shower for Keri. 1983

Effie, Reo, Keri, Nellie, Brent, Jan, J. Lynn, Jayson, Jody, Todd on couch.

Cindy, Jolene, Tara.

Jeanne, Brooke, Devin, Bryan.

679 North Fairfield Rd, Kaysville, Utah

 This is what the guys do during a bridal shower - the guys and Tamber!

 Esplin campout reunion on our property near Kaysville 1984. Keri at piano.

 Cousins enjoying the pool.

Check out that garden.

 Grace leading the singing. Daddy's best friend, Willard (Son) Meeks, shared his memories of Daddy with us. Daddy died in 1947, long before any grandchildren were born.

Campfires and tents.

These are the flashbacks

that came to me

as we visited

with DeLoy and Grace's kids

who are now grandparents themselves

on Saturday evening.

Thank you for stopping by.

Families Are Forever.

Carl, Lindi, & Eddy jumping on tramp. 1992