Tuesday, March 24, 2015


Having confessed to our cousin, Newell Sorensen, that I need to get Grandpa's missionary journals back to him, which exchange is long overdue, I have been making sure my project is completed before the exchange in April. As I was going through everything, I ran across something that touched me more today than it did the last time I read it. The photo below is of Grandpa and the other missionaries in his mission in 1898. He is on the back row, third from the left, although I suspect you easily found him. He looked so young, but when I remember he had been working in Yellowstone before he left on his mission, underneath the young, handsome look there must have been an amazing amount of determination to accomplish what he had set out to do. However, on April 30, 1898, he must have been missing home and his "darling wife" as he wrote the following poem in his missionary journal. I thought you might enjoy this sweet sentiment from Grandpa. (Please note: It is transcribed exactly as it was written.)

Just to open wide my little cottage door.
Just to see my baby roling on the floor,
Just to know that I have something to adore,
Just to be at home again.
Just to hear a sweet voice calling papa dear,
Just to know, my darling wife is standing near,
You may wish for Gold in your lonely heart to cheer,
But I will take Baby, Wife and Home.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Grace and Her New Critters

Grace has two new critters, a terrier to hug, and a fierce lion to protect her.  She writes that she took them with her to the doctor's office but had to leave them in the car.  We're all cheering for her to find some relief for the pain she is suffering.

Corrrespondence between Dwight Blood and 7D Ranch

Hello Dwight, 

That is a very interesting and cool story.  Of course you can use our photos!  Thanks for asking.  My husbands grandparents bought the Ranch in 1958.  If you are ever in the neighborhood please stop by.  Our best to you.  -Andrea

Meade & Andrea Dominick
7D Ranch Managers
PO Box 100
Cody, WY 82414
307-587-9885 phone/fax

Check us out on Facebook and Tripadvisor

--- dmblood@icloud.com wrote:

From: Dwight Blood
To: ranch7D@wyoming.com
Date: Mon, 09 Feb 2015 18:06:10 +0000 (GMT)

Hello, my name is Dwight Blood.  I am the son of Russell Blood who spent his growing up years on the Dewey Riddle ranch in Sunlight.  Dewey was his uncle; Elsie was his mother's sister.  Dad was an orphan.  He met my mother there when she went to Sunlight as a cabin girl one summer.  My brother and four sisters all love your facebook entries since it gives us a way to connect to the place where our dad grew up.  Would you be willing to give me permission to use an occasional photo to post to our family blog Penrose Mornings?  I will always cite the source as 7D ranch.  Your photos have such a special meaning for all of us in our family and we are so glad to see them.  Thank you.  Dwight Blood   dmblood.@mac.com

Here is my letter and the 7D response, which I very much appreciate.  I believe we have some friends there now, and I'm sure any comments you wish to make to them or any family stories about the ranch and Sunlight would be welcome.  Meanwhile, I'll repost a few of the pictures that give all of us new insight into the ranch that was such an important part of our family history.

View of the 7D Ranch

Back lawn beauty.

As we have learned, the 7D Ranch came into being when 7 Dominicks bought the Dewey Riddle Ranch in the 1950s.  The Dewey Riddle Ranch was owned by Dad's Uncle Dewey and Aunt Elsie and is where he spent some of his growing up years.  And this ranch is where Dad met Mom.  Photo is shown here with permission of the 7D Ranch, with appreciation.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Sunlight and the 7D Ranch

When Steve enlightened us about the 7D Ranch being the original Dewey Riddle Ranch, I linked to the 7D facebook page so I could recycle the 7D facebook posts.  Dewey Riddle was married to Elsie, my grandmother Louise's sister, so Dewey and Elsie were Dad's aunt and uncle.  We heard so much about Sunlight and the Dewey Riddle Ranch when we were little that these places became magic in our imaginations.  Here was where Dad met Mom when she went to the ranch to be a cabin girl one summer.  When I see the various photos of the ranch, Sunlight Basin, and the surrounding mountains and countryside, I feel that for the first time I am seeing the area that was so familiar to Dad and that I am seeing what I have always wanted to see as I look at pictures of the ranch and the Sunlight Basin. The 7D Ranch, I learned, is named after the 7 members of the Dominick family who run the ranch.

Today is Grace's Day

Today we are thinking about Grace.  Grace is a beautiful little girl who has been in a lot of pain. These pictures were taken several years ago during a visit from the Galas. Now she is eleven years old and I am sure even more beautiful.  So we all send our wishes and prayers for relief from the pain that has caused so much concern and misery. We need to see this smile back on her face and listen once more to her laughter.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

February 3rd - Dad's Birthday

This picture was taken in my little house in Powell on South Clark in 1973 or thereabouts, when we had the Wasden family reunion in Lovell.  Brooks and Lorraine parked their pickup with the camper on it in my back yard, and Mother and Daddy stayed with us.  (I remember that Diana came and she slept on the floor in the living room.) Brooks was admiring one of the painted plaques that Dad did during his folk-painting brief career.   My kitchen was so small that when pulled the table out to have a meal, Brig could turn around and open the frig, Pat or Dorothy could reach behind for a utensil, etc.  Worked, anyway.  Dwight and Velna and family were in Lovell for this get-together, too.  Even uncle David and then-wife, Lucille were there.

Name These People

Hi Liz, hope it's all right with you, but I took the liberty of enlarging the photo so I could see it.

You'll have to enlarge this picture to see it more clearly, but here is Judy in her May Day blue organdy dress, and a few other people that we know so well.  Love this picture of Mother!

Friday, January 30, 2015

Just Cataloging Pictures -

Did all of us remember our brother when he was young and debonair.  Was this the infamous car from Earl?  Where was this picture taken, Dwight?  I will try to find more pictures from the file that are reminders.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Circular Bridge to Yellowstone

This photo is from Grant Wasden's collection which he included in his video regarding his mother, Clara Wasden, and her days working in Yellowstone.  The "overpass" is a model for today's freeways.  This is probably the bridge Grant is asking about Grandpa's involvement. 

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Grandpa Wasden and the Bridge at Yellowstone

Grant Wasden had a question about Grandpa Wasden being involved in the construction of the corkscrew bridge in Yellowstone.  I'm not sure I have the name of the bridge right, but it is the circular bridge.  Unfortunately I can't find the Facebook post with the picture on it.  However, if any one has any information from memory or from records about this bridge, please let us know.  I do remember something about Grandpa's involvement with this bridge but that's as far as my memory goes.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Happy New Year!

     I know, there should be photos to accompany this post but there wasn't time to take any. After 12 gallons of milk, 10 loaves of bread, five containers of home made strawberry jam, 3 bags of oranges eaten, lots of meals cooked, games of all kinds played, snow piled on either side of the driveway in the front yard, for protection during snow ball fights, sledding, colds shared, Christmas lights checked out, broken thermostat replaced, cold winds and temperatures survived, etc,, our house has shuddered back into its normal, boring routine.
     This morning, as Paul left to begin another semester of teaching, we looked at each other and said something about thinking we might be just a little tired. We had anywhere from 30 to a mere 18 busy big and little people filling up the house's nooks and crannies with lots of laughter and a few "please don't jump on the air beds" requests.Challenges were shared, successes acknowledged and lots of hugs exchanged. It was a wonderful way to begin the New Year.
     May the year ahead find us all recognizing the many blessings that come our way, even when life isn't perfect. Love you all.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Visit by Dwight and Velna to Olympia 1974

 Petersen family, Velna, Mom and Dad
Dad in the woods near his house

Velna getting the mail

Elizabeth in Arizona

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Dwight and Louise with the House Family

Now here is a real surprise.  The original photo was so spotty and defunct but it came to life a bit after doctoring it up.  Looks like, l to r, Louise, Peggy, Dwight in monstrous sheepskin coat, Dean, Stanley, maybe Verne in front?  Aunt Elna and Uncle Oscar in back, looks like puffing on his pipe.  Don't know man on left or on second row in back in Tom Mix hat.

Main Street of our Hometown Powell Wy Probably about 1948 or 1949

Main Street of Cody WY Back in the Day

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Early Day Views of Garland Wyoming

Garland was about seven miles from where we lived in Penrose and was our mailing address all the time I lived at home.  I remember when there were still some stores there when I was little that Mom took me there to buy some overshoes in one of the stores.  It seems like there was a  boardwalk.  I also remember going with Grandpa Wasden to see Isaac Wasden who was living in one of the abandoned stores for a time.  The corner lot by the telephone pole became a general store that was still open when I was in high school.  We stopped there occasionally for Nehi grape soda.  The Garland postoffice was a little tiny structure somewhere near where these tracks are where for decades "Joe Bob" Cubbage dutifully tended (and read our postcards, maybe?) our mail which was then delivered by Ezra Lewis, or "Ez" as we called him on a long rural route that he serviced for many years. The highway from Powell to Lovell came down the street then lined with telephone poles, turned south, (on the left side of the photo), and that is the way that we ultimately got to Penrose.  Gail Burke ran a well patronized traditional blacksmith shop that we often needed repairs from.  Now, nothing is left and Garland sees only the ghosts of its former proud existence.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Penrose Church Memories

     If this keeps up, I won't have to print my story. I'll just use pieces of it here and then I'm done. Dwight asked about our memories of the Penrose Church. Here are just a few of mine.
     For many years, the church had been used as a voting place during election time and for Saturday night dances. Before we started school, Steve and I would spend voting day at the church with Mother, who was one of the voting judges. She probably heaved a sigh of relief when older siblings got home from school so she could send us back to the house.
     Either Steve or Judy discovered we could get inside through the outside coal chute so once in a while we would go adventuring. Other times we would ask Mother for the key and then we didn't feel like trespassers. The front steps provided an incredible place for “stair hopping” and stair jumping. We would compete with each other to see how many steps we could take at a time.
   Inside the church were hidden treasures. There were books, some of which eventually came to our house and became favorites. One of the best, for me, was Song of Years. There were a few chairs, two of which came to our house and were treasured possessions because they were just the right size for little people. The smallest one was mine to keep in my bedroom and was a favorite possession during those early years.
     One Saturday night the church was being heated for a dance and it caught fire. Watching from my bedroom window, it was scary to see the flames coming out through the roof. The Powell fire department was called and we were all excited about having a real fire engine come to Penrose. That put an end to the Saturday night dances in the church.
     There was an outhouse by the old church and every Halloween it seemed to get tipped over. Strange because who, besides kids in Penrose, even knew that outhouse was there?
     Dad paid $500.00 for the 5 acres of land and the church building on November 13, 1956. The receipt was signed for the Big Horn Stake by a Mr. Jolley. One of the conditions of the purchase was that the church and foundation were to be cleared off “in reasonable time”.
     When the dismantling of the church began, Dad discovered the walls on the north side were full of honey from bees that had been there for a long time. The honeycomb was wonderful and we ate “church house honey” for years. When Mother and Dad moved to Olympia, they took the honey with them and I think someone mentioned there was still “church house honey” after Mother died, which would have been 1981.
     The ceiling of the old church was made of large embossed tin tiles. In the mid 1950’s no one thought much about them but today they would probably be worth a lot of money. Not knowing what else to do with the tiles, Steve says they were eventually used on a shed for the dairy cows. That was probably the fanciest roof ever for a bunch of cows. The wood flooring was rescued and used in the room that was built on to the Penrose house. Everything that could possibly be used again was carefully saved, including a bucket of nails. Steve tells the story about the roof trusses. I don't remember that part exactly, but I do remember how grateful Dad was to have escaped being seriously hurt when the trusses fell.

From the Salem Family Reunion at Tanner's Date Unknown

These may have been posted before but I have just learned in my 83d year finally how to resize little bitty previously unuseable photos so we can at least see who is there and what is going on.

 Organizing the Posterity for a Photo
Elizabeth and Velna, dig the bell bottoms

Last of My Photos of the Wapiti Family Reunion

I know these aren't great photos, but I still think they are important
 Dwight with the family hauler station wagon 

Velna taking a picture of Kim, Mom in background
Velna, Tanner kids, and who else?
Quail by the lodge

Memories of the Penrose Church

How about for starters that we each write a paragraph or more or less about a memory we have of the old Penrose church?  And then we'll go from there.  Just a thought.  Dwight.

The Worth and Importance of our Penrose Blog

After a few weeks (months?) of our little blog languishing, I decided to try and get things moving again.  No less than an authority than Judy admonished me for not posting and commenting, so I thought, I'll show her a thing or two.  Despite the fact she has been expecting us to still read about household skills from six months ago on Amsbaugh Gardens.So I did some redecorating and started going through the really terrible black photos on my hard drive to see what I could resurrect.  There are about four things that make this blog meaningful:  Photographs, which elicit memories and stories. The memories and stories that we write, either without photographs or in response to photographs.And then,all of us participate in some way.  In this way we all stay connected, and at this stage of our lives, our connectedness and interdependence is becoming increasingly precious and important.  So when you see or post a photo, add a photo or something you remember.  Check through your own collections of old pictures and memorabilia and see what you can add.  Some of these additions, like Steve's story about tearing down the church, and Ann's post today are really useful and important.  Facebook is the current fad, but Facebook posts are transient and get lost forever in the shuffle.  At least on our blog, we can etch our memories and photos into something permanent, that can be printed and referenced.  Thank you all these past several years since we started the Penrose blog.  Now we are starting on a new era with more memories, stories, photos, memorabilia, and whatever else you can find.  I'm anxious to see what we all come up with.

Steve's Story About Tearing Down the Penrose Church building

I elevated this comment by Steve to a post because of the importance of the comment and so everyone will see it.  Stories and comments like this are really critical for this blog.  Thank you, Steve.s
I had the thrill of being father's gopher from time to time while he was tearing it down. The honey in the wall was not a surprise the amount of honey was a big surprise. Dad found someone in Lovell who came and collected the hives. Some of the honey figured to be over fifty years old. (honey does not go bad). Dad and Norm extracted the comb and had it processed into five gallon containers. The older honey which had darkened the took in chunks and put in open buckets which we snacked from. Mother would use the honey to sweeten everything..EVERYTHING!! We were still eating the honey when the bull was shot and we had salami and bologna to eat forever.

The story on the roof was that Norm and dad worked on it from the inside out so that no one had to be on top. Sometime during the holidays it was a nice warm shirt sleeve type day and father decided to go over and do a little work. When he left all of the rafters and trusses were in tact. He later came home visibly shaken and there were no rafters and there were no trusses.

He said that he had taken the bolts out of a truss started to walk across the ceiling joists from one side of the building to the other when he said he felt a large rush of air over his head and looked up just in time to see the truss fall over the top of his head, crash into the other rafters and take the entire roof down. He truly had a guardian angel that day.
December 3, 2014 at 7:13 AM

From My Yet To Be Completed Story

I ran across this history and have included it in my story. Thought you might find it interesting.

In the Encyclopedic History of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints by Andrew Jenson, Assistant Church Historian, published in 1941, about 2 years before we moved back to Penrose, it states:

Penrose Ward, Big Horn Stake, Big Horn Co., Wyoming, consists of a few saints residing in a scattered condition in a farming district on the south side of the Shoshone River in Park County, Wyoming, about eight miles west southwest of Byron, and 5 ½ miles south southeast of Garland, a railway station on the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad. Only two families resided on the town site in 1930 on which the meeting house and school house is located. The rest of the people live on their respective farms which are irrigated from the Elk and Lovell Canal. This canal taps the Shoshone River about six miles above Penrose.

Penrose may be termed an outgrowth of the Byron Ward and came into existence as a branch in 1905, with Jeremiah Johnson as presiding Elder. He was succeeded in that capacity in 1907 by Peter Shirts, and in 1911 the Penrose Branch (thus named in honor of the late Charles W. Penrose) was organized as a ward, with Seth Alvin Johnson as Bishop. He was succeeded in that capacity in 1915 by James B. Wasden, who in 1928 was succeeded by Charles G. Anderson as presiding Elder. The Church membership of Penrose Ward Dec. 31, 1930, was 66, including 12 children.” (Note: That means Grandpa served as Bishop for 13 years.)

The following was written about Grandpa in the Latter-Day Saint Biographical Encyclopedia published in 1936. Check out how long Grandpa served as Bishop.
 “Wasden, James B., Bishop of the Penrose Ward, Big Horn Stake, Wyoming, from 1915 to 1928, was born July 16, 1870, in Scipio, Millard Co., Utah, the son of John B. Wasden and Anna Sophie Jensen. He was baptized by Isaac Pierce, moved to Big Horn, and filled a mission to the Southern States in 1898-1900, was ordained a High Priest July 30, 1910, by Jesse W. Crosby, jun., and a Bishop April 11, 1915.”

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Family Reunion at Boy Scout Camp at Wapiti above Cody WY

Mom and Dad
 Paul, Ann, Laura?, Mom

Steps to Facilities

Mom and Dad
I'm continuing to have the time of my life rediscovering and resurrecting old and previously coal-black photos.  I remember being so discouraged when I developed these pictures and got a fistful of black negatives.  But isn't it interesting how the essentials are all recorded anyway?  Not great photos, but then I would never throw them away.  I still have a few more.  Date, someone?

Monday, December 1, 2014

Happy Birthday Ann, and Thank You for the Costco Runs!

The mandatory annual posting of the cat checking out baby Ann.  And I tell the same story every year: On this same day many years ago I walked down town from school and noticed that Dr. Coulston's Cadillac was gone behind the Coulston Clinic on the corner of Main Street.  I knew then that our peace and quiet in our bedroom already sleeping four Bloods would become noisier.  And when I rode the bus home that night, I was right!  Convenient place to hang the washtub.  I think only about a dozen photos were taken during the three years we were in Ralston.

December 1st is Ann's Special Day!

This is a picture taken on another special day - Ann is wearing the Hawaiian shirt and necklace that was necessary for her and Paul's trip of celebration to Hawaii.  Birthday?  Anniversary?  I didn't date the picture.  This picture says it all about Ann - She has a great sense of humor, wit, and complete compassion for those around her and beyond.  We are so blessed to have her as "little" sister - a term long-ago outgrown.  When you need health advice, supplement advice, sewing advice, baking or cooking advice, parenting advice, etc., etc., etc., where else can you turn.  The quartet of the Blood sisters is very powerful - and it's important to remember that.  Happy, happy birthday, Ann.  I do know that the reason you kept chickens is that your mother hen instinct is so strong, that none will go wanting.