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Monday, December 17, 2012

HERE, NOW, ME!!

What if...

Yesterday I heard someone soliciting donations of 'stuffies' for the children that have suffered trauma in recent sad events. They were providing an address back east, that the things to express comfort and hope to hurting children, could be sent to. 

It didn't feel right. 

I have been thinking since then - what if I sent comfort to each one of my grandchildren? Surely they feel frightened by such things too. That might help them know there are 'helpers' - loving arms and hands that are just for them.

And what if I sent my niece's children some kind of comfort? They are asking their mom why this happened. Like the rest of us she doesn't know. I have many nieces and nephews. They have many children. How can I possibly comfort each one of them? Although that is impossible for me to send tangible gifts, it is important that each one knows there are helpers that love them, will care if they are not happy and will do what ever they can.

I hope I have smiled at each of them when we met.
I hope they remember when they met me at our reunion.
I hope my own family is not afraid, or alone.
I hope they know I will always love them and help them.

And what if I took some things down to the local school tomorrow, before it is released for the holidays on Friday? I wish I could give every single child, at every single school here a 'stuffie' and a hug. I wish I could do the same thing for their teachers and other school staff.

I can't. I have an idea but no money. I do have words though. I can send cards and letters and e-mails to many. And I can send up prayers - especially I can send prayers.

So who do you know that may need some comfort?
They may need it right now.
A child? Or an adult? 

Who can we each be a little more kind and gentle to? 
Who can each of us reach out to in comfort?
What about saying thanks to someone for something?

Is there a place or a person where we can help to diminish fear? 

Is there a way we can speak or act more kindly?

Can we do this?
Especially among our own? 
Our own families? 
Our own schools? 
Our own communities? 

Let's try, please.

PLEASE.

Let's try!



Thursday, December 13, 2012

DEAR BENJAMIN

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Before you were born I was very ill.
Doctors told us I might not live.
Each day I lived was one more day you lived.

There have been many people that help you 'live'.
I am very grateful to each of them.
I am especially grateful to your good wife.
Please say 'thank you' to her for me.

And Benjamin, on the day of the miracle of your birth - your yearly anniversary of  life, I want you to know I am grateful to you too. I am grateful for your example of courage. It has taken great courage to just be alive each day. It has taken additional courage and tenacity to 'live' each day and not wallow in self pity. Thank you for your example in living life without misery.

Some may say you are stubborn. It can seem so, but in reality you are steadfast. Your heart is good and you know how to be steady and determined in making careful choices and then sticking to them. That takes more courage than most of us ever have.

I also admire your courage to serve. I have watched you love and serve your family. This is the most important thing each of us can ever do - to love one another, serve and help one another, and pray for and forgive one another. I have heard you pray in faith. I have seen you forgive. I have watched you serve those around you. You do it well and with good cheer.

Henry B Eyring said, " ... Never, never underestimate the spiritual value of doing temporal things well for those whom you serve. ... Be their servants, and you will love them. And they will feel your love. And more important they will feel God's love." (Ensign, Feb 2004, 13-14)

When we serve others with love we begin to see the good in those we serve, and they begin to see the good in us. In your work and in your callings you serve many people beyond your family. Our Savior, Jesus Christ, is our ultimate example of service and love: and a supreme example of great courage and steadfastness.

We love you Benjamin.
We hope you have a wonderful day.
Welcome to being 30 and over.
You have 'arrived'.






Tuesday, December 11, 2012

DEAR DAVID

-
Happy Birthday!

Alliteration is almost always nice. I know you like to be called Dear David, partly because of that. You love words and you love to play with words.

You also know the power of words.

Words can be kind or cruel.
Words can cut or comfort.

I love you and look up to your courage. When you learn truth you take hold of it and change whatever there is in your life that needs to be changed. Thank you David.

My father is a man of such courage. New things and ideas are challenges that never seemed to daunt him. He learned to ski at age 50 and this week at 85 he asked to be my friend on Facebook!!

Bring the smelling salts please!

My father also has great moral courage.
He is an example to his numerous posterity.

We look to you, David, to be led in such things.
You are like him in many ways.
A reflection in more than numbers of an age.
(He pointed out that you are the reverse of his age.)

What a surprise to see your recent FB post.
Thanks for your courage.
Thanks for your willingness to learn, and change.

I saw the posts that caused you to write your bold statement.
It bears repeating.

Thanks you for your words.
They are wonderful.

"I have seen going around Facebook a post about how wonderful it was to be raised by parents who spanked.

"I was one of those who spanked. I sincerely regret ever having done so. I want to share a childhood experience. I was hiking with my father and stepped in a cactus. It stuck in my Achilles tendon. It was too painful to take it out. My father pulled it out for me and continued without another thought about it.

"At that moment I would have done anything for my father.

"When we raise our children we need to teach by precept. We need to give them all the information they need, then we need to have them give it back to us, so that we are sure they understand. We need to teach them to be good and nice.

"We need to teach by example. Hitting - in anyway - is not goodness or kindness. It is not being nice.


"If I spanked you, I'm sorry. It was not nice. I promise never to do it again. (Of course I could not spank you. I mean I will not spank your children and I hope that you will not either.) Please do not follow my bad example."

Thank you David Dear; thank you for leading out.
Thank you for your courage and humility.
Love Linda






Thursday, December 6, 2012

DEAR BECKHAM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Papa is 49 years more than you are!
He is sad because he will never be 50 years older than you.
But he says he will keep trying. LOL
Every year he will still have his birthday after you do!

I can't believe another birthday cake is coming!
Papa says you should come help him eat his birthday cake.
He helped me eat mine.
Now he can't go on the roof any more.

Remember to be very careful about eating birthday cake!

Did you have any teeth fall out this year?
Did you get glasses?
Did your ears get any bigger?
What about your nose?
Are you bald?
Did your hair get gray?
Are you old yet?

Great Grandpa Doc always said that 'old' was 10 years older than him. Is your mom old? How about your dad? Be sure to warn them about birthday cake.

We love you and miss you.
Glad you got our letter.

Love Papa-pa and Grandma Ames


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

DEAR DAD


HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

When I met David you were twice as old as we were!
We thought that was fairly old!
Now we are older than that.

Last year David told Beckham to beware of cake.
Birthday cake makes you old.

It makes your hair go gray - or white,
or fall out so you are bald!

And your teeth can fall out too!
Everybody knows sugar is bad for teeth.

Birthday cake is very dangerous.

 It can also make your eyes need glasses,
your ears get bigger,
and your nose get longer,
and your toes disappear!

Beckham was at the 'losing and growing teeth' stage.
He loved his Papa-pa's fun joke!
Now he teases back and warns us about cake.

On  a more serious note -
Thanks Dad for your example in so many ways.
You have great moral courage.

You especially model joy in living.
And kindness.

I grew up with your gentle kindness.
It was an example to me of how to be a parent.
Words of disappointment were worse that a spanking.

Thanks.

I well remember when someone new to the family told you that joking sarcasm was not funny. I hadn't seen it her way before. You immediately recognized that truth and began to teach all of us to speak more kindly. We needed that - from her and you - but especially from you. We needed your loving guidance and example.

We will always need it.
I love you dad.
I hope your birthday is wonderful!

Sunday, December 2, 2012

MEMORIES OF MOM AMES

Today, 2 December 2012, marks the 92nd anniversary of the birth of Katherine May Shelton Ames.

Dawn and Katherine Ames 13 September 1947 Indianapolis Indiana

Her first child, Dawn Darlou, generously shares a few memories about Mom Ames as a guest blogger for the occasion. Thank you, DD, for this post.

"Katherine May Shelton was born December 2, 1920, in a snow storm, in a one room cabin way up in the hills of Washington. A little place called Winesap. Her Dad (Clarence Charles Shelton) had the flu and was too sick to go for a doctor so her mom (Sarah Isabel McNicholl Shelton) walked to the neighbor’s farm to ask them to go for the Doctor. They in turn walked to the sawmill to ask someone to go for help. Sarah went back to the cabin to wait for whichever came first; and of course it was my Mom.

"She had 3 older brothers (Herman, Charlie, Gib) and 2 younger brothers (Gerald and Donny); then when she was 21 her half sister was born. She was especial fond of her youngest brother Donald. She recalled that the day he was born they were sent to their cousins to play for the day and had a great time. They had to walk quite a distance to get there and on the way encountered a rattlesnake and got to have a car ride home. She remembers him being so beautiful that she fell asleep leaning on her mother’s bed looking at the baby; that she didn't know how he got there or if they got to keep him. She was 4 at the time.

"She was very sick when she was about 5, I think, and had to go to the hospital. I never knew all the details because she didn't like to talk about it but the inside of her nose had to be scraped and the doctor left the swabbing in and it rotted and she got sicker.

"Their family never had much, and lived in small houses all around Chelan County, mostly living off the land and what jobs her mom could get cooking and cleaning for others or at camps. Her dad was a woodsman. She told stories of going hunting with him and him telling her to find her own way home by following her feelings. She loved going to school and talked about living with other families when she was in grade school and ‘batching’ with her brothers when she started the 8th grade so they would be able to be close to a school to go to. Batching seemed to mean basically living on their own - mostly her and Gerald and Donny. During the depression they had very little to eat and they would go away from the other students during lunch because they didn't want people to know they only had an apple to share and would milk the horse for something to drink.

"One time one of the richer families in town got the 7 year itch. (I never was sure what that is equivalent to today.) The mother was so embarrassed and upset that no one else in the school had it that she asked if Mom could come over for a sleep over. Of course Mom caught it and took it home to her brothers who got it too and took it to school and everyone else in the school got it. They had to take sheep dip baths every night until they got rid of it. (I am guessing it was some kind of fleas or something like that) 

"Mom loved the animals that roamed the mountains around them but she had a healthy respect of the cougars. My memory fails me in remembering if it is one or two stories that she told but there was a large cougar that followed her and Gerald and Donny home one night and she figured the only reason it didn’t attack was because they had their horse with them. As I remember it there had been a cougar in the area that had killed a little boy and when they killed the cougar they found the little boy’s open jack knife in its stomach. They guessed that it was the same one that had followed them home.

"She also gained a great knowledge of the things you could eat to survive and those that were not good for you. She told of how they use to chew pine pitch for gum but one night after chewing it all day Herman died during the night and her parents work until dawn reviving him (moderation in all things). She wanted to be a botanist and learn all she could about plants. After her children had all left home she did do a correspondence course and became a licensed Herbologist. She also took art classes and learned how to draw the plants and flowers with very good detail. She liked to paint old homesteads and mountain type scenery. She carried her camera with her whenever she was out so she could take a photo if she saw something she wanted to paint. 

"When she was about 15 there was a great religious upheaval in the surrounding communities and she attended some of the tent meetings but didn't think if God was a loving God that he would not like you to dress nice and to sing and dance so she decided to pray about it. She went out behind the barn and started to pray. She prayed for a long time and while she was praying a light came out of heaven it scared her so bad that she turned away. When she opened her eyes again she was laying on her back but she knew in her heart that there was a God and he loved her and it wasn't the God that the preacher’s were trying to sell to the people in that area. So when the missionaries came to visit with Dad many years later and she heard Joseph Smith’s experience she knew immediately that this was the church she should join when Dad figured it out. She loved the Lord and passed that on to her children. She seemed to have insight into many things that most of us just hope for, because she knew how to listen and act on the things of the spirit.

Katherine May Shelton and Wallace Will Ames 1942

"The first time she saw Dad she knew he was the man she was to marry. Our parents had a very special bond that most of us only wish we had with our spouses. Such as writing answers to a question at the same time as the question is being written while they were apart from each other during military service. She had that same bond with her children. She loved kids and wanted to use her growing up experiences so she was both a Cub Scout Leader and a Girl Guide Leader. 

"She became a seamstress and during the war she learned to use industrial machines and made tents for the soldiers. When my Dad first went out on his own and started his practice she kept things a float by taking in sewing. She had an old treadle White and we could often hear it going into the wee hours of the morning. She did a lot of other jobs during the war like wallpapering and some construction work. There were no men to do these jobs and she wasn't afraid of ‘mans’ work. 

"She always made sure her family was taken care of and we never went to bed hungry. When I was about 8 my dad was very sick and couldn't work so she made paper roses which were very beautiful. You couldn't tell them from the real thing unless you touched them, and I went door to door selling them.
"She loved her grandchildren and would give them all the time and love they would except she spoiled them but not with worldly things. My kids called her their 'witch Grandma' and still do. They called her a witch because she was always picking some kind of plant and drying in saying what it would be good for, she was so good a fixing things, she always had something brewing and she could twitch her nose.


"She didn't like wasting - especially food; kids that whined about what was put in front of them to eat; and people without good manners: table manners were the most irritating (especially from men).

"She loved to do anything crafty and was homemaking leader several times [for the Relief Society of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints]. Crochet, Candlewicking, embroidering, needle point, cruel, paint on cloth and oil painting, wood carving, beading , Indian beading and costume making, (including dyeing the feathers - PU ! yes, it smelled very bad when she was boiling Chicken feathers) and of course dress making, weaving (she had a loom at one time for bigger things). She collected and pressed flowers.

"Anything lovely, virtuous or of good report she sought after those things."

Monday, November 26, 2012

DEAR GINGER

40!

Really? It seems impossible to me!

I had grandchildren by the time I was 40.
You are definitely not old enough for that!

Don't you dare!!
(Just kidding.)

But I think we are safe at this point. WHEW!!! But the time is getting closer. I think on that often. I could be a great grandmother before I am 60. That is simply mind boggling.

As I think on such things I become aware of how much it has meant to me to be your mom. Having children, and then grandchildren, and now anticipating another new adventure with great grandchildren is the best thing that has ever happened in my life. Nothing else is as wonderful or rewarding.

It is wonderful to see the kind and considerate woman you have become. It is so great to see you organize community projects, guide youth, forgive others and serve with so much compassion and enthusiasm in so many ways. 

Happy Birthday daughter of mine.
Happy Happy Birthday.
And many more.

I love you and wish we lived closer.
Love Mom

Saturday, November 24, 2012

THE WORK OF WALLACE WILL AMES


Papa has written about the work his father did and graciously agreed to be a guest blogger in honor of his father's birthday - Saturday, 24 November 1921. Special thanks for sharing, David. 

1965 Wallace Will Ames

"My father told us stories; stories of his childhood; stories of War, of blessings, of work and of whatever came to mind in the situation which inspired the memory.  We loved to listen.  He stories were real life true adventures which he had experienced. 

"My father worked and taught us by precept and example how to do the same.  He tells about plowing with his uncle’s unmatched horses.  When the horses got to the end of the row, they could not work together to turn the plow to go back the other way.  While uncle went to get a whip to help the horses, dad - just a young boy - unhitched one, turned the plow with the other, then hitched them back together.  Uncle was not grateful and warned him severely about spoiling his horses. 

"The first job my father ever told me about was working for a Greek restaurant.  We loved hearing him quote his boss, “Don’t say nothing for the Greeks.”  His boss was a man who was ready to defend his people at all times.  Working for the Greeks Dad became one of his people.

"When Dad first started, all of the other workers spoke in Greek when they didn’t want him to understand what they were talking about.  He decided to do something about that.  While he went about his work from day to day he would listen carefully to what they said.  One day the boss said something and Dad answered in Greek.  After the initial surprise, disbelief, “Who taught you to talk like that?” and denials that such a thing was possible Dad became a Greek.  The boss finished teaching him how to speak that language. 

"His ability to acquire a language would serve him well in the military.  When he was about 17 he joined the National Guard 1. His older brother, Charlie, was in the CCC’s (Civilian Conservation Corps).  Before Dad turned 18 World War II had begun and he wanted to join the army.  The Guard did not want to let him go until he was enlisted.  The army couldn't take him until he was released.  Dad was persistent.  To resolve the issue the army recruiter came to the guard.  His description of the transfer eludes me but the fact that papers were signed and exchange in such a manner that he was never out of the military was important.  Papers were signed and exchanged and he went suddenly from the National Guard to being an enlisted man."

"Dad had not told his step mother Irene that he was going into the army and Irene knew that he was not old enough to do so.  On the day he joined he went to the door with his bags packed.  His step mother asked him where he thought he was going.  He told her to the army.  She was emphatic that he was not going to the army.  Setting down his bags and leaving the door open Dad went back in the house and sat down and tried to appear submissive, (probably for the first time since Irene had become his step mother.) 

"He watched out the door until he could see the bus coming down the road.  He jumped up and ran, grabbing his bags as he went.  Dad did not stop running until he was on the bus.  The stories of the military are too numerous to be considered as part of a work history.  War is much more than work but a way of life.  Some of the stories do, however fit here.  

"Dad had to move sacks of grain.  They were heavy and he decided that he might as well use them to build up some muscle while he was working.  Rather than move one sack at a time he moved two.  As a result his neck became so large that the military could not issue him a shirt which would button on the top button. 
 
"Dad had learned how to type.  At some point in his military career he was given the job of typing.  There was a disagreement between the men and the commanding officer and Dad began to type one letter at a time.  He claims to have been able to copy a Zane Gray novel at 80 words a minute, but in the military typing one letter at a time or typing 80 words a minute was obeying orders.  Until the commanding officer got problems straightened out, Dad obeyed orders.

Sgt. Wallace Will Ames

"His [military] tour took him through Australia, Korea, and the Philippines.  He was careful to learn the language of the people he lived with wherever he went.  One time in a lunch line he noticed an unhappy server. Each man would ask for just a little bit of potatoes by saying ‘skoshi’ [sukoshi *– Japanese for ‘a little bit’]. The server would dip his spoon deep into the pot and slap as big a spoonful of potatoes on the soldier’s plate as he could get. When my dad’s turn came he said 'cho kum' [Korean*  for ‘a little bit’]. The server smiled, dipped his spoon into the potatoes and put a nice serving on Dad’s plate, “You number one Korea speak,” he said.

"One of his stories of language is the other way around.  A young boy had been helping in the camp and Dad decided to let him go.  “O.K,” he told him, “get a handful of gone.”  The boy looked at him as if puzzled and answered, “Handful gone, handful gone, what kind of talk that?”

"My dad had an experience in the military which would determine the choice of his life’s career.  He injured his shoulder and went to the military hospital for treatment.  The doctor sprayed it with something which deadened the pain.  Dad had heard of Chiropractic and asked the doctor about it.  The doctor declared that Chiropractors were nothing but quacks and if he went to one he would be harmed.

"My older sister DD tells us, 'According to Chapter 24, page 2 of his last journal, it was a swelling on his back between the shoulder blade and the spine that he was sent to the infirmary for by the sergeant.'

"Dad was released and declared to be better.  As soon as the deadening wore off the pain was back.  He went back to the military hospital but was not admitted. The doctor there determined that he was just trying to get out of work.  A friend knew a chiropractor and told Dad to go to him.  The chiropractor fixed dad’s shoulder and directed him in the start of a new career.

Sgt. Ames with Chinese POW

"In Korea Dad was a front line Medic.  I remember standing with him in the airport talking to a young soldier about a patch the man had on his uniform.   The youth explained that it was a medical corps patch and was very difficult to get.  My father told him that he had been in the first unit of that corps.  The soldier’s admiration and respect for my father were genuine as they talked of now and then.

"I was with my father again as he was preparing for bypass surgery.  His surgeon came into the room and Dad addressed him in one of the languages of the Philippines. After conversing for a while in this language my dad told him that he had served there as an army medic.  He asked the Philippine surgeon what his chances were.  The answer was emphatic, “We can’t lose you.”  This was not the statistical answer normally expected from a professional surgeon to an anxious patient.  This was a man who held the life of what he considered to be a great hero in his hands.  I’m not sure how it would appear on a resume but dad was a front line hero.

"One of the jobs my father had was stacking chairs for the Seventh Day Adventists.   He said the job paid about the same as the cost of the bus pass to get there and go home again.

"While completing his education Dad taught X-ray in college.  At the end of Dad’s education he had acquired an addition to his name.   He was now Wallace Will Ames D.C., N.D., D.PT.  (Doctor of Chiropractic, Naturopathic Doctor, Doctor of Physiotherapy.)  Mom just called him ‘Doc’.

"After graduation he got a job for Spears Chiropractic Hospital.  Dr Spears often took him to task about not following the college’s practice of painless manipulation.  One day Dad asked why it was that all the patients asked for him and another Dr who were not practicing the Spears method. 

"Dr Spears told him how wonderful it was to have the security of working in the hospital.  He told him, 'It’s a hard world out there.'

"Dad asked, 'How much notice would you need if I were to leave here.'

“ 'Two weeks', he replied.

"Dad gave his two week’s notice and went out into the hard world. In Delta he struggled to pay rent with patients paying in kind.  He ordered a correspondence course in writing and thought to support his family as an author if his practice should fail.

1965 Lt. Gov Kiwanis Club in Delta Colorado **



"In 1969 we moved to Canada after much fasting and prayer.  Dad applied for a license in beautiful British Columbia, also in the province of Alberta.  

"One day he received letters from both provinces in the mail.  BC said, ‘be here tomorrow with the fee and we will give you the test’ and then listed all the obstacles which would need to be overcome to become a chiropractor in BC.  The letter from Alberta said, ‘we have looked at your grades and work history.  We will license you without further testing if you come in the next six months’.  Part of that work history [credential's Alberta licensing looked at] was Dad’s determination to keep up on education.  He learned and studied all the advances in physiology as they happened.

"In Grande Prairie, Alberta my father’s chiropractic practice flourished. 
 
"While practicing in Grande Prairie, Dad introduced us to a new branch of psychology called Neuro-Linguistic Programming or NLP.  Among other things NLP exposed the physiology of learning.  After he had become somewhat satisfied with this new science he checked into something which was touted as ‘photo learning’.  He took the course in photo learning, then became certified in teaching it.  As a service to the community Dad began teaching a photo reading course locally.  I believe the only charge was for the materials his students needed to complete the course. 

1983 Wallace Will Ames Grande Prairie, Alberta, Canada

"When he retired his patients continued to come to his house for treatment because there was no one else who could do what my father could do.  I often heard him say, “I used to get paid for what I do.  Now I am good for nothing.”



1. National Guard: The Militia Act of 1903 organized the various state militias into the present National Guard system. With the passage of the 1916 National Defense Act approximately one half of the United States Army's available combat forces and approximately one third of its support organizations were National Guard units. The Air National Guard as part of the United States Air Force was established in 1947.

Title 10 of the US Code states:
(a) The militia of the United States consists of all able-bodied males at least 17 years of age and, except as provided in section 313 of title 32, under 45 years of age who are, or who have made a declaration of intention to become, citizens of the United States and of female citizens of the United States who are members of the National Guard.

* sukoshi – Japanese for ‘a little bit’;

* cho kum - Korean ; possibly also Tagalog, a language from the Philipines
  

** presenting Driver of Month Award to a High School student

Friday, November 23, 2012

WILLIAM DAVID CAMPBELL and ELNA BOHNE marriage and family

About 1926 - sharing a chocolate bar 

Married: 22 December 1926
Place: Cardston, Alberta, Canada
Sealed: 22 December 1926
Cardston, Alberta LDS Temple

Alberta, Canada Marriage Certificate 

About 1974 my grandfather wrote a short history of his life. I quote his own words to tell his story.

"I, William David Campbell, met my wife Elna Bohne in 1924, on the street in Cardston. She was with my sister Pearl. It was on a Conference day."

Pearl Campbell and Elna Bohne 1922

In a short biography written about the same time, Grandma Elna says,"In 1924 I came to Hillspring to visit my sister, Annie Orr, who had moved there.  At this time I met William D. Campbell and on Dec. 26 1926 we were married in the Cardston Temple."  From her personal record we learn their first date was 24 July 1924 to the 24 of July celebration in Hill Spring, Alberta, Canada.

Temple Certificate of Marriage, copy courtesy of Allen Campbell and family

She also tells us, "We came to Hillspring and lived on the farm west of Hillspring by the Waterton River for two years.  Then built us a home about 1 mile east from the river.  Here we farmed for about 10 years." In the 90's while visiting Hillspring, my mother pointed out the lot this home was built on and we took a picture of the lot looking SW. An old log building there was falling down but mom did not know if it was something from the past or more recent.

view of lot where home in Hill Spring was built circa 1990

Grandpa Campbell continues, "We were married one year later on December 22, 1926 in the Cardston Mormon Temple. Then we came to live in Hillspring on the farm 4 miles west of the town. Here we built us a home and lived there for about 10 years. Then sold the farm and moved into town as our children grew old enough to go to school. We have ten children, 6 boys and 5 girls. One little girl passed away.
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Elna and Bill Campbell

"Our first child, a girl, Laura Ruth [Campbell] was born in Hillspring. My mother and another lady, a Mrs. Meekum were the ones who took care of my wife and child. The roads were blocked with snow and ice. It was a bad storm on the 21st of September 1927. Ruth did her schooling in Hillspring and passed most of her school grades with honors. …

"Our son Walton [William Campbell], born in Cardston, also did his schooling in Hillspring. He likes mechanics, and is now a truck driver [1974]. He worked in the mountains cutting mine props after he left school. …

Elna Campbell with baby Jean circa 1931

"Elna Jean [Campbell], born in Cardston, attended school in Hillspring. She married Garth Forsyth, farmer and carpenter in 1948 Oct 14th. …

"Flora Bell [Campbell] was born on the farm … a very cold and stormy day. She also had her schooling in Hillspring. …

"Allen Garth [Campbell], born in Hillspring … My mother took care of him at birth. He also had his schooling in Hillspring and High School in Cardston for grades 11 and 12. …

"Colleen Alice [Campbell]… also did her schooling in Hillspring. …

buried in Hill Spring Alberta Canada

"Annetta Lou [Campbell] born February 23, 1938 died one year later of pneumonia March 31, 1939…

"David Junior [Campbell] … got his schooling in Hillspring. Then he was trained as a welder by Horten Steel Company. He worked for them for some time, travelling as far north as Enuvic, and East to Montreal, and many places in Alberta. …

"Blaine Bohne [Campbell], born … at home in Hillspring. The snow was so deep cars couldn't move. The roads were all blocked. He went to school in Hillspring. When he was about 12 years old he was thrown from a horse. He landed on his shoulder, mashing the shoulder sockets together. He spent some time in the Cardston Hospital, then in Lethbridge. It took about 6 weeks for it to heal. …

"Darrel Henry [Campbell] …  He attended school in Hillspring and Glenwood.

"Wendell Glen [Campbell] … He took his Junior schooling at Hillspring and Glenwood. Then took his High School at Pincher Creek. He passed with honors. He worked for Palmer Ranch for 2 years ....


Bill and Elna Campbell's 50th Wedding Anniversary with their children.

"We had a good life together, sharing our joys and sorrows all together, with fishing trips and the boys and their father. Camping trips in the summer, was holiday time with the whole family together.

We have been married 48 years and have 48 grandchildren and 14 great grandchildren now." [1974] 


In 1989 The Lethbridge Herald published an article honoring my grandparents. They had 101 great grandchildren.

We have had so many fun family camps and reunions.*

Elna Campbell far left, with all her daughters at Westcastle camp

It seemed Grandpa and Grandma could do almost anything they put their mind to - if they thought about doing things and tried them they accomplished what they set out to do.  Grandpa could usually be found in his shops painting or carving when we visited and was always glad to take time to show off his many collections of rocks, bottles, coins, pictures  (he liked to take photographs and develop them), antique tools and other memorabilia.  And always his own paintings - we always looked at all his paintings. He sold many oil paintings but likely gave away almost as many as he sold. He was always giving away something.

Oil Paintings for sale in Grandpa's studio

Their home and yard was a marvel of interesting things to look at, as well as a large garden, many trees, flowers, and works in progress. His humour always delighted me. I will never forget driving into the yard and seeing realistic paintings of birds of prey in the trees or other places. At first I was so surprised - then I realized it was a painting. He loved that - my surprise -  and gave me a similar shaped eagle painting.

Grandpa and Grandma in their yard in front of the garden. about mid 1990's

Grandma made hand embroidered quilts for most of her great grandchildren. Her stitches were even and her piece work skillful. She was a skilled seamstress and almost always wore an apron as she bustled about cooking and cleaning, smiling and serving.

Their posterity consists of 11 children, 54 grandchildren, 165 great grandchildren** and now, an exponential number of great great grandchildren. The yearly camps and reunions each summer in the mountains are a known refuge we carry close to our hearts in sweet memories.

I will never forget standing in the timber with my grandfather next to a tree so large he could not have spanned it with his arms - and he had long arms! It was majestic and so was he. I carry that image indelibly printed in my very soul. We had him and grandma print and sign their own names in some family history books my mother gave each of our children that year. 

Elna with 9 of her 10 living children at her brother Mike Bohne's funeral 1989

They both lived a long time and were relatively healthy and physically active all of their life. Many of their siblings passed away before they did and I particularly remember how Grandma missed her brothers and sisters. She often spoke of them and how she was the last one to go. She outlived each one and was alone left after the last living sister died 2 years before she did.


* Family and friends are invited to share memories you may have of Grandpa and Grandma (and pictures if you happen to have any available). It would be especially nice to have a picture of their family as children. Does anyone happen to have one?

** Last count was taken in 2011. If you can correct or add to these numbers please let me know.

The numbers breakdown as follow: 
     Ruth -      grandchildren 15
     Walton -  grandchildren 12
     Jean -      grandchildren 55 ... great grandchildren 110
     Flora -     grandchildren 10
     Allen -     grandchildren 19
     Colleen - grandchildren 16
     Annetta Lou - died as a child
     David -      grandchildren  4
     Blaine -    grandchildren  5
     Darrell -  grandchildren 19
    Wendell - grandchildren 10
       

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

ACT or BE ACTED UPON

My mother and father lived in their home for more that 50 years.

Those years had more happiness than misery.
They chose to make the best of all things.
They chose to find and see 'silver linings' in clouds.
They chose to accept the blessings of rain as well as sunshine.

Recently they counseled together, choose an assisted living home, and moved at their own time and in their own way to their new residence. Driving 15 minutes to town and 15 minutes home had become somewhat 'iff-ish' for Dad (at 85) and since her strokes, although rehabilitated and able to do most things again, Mom had stopped driving.

The process took a few years and it was a process - for all of us. Their many children and grandchildren and great grandchildren also had to process the planned changes. They made a false attempt once: moved to town in an apartment and 3 weeks later moved home again. They were and are still able to do pretty much what ever they want but they had 'seen the writing on the wall'. They did not wait to be 'acted upon' - pushed by circumstance or chance to make undesired choices they could avoid.

Last summer we had a family reunion; 151 of their posterity attended - and of course we had a picture taken (see update above). They told us they hoped to move before winter and to come out to the farm and say our goodbyes. Papa and I spent a couple days with them. They wanted help to go through a few things.

It was hard, and I felt like I might never see my mother again in this life. I felt like I was saying good bye to her as well as the farm and my childhood. It felt like an aging process but I can't decide if I feel finally old or if I have regressed.

They moved at the end of October. A few days later Alberta received heavy snow fall. I was so glad (as were most all of you) that they were safely snug in their new apartment without the many cares life has imposed upon them for so long.

Just 3 weeks after the move mother became very ill. She had immediate nursing care and was transferred to a hospital for full medical attention, evaluation and treatment. She is now 'home' again - home to their new residence and the conscientious concern of many caring and professional hands.

A key part of the teaching and example of my parents is summarized in the Book of Mormon. They taught us to think and to act for good. They taught that agency is a prized gift and blessing from God to all men and women - to all His children. He permits us to 'act for ourselves'.

2 Nephi 2: 25-27 declares: "Adam fell that men might be; and men are, that they might have joy. And the Messiah cometh ..., that he may redeem the children of men ... And because that they are redeemed from the fall they have become free forever, knowing good from evil; to act for themselves and not to be acted upon, ... Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil; for he seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself."

Mom and dad 'acted' to choose for themselves. They have chosen well. They have greater freedom to continue to 'act to choose' and to bless the lives of all around them - especially all of us. How we treasure their wisdom and love, their patience and prudence.


May God bless them as they continue to set such a powerful and careful example to each of us - that we too may act to have more happiness and real joy that will continue through all time and all eternity. Many of you also acted to help them as they planned and then implemented their plan. Special thanks to each of you that so lovingly live as they have taught and 'chose to act' even as they do.

As I consider their long range planning I often think on their example. They model marriage. They model parenting and family relationships. They model enduring kindness and forbearance. I pray each of us may follow their examples in continuing to care for them and each other - in choosing kindness, forgiveness, and all other good things.

I believe Mom is alive this week because of considered choices to 'act'.Thank you, again, to every one that helps them, and loves them and prays for them.

I think mother also lives today because of the habits built into their lives to obey true principles. They model how to find enduring joy. They consistently 'act' in faith and believe the promises found in the scriptures and words of prophets.

One of my favorites scriptures encourages us to share their outlook and happy way of living. "Therefore, cheer up your hearts, and remember that ye are free to act for yourselves—to choose the way of everlasting death or the way of eternal life". 2 Nephi 10:23.