Friday, January 30, 2015

Verla May Cook-Life Sketch Part Two

Life Sketch of Verla May Cook 
Written by Herself - 1961
Thanks to her son, Veldon Hix for sharing this.

1915-1999
My younger brother, Virgil and I were great pals.  When we were quite young we had a few marbles.  They were so pretty that we wanted to have more.  So we planted them and watered them and watched, but they never grew.  So we thought if we prayed, Heavenly Father would make them grow.  But, He didn=t and we were very disappointed and asked mother why, and she explained to us.  But my dad brought us some more marbles home the next time he went to town.  That was a real treat for us because with such a large family there wasn=t much money for luxuries.

Virgil Nelson Cook


I was baptized while we were living at Ucon, Idaho 30 June 1923 by Howard Andrus and confirmed 1 July 1923 by Robert Andrus.  I attended my second year of school and part of the third and then we moved to Coltman, Idaho.  My 3rd grade teacher there was an old maid (Miss Helena Therneau).  My girl friend (Alaire Young) and I would get our lessons finished and didn=t know what to do, so the teacher would sometimes let us out at noon.  But it would usually take us till night to get home.  We would play along the way picking flowers and gathering pretty rocks or catching skippers in the ditch that ran along the road. 
Alaire Young Hart
1915-2014
Coltman, Idaho

My fourth and fifth grade teacher was Mrs. Robbins and for my sixth and part of seventh, her husband, Mr. Robbins.  They were really good teachers and I really liked them too.  From there we moved to Grant, Idaho and I graduated from the eighth grade there in April, 1930 with a grade average of 89-8/9%.   This was our 7th and 8th grade state exam average.


I began high school at Midway High the next fall after potato harvest.  I had to earn money for clothes and books before I could start.  In the winter, we all had small pox and were quarantined for about three weeks and in the spring, just before the end of school, I was in a school bus wreck and couldn't walk for about 2 months.  I went to school at Midway my sophomore year also, starting after potato harvest.


My third year, when it was time to begin school, I had an ulcerated tooth, so became discouraged and quit.  I had my patriarchal blessing given my 2nd year of high school by Patriarch John Webster.  During the time we lived at Grant, I was Assistant Secretary of the Sunday School for four years, a teacher in the Primary 2 years, and Secretary of the Primary one summer.


We moved to Roberts in January 1935 and I was put in as Secretary of the Sunday School in March 1935 and served until I was married in 1938.  One of the things I liked to do best was sewing so I did most of the sewing for myself and my sisters from the time I was old enough.  In my younger years my brother and I herded cows and rode horsed which I also liked to do.  I also liked to play ball.  The books I remember reading most as a child are: Elsie Dinsmore, The Bird=s Christmas Carol and Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates. 

[I thought it might be fun and interesting to put a little synopsis of the books Aunt Verla remembered from her youth.]

"In this first volume in The Original Elsie Dinsmore Series, sweet, motherless eight-year-old Elsie struggles with several bewildering problems. She has never known her mother, and her relationship with her father is filled with misunderstanding and tears. The young girl learns to depend wholly upon her faith in her heavenly father."



[I read this book for our book club and found it delightful.  No wonder Aunt Verla remembered it.] 
"The Birds' Christmas Carol is a novel by Kate Douglas Wiggin written and published in 1887 and illustrated by Katharine R. Wireman. The story is about Carol Bird, a Christmas-born child, who as a young girl is unusually loving and generous, having a positive effect on everyone with whom she comes into contact. She is the youngest member of her family and has devoted older brothers. At about the age of 5, Carol contracts an unspecified illness (possibly tuberculosis), and, by the time she is 10, she is bedridden; physicians say that she does not have long to live. The novel primarily involves Carol making plans for a Christmas celebration for the nine Ruggles children, a poor, working-class family living near the Birds. The book is a wistful moral tale about a saintly child, but is enlivened by many humorous scenes, particularly those concerning the home life of the Ruggles family."



"Gretel looked at her mother in troubled silence, wondering whether it were very wicked to care more for one parent than for the other-and sure, yes, quite sure, that she dreaded her father, while she clung to her mother with a love that was almost idolatry." from Hans Brinker 

A beloved childhood favorite for a century and a half-and a book that readers continue to enjoy and appreciate long into adulthood. Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates went through more than 100 editions during the author's lifetime alone. "




Friday, January 23, 2015

Verla May Cook-Life Sketch Part One

Life Sketch of Verla May Cook 
Written by Herself - 1961
Thanks to her son, Veldon Hix for sharing this.
1915-1999
My father, James Edward Cook, was born 11 May 1881 at Aurora, Sevier County, Utah.  My mother, Christine Magdalena Buchmiller, was born 5 August 1885 at Rexburg, Madison, County, Idaho.  They were married 16 November 1904 in the Logan LDS Temple in Logan, Utah. 

Lena and Ed Cook

My father went on a mission to California 28 December 1938 and served until 28 February 1939, when he was called home because of the death of a son, Vergil Nelson Cook.  He departed again, taking mother with him 19 December 1939 and returned home 1 April 1940.  He filled a stake mission for Rigby Stake 17 November 1940 until December 1941, or for 14 months.  He and mother served again as stake missionaries from 25 September 1951 to 25 October 1953.

They reared twelve children, all living except one, who died after he had grown to manhood and had been married only 6 months.  My mother is still living and my father passed away 20 October 1960.  My brothers and sisters are: Agnes Levin, Edna Ririe, Carl James Cook, Cleo Earl Cook, Vendetta Wilson, myself, Vergil Nelson Cook, Lila Devera Christensen, Leora Fugal, Reva Maas, Melba Maas, and Theola Simmons.
Seated: Agnes,(insert Vergil) James Edward, Christina Magdalena, Edna
Standing: Cleo, Melba, Reva, Vendetta, Leora, Theola, Lila, Verla, Carl

I was born 24 March 1915 at Taylorville, Bonneville County, Idaho on a dry farm.  I was blessed 6 June 1915 by William Priest.   While just a baby, our house caught fire while my parents were away at church.  My oldest sisters got us all out safely, but we had to live in a granary the rest of the winter. 


 I moved with my family from Taylorville to Shelley, Idaho and from there to Woodville, Idaho, where I began my first year of school.  We lived here in a large house with a big orchard on the place.  My folks stored a lot of apples in bins in the basement and in the winter several times the Indians came to buy some of the apples.  My brother, just younger than I (Vergil) and I were afraid of them and would hide under the table.  They would try to make friends with us and coax us to come out by offering us candy.  We finally made friends with them and got brave enough that when we saw them coming down the road we would go out to the gate and wait for them.  This made them very happy.


Just before my first year of school was over we moved to Ucon, Idaho.  I was ahead of my class in school so my teacher (Miss Olsen) promoted me to the second grade and I didn=t have to go to school anymore that year.  



Friday, January 16, 2015

Carl James Cook-Life Sketch Part 6

Remembrances of Carl James Cook
by his son, Rulon Jay
 
1909-1966
From my first recollection, I remember by father, Carl James Cook,  as the Ward Clerk. It seems like every Sunday was spent waiting for Dad to get out of meeting, but as a result, I got to explore all the little nooks and crannies of the church house. I remember one time while sitting up on the clerk's bench with Dad, I was rocking back and forth in my chair and tipped over with a loud bang - I was so embarrassed. I don't know what Dad thought, but I cried and hid my face for the rest of the meeting.
We had a good home 1ife, my father was a hardworking farmer, who loved the land. He also was very kind and compassionate to those in need as many times he helped a neighbor or a friend when in need or want. He also had a gentle knowing touch with animals - he liked them and they liked him.
I used to go with him to check out the sheep at night and to look for new lambs or marauding dogs. I remember how quickly these sheep- ki11ing dogs were dispatched with a well-placed shot from the old 30-30 Winchester. I used to ride on the back of the Ford Tractor when we fed the sheep hay and grain, the old bucks would bend down to feed and I would hop on their backs and they would then run very fast to the next pile of grain and stop suddenly, throwing me into the snow. Dad used to really laugh at that. One of my most favorite times was when we went fishing with Dad. We spent most of our fishing trip at places such as Medicine Lodge, Camas Creek and Birch Creek. Being the smallest, I usually followed along with Dad and remember one time when I hadn't caught a fish and dad asked me to hold his pole for him while he fixed my line. I caught a big brook trout, the biggest of the day - as I think back on it now, I know he caught the fish and handed me the pole - he was such a good father for a young boy.

I also remember when I got my first BB gun, he used to tell me that he would give me a Penny for every sparrow I shot  mainly because they ate so much of the grain intended for the livestock. I became quite a hunter of sparrows, starlings and other such nuisances.
In hindsight the thing I appreciate most about my father was that he believed in giving his kids responsibility. Even while I was young I remember being given the responsibility of gathering the eggs and feeding and watering the chickens, feeding the bum lambs their milk and helping straw the corrals. Being so young on the farm, I couldn't buck hay or load sacks of potatoes, but it seems like I always drove the tractors.
I was only eleven when my father died, as a matter of fact, he passed away on my birthday. Every time I have a birthday, I think of him and remember the good 'times. Although I was so young when he died, and I don't have a lot of memories, the ones I do have are very special.
My most precious memory that I remember each year on my birthday and at other times is that he loved me very much and I loved him; you never forget memories like that.

Friday, January 9, 2015

If We Only Knew

     I thought since it is still early on in a new year, I would like to share this little poem with you to help us all remember to be extra kind and considerate to all those we love and never take for granted that they will always be here with us.  I am not sure who the author is so I cannot give them credit for this.  Hope you enjoy!

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you walk out of the door,
I would hug you and kiss you and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I heard your name lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word, so I could play it back for days.

If I knew it would be the last time to spare a minute or two,
I'd stop and say "I love you" instead of assuming that you know I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day.
Well, I'm sure you'll have many more,so, I'll let this one slip away.

For surely there is a tomorrow to make up for an oversight,
And we'll always get a second chance to make everything right.
There will always be another chance to say our "I Love Yous",
And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can dos."

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you and hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today might be your last chance to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it all today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you will surely regret the day
That you didn't take the extra time for a smile or hug of kiss.
And you're surely too busy to grant someone what turned our to be their last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today and whisper in their ear.
Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear.
Take the time to say "I'm sorry, please forgive, thank you, or it's OK",
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets today.

I'm taking the chance today to say, "I Love You"
For surely waiting until tomorrow just won't do.
I'd like a chance to start anew.
No more regrets for me or you!

I pray you will want to tell the one, who loves you,
That you feel the same way too.


Friday, January 2, 2015

Happy New Year

     First let me wish all of you a very very Happy New Year!  This year has brought so many many blessings to my family.  In January our granddaughter left to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  She is serving in the California San Fernando Mission.  She is doing great and is a wonderful missionary for our Church.
     We also have a grandson serving in the Minnesota Minneapolis Mission.  He has been out for about a year and a half now.  He has been an Assistant to the President for about six months now.  He is also doing a great job.  We are so proud of these two missionaries and what they are doing.
     In November we had a grandson return home from the North Carolina Charlotte Mission.  It was so good to see him and feel of his testimony.  He returned home the day before Thanksgiving so was able to spend the holiday with all of his family.  He served a well and honorable mission and we are super proud of him too.   We really do have a wonderful family.
     Mark and I were able to travel with Brian, Chris and their daughter, Tori.  We took another Mediterranean Cruise and visited some pretty spectacular places.  We've enjoyed being able to do some traveling.
     We didn't do near enough camping or four wheeling this summer.  I am not sure why but we just didn't find the time to do much.  We did have a family camp out at Birch Creek and sure had a fun time although most of the family weren't able to be there.  We enjoyed the time with those who were able to make it.
     We were able to go to St George with Trevor and his family and then again with Diana and her family.  We had a great time both times and saw some pretty amazing sites.  We were able to take in a session in the St George temple and also to go to a couple of productions at Tuacahn--Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Coat and The Little Mermaid.  Both were amazing and well done.
     As always we are enjoying watching our grandchildren participate in their many activities. Diana's children are all heavily involved in a myriad of activities. Sean ran track and cross country and now is a cheerleader at Madison High School.  Hannah ran track, played JV volleyball and then was moved up to the varsity team for district and state.  Now she is involved in JV basketball.  She is a freshman and quite the star athlete.  She made 27 points at the basketball game the other night.  Berrett and Isaac are both involved in sports also but they are still young and are not involved in school sports yet.
     Shannon has three of her six children married and is the grandmother of 5 and one more on the way.  That makes me the great grandmother of 5 and soon to be six.  Where oh where did the time go?  I am not that OLD!!!!  Brigham is doing gymnastics and I might add doing very well.  Cambria is a cheerleader at Rigby High School and Britton, the newly returned missionary, is enrolled to start college at BYUIdaho in January.
     Brian has 3 children in college now.  None are married yet!  Alanna is the dancer and a mighty fine one at that.  She really does a great job.  Aaron loves basketball and is quite the star there.
     Nancy's family is growing up also.  Jaimee is our sister missionary.  Tucker is doing well in FFA and has earned the right to go to nationals this spring in Oklahoma.  Ty is a freshman and plays soccer for Rigby High.  He is a mighty fine player indeed and it was fun to get to learn a little about soccer.  Kylee and Abby love to do gymnastics and tumbling.  They are growing up way to fast.
     It has been so nice to have Trevor and his family back in the west.  They moved back a couple of years ago from New Jersey.  I love having them close by.  Carter, their oldest, was baptized in December.  Can't believe he is 8 already.  Holland started Kindergarten and Calvin is this cute little 3 year old that can win anyone's heart in a matter of seconds.  We also received the good news that there will be an addition to their family this spring--another little boy.  We are very excited about this new little one.  That will give us 25 grandchildren.  We are so blessed.
     Well this isn't at all what I sent out to write today but it evolved into this recap of  2014. Yes, it was a very good year and we are a very blessed family.

Us and our children
Back row:  Mark and Lois
Middle:  Brian, Diana and Trevor
Front:  Nancy and Shannon