Friday, June 17, 2011
While sifting through some pictures for genealogy I came across this photo of main street (actually, the only street) in Firth. In previous entries I've written about Warren's Drug Store, Collet's Bar, and Harold Brighton's Barbershop. I was delighted to find an actual photo of these places. I have no idea who the people are, but I would guess the photo was taken in the 1940's.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The current Firth Ward LDS building was built and ready for worship by about 1963--in fact I believe that my father's funeral was the first funeral held in that building. Before that, we went to church in the little church that sat right in the northeast corner of the current parking lot. It was an awesome building with lots of character. The church had 3 levels; it was a split entry. When you came in the front door the chapel was to the right--hardwood floors and hardwood benches. A large picture of President David O. McKay hung on the wall. Behind the pulpit was an upper level (covered with draperies during meetings) where they held dances, parties and things. And the lower level is where the kids got to attend Primary. The Primary room seemed huge to me at the time. One of the classes I attended was held in the kitchen because were short on classroom space. I remember sitting there, looking at the sacrament trays and white paper sacrament cups. I'm not sure why that memory is so vivid in my mind--maybe they appeared "out of place" to me--so ordinary. I also remember trying to give a 2 minute talk--I started to cry. Lorraine Taylor scooped me up in her arms and held me during the rest of the meeting. What a safe place to be. When Deanne Mecham conducted Primary(she must have been a new bride) I thought she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen--and what a smile! During those days we had two separate meetings on Sunday. We had Sunday School from 10:00 to 12:00; then Sacrament meeting was from 7:00-8:30 each Sunday evening. We most always went to Sunday School but I have to admit we were slackers when it came to Sacrament meeting; we preferred to stay home and watch Walt Disney and Bonanza on TV. My poor cousins always had to attend both meetings--Sunday's were hard for them!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Over the years I have been blessed with good friends. I consider them one of the greatest treasures of my lifetime. They have helped me through the difficult times, and laughed with me during the silly times. We've shared heartache, joy, sorrow, recipes, stories, phone chat, secrets, walks, windstorms, quilts, gifts, and fun. We have been a good "support system" to one another. This photo was taken at a luncheon I had at my new house last spring. We spent the afternoon eating and playing games. We've worked hard to get to this stage in our lives and plan to enjoy all that life has to offer in the coming years. Thanks Marsha and Tonya--you're AWESOME! Smooches!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I was a true believer! If ever there was a believer in Santa Claus it was, and is, me! In the weeks leading up to Christmas the days passed ever so slowly. While other families had their trees up and decorated, my mother refused to put our tree up until a week before Christmas. This only added to the agony! Once the tree was up the whole house seemed to fill with heavenly scent of fresh evergreen. We could "feel" the cold of the tree as it was brought in from outdoors and placed in that old red and green metal stand. The entire family helped decorate it, but my mother always insisted that she do the icicles (I find that a lot of kids today don't know what icicles are--they're long, slender strands of shiny silver that hang over the tree branches). She wanted them to hang perfectly. Of course we had Christmas music playing on the old stereo and my joy was complete. Then--more waiting!
On Christmas Eve I could hardly stand it. The minute it started getting dark I was perched at the living room window watching the night sky for any signs of Rudolph's blinking red nose. I think Rudolph must be pretty sneaky, because as hard as I tried, I never could see him. My father or mother would read from the scriptures about the birth of the Christ Child--the Savior of us all. We'd have a quick gift exchange and then back to the window I went. When it was time for bed, we'd all quickly find the biggest stocking (always my father's) and set it on the couch for Santa to fill. I remember laying in bed trying so hard to fall asleep, but no sleep would come. In the middle of the night I'd get up to see if Santa had come. I'd quietly turn on the tree lights and lo and behold--what a glorious spread! Each gift was wrapped (some were partially wrapped and the exposed side was pushed up against the wall), but I'd scurry around the tree trying to find a package addressed to "Deonne". Then I'd hear, "Get back in bed." Snooping time was over--I had to wait until we got the "ok" to get up. We each got our own apple, orange, tangerine, nuts, and candy--now that was generosity! That Santa Claus--he's quite an amazing fellow. Can't wait for him to show up this year! Merry Christmas to All . . .
Friday, December 11, 2009
When I was growing up stores didn't carry toys year round like they do now. The toys came in after Thanksgiving and were deemed as seasonal items. So when the toys hit the shelves you knew it wouldn't be long before Santa Claus made his grand journey. It made Christmas so much more exciting. I remember going to Huntsman's grocery store in Shelley (then located on main street) with my mother. Right above the produce sat the most fantastic creation ever--my dream doll. She was 28" tall and came with her own hair dryer, brushes, combs, and curlers. Each time we went to the store I stood and stared at the doll while my mother shopped. To my great joy dream dolly was waiting under the tree for me on Christmas morning. I quickly pulled her out of the box, grabbed a cup of water, wet her hair and started rolling it in curlers. My father (being typically male) snapped at me--something about "ruining" the new doll. My mother grabbed dad by the elbow, whispered something in his ear, at which he quickly mellowed. He came, gave me a big hug, and told me to "have fun." I will never forget that doll, the incident and that Christmas as it was to be the last Christmas we ever had with my father. To my surprise, I came upon dream dolly on ebay this morning. You can bet I placed a bid for her and am anxiously awaiting the response of the seller. They say you can't buy memories--but I'm certainly going to try. Wish me luck!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Now anyone who's lived in Firth during the last few decades will know about Karl, Ed, & Billie. These three were the Jenkins brothers and lived in Basalt for years. For whatever reason, all three of these grown men were mentally handicapped. They also became known as the town "characters" and many a story was passed along regarding them. Each brother had his own quirks and personality. After someone told Karl that he'd go to hell if he didn't go to church he started attending regularly. He wasn't always happy with what he heard however, and occasionally would stand up and shout "You're a damn liar!" (I suspect others in the congregation may have had similar thoughts.) You rarely saw him without a big old cigar in his mouth and he was the more intimidating of the three brothers for me.
Billie was in love with his bicycle--I never saw him without it. He was of slender build, sat with his legs crossed at the knees, and while smoking his cigarettes, often observed those around him as if they were inferior to him. He was the quieter of the three brothers and I don't remember much about him.
And then there was Ed. Now Ed and I had a personal relationship--unbeknownst to me. I worked at the Tree House when I was a teenager and Ed came into the restaurant on a frequent basis. He usually came in for a cup of coffee and some chatter. Mostly he ranted and raved about how he was "gonna get DRUNK!" Apparently that statement got a "rise" out of people so I think he said it often for that intended purpose. Being the only young girl working at the Tree House, Ed developed a crush on me. He would often order his cup of coffee, give a quarter tip to the waitress with express instructions to give this to "that other girl". I got razzed about it from my friends and co-workers. Then came Valentine's Day. Ed went all over town telling people that he had given his girlfriend "chocolates" for Valentine's Day. Girlfriend--being me! Well, I got no chocolates from Ed--nor from anyone else for that matter. But I got the teasing! A few weeks later I was talking to my Aunt Loraine and she was telling me that her best friend Wanda was surprised on Valentine's Day to open her front door and find a box of chocolates sitting on the step. Wanda had gotten MY CHOCOLATES! What's more--Wanda had eaten those chocolates. I got the razzing--Wanda got the chocolates! The only consolation I got from that situation was the knowledge that Crazy Ed had no idea where I actually lived! Thank heaven for BIG favors!