Our trip to the Boston Public Library

 

Joshua: I loved the library with the combination of new and old. I especially liked the lions at the back of the old entrance.

 

Anders: I liked the lions too because they left them unpolished and they look 

pretty natural.

 

Matheson:

I liked that there was a kids section so kids could find books. The houses had book in little cubbies so younger kids could find them easily. I liked that there was a courtyard.
 

 

Megan:

Sandy Osburn history part 4

Ancestors coming to America

Gifford Family

The Gifford family is an old distinguished family and was seated at Hanfleur Normandy three centuries before the conquest of England by William the Conqueror.  Sire Rumdolph de Gifford was a standard bearer in the Battle of Hastings in 1066 and was awarded estates in Somerset and Cheshire.  The Gifford family held great distinction in the English court for several centuries, but during the War of the Roses in the 1400s, George Gifford, the Duke of Buckingham corresponded with the Earl of Richmond and was beheaded for treason and lost his estates.  The family sought redress in court for many generations, but were never able to get their lands returned to them. 

Walter Gifford, the son of Sir Ambrose immigrated to the Massachusetts Bay Colony in 1630.  His son, William was a Quaker and was persecuted for his beliefs, nevertheless, he prospered and owned land in Sandwich, Falmouth and Dartmouth, Massachusetts.

My great-great-great grandfather, Alpheus Gifford, born in 1798 in Adams Massachusetts heard the doctrines of Joseph Smith in the spring of 1831, and believing, he was baptized and purchased five Book of Mormons and brought them home to give to friends.

He went to Kirtland with his brother, Levi and four friends to meet the prophet Joseph.  He was ordained an Elder there and his friends were baptized. On his return home he preached the gospel to his family and they joined the church.  He was called on a mission to that area of Pennsylvania where they lived and baptized many, among whom was Heber C. Kimball and he and his companion also taught Brigham Young.   When he finished his second mission in 1832, Alpheus and Anna took their family to join the Saints in Jackson County, Missouri. 

The Elder Family

Robert Elder, born in 1679 in Scotland, emigrated to the United States from Lough Neagh, county Antrim, Ireland, where he had previously settled.  He located in Paxtang township, then went to Lancaster,  and settled on a tract of land near the first ridge of the Kittochtinny mountains, five miles north  of Harrisburg.  Curtis Theodore Elder, my Great-Grandfather grew up in Kansas.  He and my great-grandmother Grace Elva Mitchell moved to Colorado to farm there. 

The Rockwood Family

Nicholas Rockwood was born in Sussex England in 1628 and emigrated to Massachusetts sometime before 1645 as he married Jane in 1645 in Massachusetts.  Albert Perry Rockwood was born June 9 1805 in Holiston, Massachusetts, the son of Luther and Ruth Perry.  His mother died two months after he was born, so Albert lived with his half-brothers and sisters in the old home until 1827, when he married Nancy Haven.  Their first child, Elizabeth died at the age of eleven years.  Ellen Ackland Rockwood, the second daughter was born March 23, 1829.  She later became a wife of Brigham Young.  Four other children were born to Albert and Nancy, but all died in infancy.  During the year 1837, Brigham Young and Willard Richards came to Holliston, Massachusetts converting many of the people to the gospel,  among whom were Albert Perry Rockwood and his wife Nancy Haven, soon after they moved to Kirtland, Ohio where the Saints were then located. Because of his interest and knowledge of military tactics Albert Perry was appointed to command the prophet’ s body guard and later ranked as general in the Nauvoo Legion. Having been called to fill a vacancy in the First Council of Seventies, Elder Rockwood was ordained and set apart as one of the First Presidents of Seventies at Nauvoo, December  2, 1845. In 1846, he married Elvira T. 'Wheeler  (our ancestor) and' Angeline Horne'.  At the time Elder Rockwood was supervising the granite quarry and several women were concerned about the accidents that were happening at the quarry and went to speak to Elder Rockwood about those concerns.  He told them not to worry and if anything ever happened to their husbands, he would personally take care of them.  Elvira’s first husband, Henry Ammon Wheeler died in 1845 while working in the quarry.  Elvira Teeples Wheeler became Albert Perry Rockwood’s second wife as he made good on his promise after Henry was killed in an accident in the quarry. 

When the Saints left Nauvoo, Brother Rockwood was with Brigham  Young on the first trip, serving as his body guard.  He was chosen as one of the men to accompany the pioneer trek. Brigham Young and two of his brothers, Phineas and Lorenzo D. being in the same company.  Phineas was chosen as captain of this group.  Enroute, Albert assisted in ferrying the pioneers across the Platte River, then came on with his company.  It is known that on July 1^st, Brigham Young became ill with mountain fever.  On Thursday, July 13, Elder Kimball reported that President Young was a little better.  He also said that A.P. Rockwood was a very, very sick man.  Quoting from the journal of July 14^th. “In the fore part of the day, Wilford Woodruff and Barnabas L. Adams rode back about seven miles to visit President Young at his camp on Coyote Creek.  They found him much improved in health and quite cheerful, but they also found Brother Albert P. Rockwood the sickest man of all who had suffered illness in the pioneer company. Wilford Woodruff returned to the main camp for his carriage; which was the easiest riding vehicle in the pioneer camp, so that President Young and Brother Rockwood could ride in it the following day.  July 15^th found the President and Brother Rockwood much improved in health and the ride seemed to refresh the sick brethren. “

A.P. Rockwood accompanied Brigham Young on the return trip to winter quarters on August 26^th.  In July 1849 he returned to Salt Lake Valley with his three wives and a daughter, Mary Ann who had been born to Elviar Wheeler Rockwood, October 15, 1847.  When the Legislative of the Territory of Utah assembly convened , A. P. Rockwood was one of that body.  He was elected and served as a member of this assembly up until his death.  He was elected to the office of warden of the penitentiary January 24, 1862 and it was he who instigated and opened many of the roads in the valley with prison labor.  He was a director and organizer of the Deseret Agricultrual & Manufacturing Society; Road Commissioner of District 11 in Salt Lake County.  In February 1871 A. P. and a group of other men incorporated and sold stock in a fish company.  This led to his appointment by Brigham Young in 1876 as Fish Commissioner for the Territory.  A.P Rockwood married his fourth wife, Juliana Sophia Olson in April, 1863 and in June, 1870 married Susanna Cornwall.  He was the father of 22 children.  He died November 26, 1879, at the age of 74 years in his home in Sugar House Ward, Salt Lake City, Utah.  He is buried in the Salt Lake City cemetery.  

McKibben Family migrated to Lisburn, Ireland from Scotland, then Thomas McKibben immigrated to Pennsylvania sometime in the 1700s.    

Sandy Osburn history part 3

Memories of Grandparents

Grandma Ethel Rockwood was a fabulous cook and I always looked forward to going to her house for Sunday dinner.  She and her friends Minnie Thornton, Mamie Longhurst and Mildred Smith all cooked for the school district for many years and they were all amazing cooks!  Grandma Ethel cooked at Iona Elementary when I was at school there and I always got seconds, if I wanted them.  She later moved to Bonneville High School, so when I was in high school I would get to see her at lunch time.  She often brought left-overs home (it was allowed back then).  My favorite lunch at school was chili and cinnamon rolls that were nearly as big as the lunch tray. They also made peanut butter balls.  Grandma Ethel rarely used a recipe, she just knew how much to put in.  Her home-made rolls were the Best and that is what I test any good roll against.  Some of my favorite things that grandma Ethel made: angel food cake, carrot pudding, roast beef and gravy.  Grandma Ethel and her friend Minnie “wall-papered” all over Eastern Idaho to earn extra money.  They finally quit when they were both in their 80s.  Grandma Ethel was also a talented seamstress.  She could look at a dress in the store and come home and sew it!  She made Linda and I many cute dresses over the years.    I always felt loved and welcome anytime at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.  I would often walk to their home after school, where Grandma always had cookies and milk waiting.  If she wasn’t home, she always told me to help myself – and there were always cookies in her cookie jar.  I liked to sleep over at their house and did so often.  One evening, when I was in college, my date couldn’t get up the hill to our house because a storm had come in and the snow was drifted too high across the road, so I just had him take me to Grandma Ethel’s and I knocked on her door at 1:00 a.m. and stayed the night with them. 

Grandpa Warren Rockwood was a farmer and he loved rodeo and horses.  He rode in the Bonneville posse and we would get to see him in every parade and at the rodeo.  When we were up at the dry farm, Grandpa Warren would always help me get the horse from the pasture and bridle and saddle him.  He smoked for many years, and was a little taciturn, but after he quit smoking, his personality changed and he was jovial and more outgoing.  I figure he just didn’t feel very good all those years. 

Grandma Ruby Gifford was a gifted artist.  She did oil painting, but her joy was making sculptures.  She would sculpt, usually horses or people in clay, then make a rubber cast mold over the clay.  Then she poured the plaster into the mold.  Once the plaster was cast, she would sand it carefully, then paint in all the details.  She made tiny bridles and saddle for the horses, and built small wagons for them to pull.  The cowboys had on jeans, chaps and fringed shirts and hats.  It was delightful to watch her work and see her art work when she was finished.  Grandma Ruby was also a really good cook.  Grandpa Milo would bet us that we couldn’t eat one of Grandma’s flapjacks . . . and he was right, her flapjacks were bigger than the plate!

Grandpa Milo Gifford liked to try his hand at all kinds of things.  He came from a farming background, so that is what he mostly did, but he liked to move and change jobs every few years.  He farmed, owned a grocery store, a restaurant, a dairy farm, worked on a ranch, and went back to farming. 

It was fun going to their home when they had the dairy farm up in Star Valley Wyoming.  I don’t think we ever got up early enough to “help” Grandpa Milo milk the cows way early in the morning, but we’d join him when he came in for a big breakfast of flapjacks, eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy and fresh milk.  After breakfast  he’d put all five of us cousins up on his huge Clydesdale workhorse and we’d help get the cows out to their pasture and bring them in again to be milked in the late afternoon.  It was fun to help grandpa set the water for irrigation and Grandma always made huge meals to feed all of us.  They had a Victorola that we would crank up and dance to “Big Rock Candy Mountain,” “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes,”  or “Over the Rainbow.” 

Sandy Osburn history part 2

Favorite Memories

Some of my favorite memories were camping in the summer.  We often went up to Palisade Reservoir, where we camped in a tent and spent the week-end skiing and fishing.  Our summers were spent up at the Dry farm, where we lived in a Railroad Box car that my parents converted into a cozy home.  I have lots of fond memories spending the summers there. There was lots of work to do, but we would go for rides to get watercress, explore a new area, or just climb a mountain to take in the vista.  We also rode horses a lot at the dry farm, which I enjoyed doing. In the evenings, my parents would light the kerosene lamps and we would play cards or read.   

Family Traditions

We went to Green Canyon Hot Springs to swim on Easter week-end nearly every year and to have a picnic with Glen and Rita Clark and their family or Wayne and Virginia Jackson. If it was too rainy or cold to go, Mom would spread a blanket on our living room floor and we would have an indoor picnic.  My mom would make lots of candy for Christmas - she made divinity, fudge, chocolate covered nuts and hand-pulled taffy, which we loved helping her make. We went down to Grandma Ethel and Grandpa Warren's home often for Sunday Dinners. 

Sandy Osburn History Part 1

My Parents

My mother, Venna Gifford was born in Woodville Idaho where her parents had a farm near the Snake River.  They didn't have any insulation in the house and the children slept upstairs.  She remembers taking hot potatoes and heating up rocks to put in their bed to keep out the cold.  She woke up many mornings with frost on the ceiling. They bathed once a week in a metal tub.  Because she was the youngest, she always had to go last and she said she hated getting into that gray, cold water.  She enjoyed riding horses.  Their family moved to Firth when she was in third grade and she loved it because she made friends quickly and felt like she fit in.  Because they lived in town, instead of out in the country she could go play at friends homes and walk to the store.  This home also had insulation and was nice and warm.  Grandpa Milo bought a grocery store in Iona, Idaho and they moved there when Mom was in Junior High.  She really enjoyed living in Iona and made many friends there.  When she was in high school, her parents sold the grocery store and bought a restaurant in Idaho Falls and moved to Idaho Falls.  Venna didn't want to change schools, so she arranged to ride to school each morning with one of the teachers at Iona High School.  

My father, Larry Rockwood was born in Iona, Idaho.  His grandfather, Amos had homesteaded dry farm acreage in the foothills 20 miles east of Iona.  Amos sold the dry farm to my father's father, Warren Rockwood and the irrigated farm in Iona was sold to Uncle Bruce Rockwood.  My father grew up between Iona and the dry farm and he still loves going there.  He was a farmer and rancher all his life.  He raised cattle and grew wheat, alfalfa, barley and rye. My father enjoyed all kinds of sports and was on the championship basketball team when he was in high school, where his nickname was "Red" . . . a little for his hair and a little for his temper.  

Mom and Dad met in high school, but didn't start dating until Venna and her friend Lisa Walker met my Dad and Floyd Gifford (Mom's brother) and some other friends at the Idaho State Fair in Blackfoot.  They spent the day playing carnival games and riding the carnival rides.  The boys asked the girls if they would like a ride home and everyone piled into Larry's car.  A policeman stopped them on the way home because they had too many people in the front seat.  

My parents married on January 5, 1950 and lived in a little trailer in Iona for about a year.  They purchased a one room "basement" house around the corner from Warren and Ethel Rockwood in Iona, where they lived until 1954 when they purchased a home in Ucon, Idaho.  My mom really loved that Ucon house.  It was huge compared to their little basement home - it  had three bedrooms and a bath upstairs and another bedroom, laundry, storage and coal furnace downstairs.  It had a huge yard and was irrigated from the canal across the street.  We loved irrigation day because the lawn would be flooded with water and we would splash and run and play in the water.  My parents always had a huge garden.  We also had chickens and a milk cow.  They pretty much grew or raised nearly everything we ate.  In 1957, Venna and Larry purchased 10 acres of land a mile east of Iona, where they began building a new home.  They did not get a loan, they paid cash for everything and did most of the work themselves. They hired out the things they could not do, such as plastering the walls, which our friend, Kenny Davis did.  We moved into our new home the summer of 1958.  We didn't have carpet or curtains for a few years.  Mom "painted" the press board floors to make it look better.  

Larry farmed, and raised Hereford and Black Angus cattle.  To make extra money he refereed high school basketball games in the winter.  He once refereed a game when the Harlem Globetrotters came to Idaho Falls.  During the game, one of the Globetrotters didn't like one of Larry's calls, so this tall black giant bent down, picked up my Dad and put him on his shoulder and ran down the court, playing basketball carrying my dad with him.  The crowd loved it!  Larry and Venna square danced for years and were on bowling leagues.  They had a group of friends that played cards together every week on Friday night. Dad liked to fish and hunt.  He loves being outdoors and exploring the back roads.  Venna took an oil painting class and began painting landscapes.  She is a talented artist and has done many paintings for family and local businesses.  She and her friends restored the Old Rock Church in Iona where they could paint and teach painting classes.  Venna loved water skiing and would go every chance she would get.  One autumn, Mom and Dad went fishing up at Palisade and at the end of the day, Venna decided she wanted to water ski back to the docks.  So she put on her swimsuit and skied past lots of fishermen who were dressed in their warm jackets, hats and gloves.  She just loved skiing that much and she never had a wetsuit, or she would have probably skied year round!  Venna worked side by side with my sister Linda and I when we were old enough to pick potatoes.  We did this every year to earn money for school clothes and spending money.  She later worked for the Idaho Sugar Beet company and worked in the scale house where the big trucks came in to be weighed before dumping the sugar beets to be processed.  She also was a Pink Lady for many years and enjoyed working in the hospital where she enjoyed learning a lot about medical treatments and purchased books to learn even more. 

Ray Osburn Personal History

From Ray

My mother grew up in Memphis Missouri, my father Hanford, California

My mother loved to sew, 

My father enjoyed playing pool down at the bar on his way home from work. 

When I was young, my father would take me to work with him from time to time. On the way home, we often stopped at Bryces Brown Bottle. There, the owner, and bartender would pay me 1 cent for every time I would rack the balls on the pool table. After earning 15 cents, I could earn enough to buy a can of Lipton Iced Tea. My dad would stay and drink with his buddies, play pool, and do what ever until around 9 or 10 pm, then we would head home. On good nights, I would get dinner before going home.

My father worked building swimming pools, my mother worked for Martin Marrietta, then Gates rubber company - both doing keypunch

I enjoyed Saturday evening with my mother as a kid, we would watch what ever was on TV, and walk to U Totem (convenience store) to spend $1 to get a Quart bottle of Coke, and a candy bar for each of us.

When I was about 3, or 4 years old, I recall camping at Geneva Basin. My dad had a Coors porcelain beer mug that was about a 1/2 ounce. He would give me a beer. While the rest of the men were around the  campfire, I would take the empty beer cans, use a can opener and take the rest of the steel can lid off the can, and put some holes in the side of the can. I would tie bailing wire to it, go down to the stream to fill the can, and come back to the fire to boil the water away. I would do this over and over. 

Best time as a family, was on Sunday evening, we would watch Wonderful World of Disney together. Best is when it was funny, as we would laugh away loudly.

My mother's parents, We went out to their home for usually about four days a year over spring break. This was about 40 miles from Nauvoo. They would give us $5 each (Mindy and I), and we would go to Places 5 & 10 store, and find some great toy to play with. I remember their home, but the thing I remember the most was playing Rook card game. I don't recall much of the game, but they liked to play Rook. We would also watch Hee Haw on what ever evening it was on TV,  I'd say that we went to their house maybe 6 or 7 times total. They never traveled to our home in Denver.

My father's mother lived in her home in Hanford, CA. We drove out there around Thanksgiving of 1970. It was the only time I ever went there, or met my grandmother. My grandfather died in 1966. I never met him. I recall we went to a cotton mill for an impromptu tour, and watched West Side Story some evening we were there. I don't recall anything else about my grandmother. She died in 1971. 

I don't recall any family traditions.

If genealogy is correct, Then on my mother's side, they came across around 1630, in a boat called the Arabella. 

On my father's side, in the early 1800's they were in Greene County, Indiana. It was in the late 1700's that is where the trail ends in Orange County Tennessee. 

My mother worked for IBM (unless incorrect) in SF during WWII. 

Ingeborg Cecelia Lindstrom

INGEBORG CECELIA LINDSTROM by Inga Cecelia Lindstrom Dabell Tyler. This is a sketch of the brief life of a pretty blonde Swedish girl named Ingeborg Cecelia Lindstrom. Ingeborg was born March 1, 1904 in Vryan, Vastmanland, Sweden. The day of her arrival a Jewish peddler stopped at the home and saw a freshly butchered hog hanging in the yard. When he was informed there was a new baby in the house he proclaimed, “One born; One dead!” As the school children came walking home through the field that afternoon, someone met them with the news that they had a new baby sister. The parents of Ingeborg are John Alfred Lindstrom and Matilda Erickson Walter. There were four brothers and a sister to love and care for this sixth child which completed the family circle: Harold Alrich, John Mauritz, Stannie Elisabeth Matilda, Godfrey Gustave and Gustav Adolf. Ingeborg's father was a hard working farmer, director for a land owner. The common citizens in Sweden were not allowed by the government to have deeds for acreages, so were subservient to the upper class. Father John had a brother Gustav… known as Uncle... who had yielded to the lure of 'free America' and had taken his family there to partake of its opportunities. A verse to a family reunion song written by Ingeborg's niece, Alice Matilda Lindstrom Shumaker, portrays the over simplified situation: “In Tillberga, Sweden where the Lindstrom family had Half a dozen children …then the times were pretty bad. 'Join us in America, ‘suggested brother Gus; You'll see the land is almost free And you can live with us.’” So Ingeborg's family put their sights, hopes and a strange new land... but left much of their heart with dear friends, close family members and the family members and the familiar customs and routines of everyday living. She left the little village of Lelisjor with her family to travel by train to Eskalstuna where here grandmother, Karolina Walter lived. After a couple of days visiting and farewells they took a train to Gotenburg where they boarded a boat and had a wild stormy ride across the North Sea to Hull, England. Another train took the overland to Liverpool, England where they embarked on the ship, Westerland to set sail for Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S.A The voyage wasn't too rough but the food was hardly palatable especially to sea sick passengers. Still another train tooted and chugged its way across the United States to deliver the family to Salt Lake City, Utah. A cousin, Godfrey Lindstrom, met their train and the first thin~ he said was "Ar du Lindstrom?" This seemed a strange greeting since he didn't introduce himself first. There they got on a street car... more rails ... and rode to 48th Street in Murray… now 4800 South. After a walk of about three quarters of a mile to a community called New Sweden they arrived at the home of Gustav and Alma Carrie Lindstrom to stay for a couple of weeks until they could get their own home. This home is still being occupied. It was November 1906... Ingeborg a mere two and a half years old. Ingeborg's father and older brothers, Harold and John, 18 and 15 years old, soon had work in the copper smelter industry. The dark, smelly, noisy, hot and heavy labor didn't fulfill their dreams but it helped put a down payment on LAND. "Pa" and his brother, Gus, took a trip up to Idaho to visit their Ernest Erickson friends who helped them locate farmland. About two years after arriving in Murray, both families loaded all their possessions on the same railroad box car and moved to Lewisville, Idaho to eventually settle permanently on their own property. It was March 1908. As the Swedish children entered the English speaking schools they became the brunt of a lot of meanness and heartless teasing from their peers, both in Murray and in Lewisville. During recess they would be surrounded by kids yelling, “Say your name! Say your name!” When all the kids were making snowballs they were told to get outside the group so the snowballs could fly in their direction. Ingrebord started to school in the big gray stone two-story building in Lewisville. She tried to get her brothers to play school with her but when unsuccessful she used the pet cats and dog for students. She loved to run and at celebrations, whenever there was a lineup for foot races, she usually came out the winner. Her older brothers were her best competition. A classmate, a Jardine girl, in 1980said that she remembered Inga and how her older brothers, Gus and Godfrey looked after her. If anyone tried to give her trouble they were close by. They also showed her courtesies and attention that made the other girls envious. This happy, bright ray of sunshine was not to linger very long here. The fatal malfunction of her body causing sugar diabetes took her strength and good health. No medical help had been developed. With heavy hearts her parents observed her decline until one night her mother heard her get up in the night for a drink of water. By morning she was in a coma, never to open her eyes to see or speak to her family again in this mortal life. Twelve years of age, she died the 26th of January 1916 at her home two and a half miles west of Lewisville. The whole school grieved at the sad news. Her older brother, Godfrey came home from his school at Albion, Idaho for her funeral.
Ingeborg was a member of the Lutheran Church. A family friend, W. W. Selck, felt bad that he wasn't asked to say anything at her funeral as he thought so much of her parents. We had complete trust in John Alfred's word in business dealings. No signatures were necessary. The entire family was imbued with this same integrity. Ingeborg's mortal body rests in the Lewisville Cemetery, Jefferson County, Idaho. A white granite gray stone foundation marks her grave. A spray of daisies adorns the following inscription: INGEBORG C. LINDSTROM MAR. 1, 1904 - JAN 29, 1916 Her spirit, the Eternal Ingeborg, is as alive, busy and involved in activities as anyone reading this. This is the testimony of her niece and namesake, Inga Cecelia Lindstrom Dabell Tyler. Written October 1983

Source: https://www.familysearch.org/photos/artifacts/19020694?p=6678498&returnLabel=John%20Alfred%20Lindstrom%20(KVLR-V3V)&returnUrl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.familysearch.org%2Ftree%2Fperson%2Fmemories%2FKVLR-V3V

Ray's Memories

My mother grew up in Memphis Missouri, my father Hanford, California

My mother loved to sew, 

My father enjoyed playing pool down at the bar on his way home from work. 

When I was young, my father would take me to work with him from time to time. On the way home, we often stopped at Bryces Brown Bottle. There, the owner, and bartender would pay me 1 cent for every time I would rack the balls on the pool table. After earning 15 cents, I could earn enough to buy a can of Lipton Iced Tea. My dad would stay and drink with his buddies, play pool, and do what ever until around 9 or 10 pm, then we would head home. On good nights, I would get dinner before going home.

My father worked building swimming pools, my mother worked for Martin Marrietta, then Gates rubber company - both doing keypunch

I enjoyed Saturday evening with my mother as a kid, we would watch what ever was on TV, and walk to U Totem (conveniene store) to spend $1 to get a Quart bottle of Coke, and a candy bar for each of us.

When I was about 3, or 4 years old, I recall camping at Geneva Basin. My dad had a Coors porceline beer mug that was about a 1/2 ounce. He would give me a beer. While the rest of the men were around the  campfire, I would take the empty beer cans, use a can opener and take the rest of the steel can lid off the can, and put some holes in the side of the can. I would tie bailing wire to it, go down to the stream to fill the can, and come back to the fire to boil the water away. I would do this over and over. 

Best time as a family, was on Sunday evening, we would watch Wonderful World of Disney together. Best is when it was funny, as we would laugh away loudly.

My mother's parents, We went out to their home for usually about four days a year over spring break. This was about 40 miles from Nauvoo. They would give us $5 each (mindy and I), and we would go to Places 5 & 10 store, and find some great toy to play with. I remember their home, but the thing I remember the most was playing Rook card game. I don't recall much of the game, but they liked to play Rook. We would also watch Hee Haw on what ever evening it was on TV,  I'd say that we went to their house maybe 6 or 7 times total. They never traveled to our home in Denver.

My father's mother lived in her home in Hanford, CA. We drove out there around Thanksgiving of 1970. It was the only time I ever went there, or met my grandmother. My grandfather died in 1966. I never met him. I recall we went to a cotton mill for an impromptu tour, and watched West Side Story some evening we were there. I don't recall anything else about my grandmother. She died in 1971. 

I don't recall any family traditions.

If geneology is correct, Then on my mother's side, they came across around 1630, in a boat called the Arabella. 

On my father's side, in the early 1800's they were in Greene County, Indiana. It was in the late 1700's that is where the trail ends in Orange County Tennesee. 

My mother worked for IBM (unless incorrect) in SF during WWII. 

Written by Raymond Osburn

Anders Zanders

Speak:
Ok. ooooooooooo kay!. OkokokokO -Yes
Mama
Go
da-Down
bye
maow-meow-Any animal
oof- woof-sometimes dogs
kak!- quack-duck



Sign:
please
more
nurse
thank you
splash-swim or bathe

Understand:
FOOD
GO
stroller
daddy
drink
Open
toss
music
dance
call
sleep
change diaper
splash

Today, at storytime, Anders walked up to the front and J jumped up, put his arm around him, and said to the teacher, "This is my friend Anders." :-)

Bedtime story

I was exhausted and told Joshua it was his turn to tell me a story the other night at bedtime and here's what he said:

J: Once little....uh...once a little time little...
M:Once upon a time....
J: Once a little time...Joshua made a ball from playdough. Uh...made a ball of snow. Toss it a (to) mom. Hit mom!

We have since seen the movie Frozen and his stories now include snowmen and ice castles and reindeer.

1/21/14
M: Today we're going to clip your nails!
J: No no!
M: Yes  yes.
J: (real *couch cough*) Clippers make me sick, mom.

2/3/14
Trying to doorbell ditch the nieghbors after we "heart attack"ed them.
J: Hallo! Hallo! (peeking through the crack) We have pretty hearts! Hallo!