Elder James B. Wasden

(Begin at lower left corner and count from the left side each time)

1. Ellis, Logan; 2. M. N. Fisher, East Mill Creek; 3. James M. Smith, Logan; 4 Thurber, Richfield; 5. L. R. Anderson, Manti; 6. David H. Elton, Salt Lake City

7. Brown, Office; 8. Naylor, Office; 9. Pres. Elias S. Kimball; 10. Woodmansee, Office; 11. N. L. Nelson, Office; 12. J. A. Wixom, Brigham City

13. Parsons, Koosharem; 14. Wilkison, Richfield; 15. James B. Wasden, Gunnison; 16. Price, Mill Creek; 17. Thos. G. Fraser, Gunnison; 18. Larson, Coville; 19. Osborn, Rexburg, Idaho

This photograph has been in the safe keeping of our cousin, David Wasden (Uncle Brooks son, for those who are not familiar with that piece of genealogy). David and I made a trade. I sent him CD copies of Uncle Brooks and Aunt Lorraine visiting with Mother and Dad back in the late 1970's. In return, David had his son, Steven, make a copy of this photo, which I received in an email today. What a fun addition to our Penrose Mornings record. David had a difficult time transcribing the names of the people in the photo. Many of the names were incomplete, or were terribly faded, but there is one person in that photo who cannot be mistaken for anyone else but our Grandfather. I think he was a very handsome young man. No wonder Grandma was willing to marry him and then work so hard to survive while he was gone!

Messing Up the Blog

I have been messing up the blog in stages.  Feel free to change back.  Now must fix the transparent background and text color but am exasperated enough for the moment.  I hate, hate Blogger.  But I decided we need flowers.  So rather than comment just fix it back how you want it.  H & K.

Another Christmas Memory

"THE" CHRISTMAS TREE

The picture of this tree is not to make everyone go "ohh, ahh" but is an illustration that goes with a Christmas reminder story.
On a nice cold snowy afternoon we got into the truck and went to our favorite "cut your own tree" farm.  Much to our chagrin the farm was closed.  The owner was walking in his driveway so we stopped to talk with him.  Seems that he had a operation in the summer and didn't get into fields to trim his trees so he was going to take the year off. 
Disappointed we went back to the shop and started our search for a new place to cut a tree.  We found several, made phone calls and checked on prices.  Mary Lynn found one that was close by and any size tree was $30.00.  Mary Lynn likes a bargain.  So the next morning we piled into the truck and off we went. 
We found the place to be a small unassuming little place with a row of cut trees leaning on a cable stretched across the yard.  I immediately expressed my skepticism but Mary Lynn said we could at least look.  The trees by the road were short and scraggly and I was unimpressed, but by this time Mary Lynn had rang the door bell and a little old lady, probably in her 80s met us.  We were told that we could go in the back lot and pick and cut our own if we'd like and she handed me a saw.  Off we went, trudging through the deep snow. 
The trees were not well kept but Mary Lynn was thrilled and had already picked out several that she said would be satisfactory.  While we were looking Mary Lynn told me what she had gleaned from her conversation with the proprietor.  One, she was probably a widow, two the person that cut the trees was her son which meant that he was at least my age.
And the thing that I gleaned from our conversation was that Mary Lynn was going to buy  a Christmas tree from this sweet little old lady regardless.  And so we did.  I drug the tree to the truck while Mary Lynn went to pay the lady, (she gave us an oven mitt for cutting our own tree).  Still mumbling about the quality of the tree I was stretching a bungee cord to hold the pickup bed cover down when I let it slip, it hit me in the mouth causing great pain and a very swollen lip.  Mary Lynn while sympathetic later suggest that if I had remembered what the tree was really about I might not have needed such a severe reminder.
It is without a doubt one of the most beautiful Christmas trees ever.
(this story has been abbreviated believe it or not)
MERRY CHRISTMAS WITH LOVE

NATIVITY NIGHT LIGHT

This silhouette shadow scene was designed by Mary Lynn, "It will only take you a couple of minutes to cut it out."  Guess it was worth it even though it took 3 or 4 minutes instead.

Joy!

Asleep, the Lord of all.....

Away in a Manager was a childhood favorite.

Holly and Ivy

Felt like singing this one this morning.

Once in David's Royal City........

How much the halos influenced my own Christmas art work during grade school days.

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

Over Penrose or Bethlehem

I Heard......

O Come.........

Inside cover with the little Christmas village.  Blessed are those who live here.

                                            Does that copyright say 1938?  Reading Roman Numerals is a lost skill.

The Blood Family Connects For Christmas

I have thought long and hard as to what I could possibly share with you that would allow those sweet feelings that only the combination of Christmas and love of home and family can bring.  Then I reached into the piano bench and retrieved the old Christmas Carol music book.  The edges of each page are well worn from years of use, just as our edges are a little worn.  But the pictures and the music remain inspirational and we are transported to a place that we all love and feel safe.

I plan to post many other pages between now and Christmas.  I hope I can keep my word.  Let each day have a message of hope.

CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

In response to the Christmas tree on the porch, this brings back wonderful memories.  I spent a lot of time trying to stuff the cat into the truck to take it for a ride.  I don't recall which cat but I do know that is was not on board with the program.

The Gift of Family

On Penrose Mornings, over the past few years, it has become an undeclared tradition to acknowledge a brother's or a sister's birthday with fun comments, sharing of memories, and expressions of love, all with a little humor tucked here and there. This has become one of my favorite things on my birthday, never knowing what might be written but anticipating that only the good things will be remembered. The writing has been a source of encouragement to keep trying, as well as a comfort when there are challenges or unexpected twists and turns to be dealt with.

Because there appears to be challenges ahead, some unknown, some known, I decided there was something I wanted to do this year. This post isn't really an attempt to change our undeclared tradition, but, perhaps, to add a new dimension to that tradition. On the eve of my 68th birthday, I wanted to tell each of you how much I love you, and how thankful I am for your goodness, for your example to me, for the laughter shared, for the complete acceptance of me and mine regardless of faults and flaws, and for being willing to share your lives with me. I am thankful to be part of an eternal family.

When I look at this photo I can hear Dad's laugh, Mother's encouragement to get with it, Dwight's teasing, yodeling, "intellectual speak" and concern for each of us, Louise's gentle strength and smile, Elizabeth's enthusiasm for a new project, Judy's perfection of Mother's skill of answering a question with a question, and Steve's love of creating beautiful "things". Then there are those who are not in the photo, spouses, children, grandchildren and now, for some, great grandchildren. What a wonderful life we have been blessed with, and that I get to be a little piece of this family is incredible. I am truly blessed, even though I am not excited about the increase in my age.

If I could have a birthday wish this year (it is impossible to cover the important things with just one wish) for our Penrose clan and all those who help make our family complete, it would be that we will find something good in each new day, that we will continue to have faith in eternal principles, that we will give a hug to someone we love daily, and that we will look for one thing to laugh about each day, even if no one else sees the humor.

May we always be there for each other in the good times, as well as when the times are most difficult, and may we always remember that whatever this next year brings, we will not go through it alone. I love you all. Ann

When Ann was Taller Than Steve!

What Year?????

Two Russells Visiting Fort Collins Cemetery Where Dad's Father Roscoe is Buried 1981

Penrose River Bridge in Winter

Pole Chair Again

This is not a great photo, but it does show the pole chair and the recovering job Mother had done on the cushions. This was the last time I was in the Tumwater house. I had taken the train to Olympia to see Dad before we left for Ohio. The stacks of books must be something that is a genetic trait, just ask Velna about Dwight's stacks.

The New and Improved Penrose Blood Family Blog

Liz called me this morning to titter, teehee, giggle and make fun of me when she could see I was struggling to fine tune the blog a bit.  Reminded me of when Dad was trying to milk Old Red, the meanest cow I remember.  I got rid of the books for Ann, and I didn't like them either.  I adjusted the column widths so stuff doesn't slop over in the two main columns.  Now we have a poppy or is it a pansy, it has whiskers.  I do not want any comments, complaints, bloviations, or other verbiage, thoughts, or expressions for at least six weeks.  I hate blogger.  Too many limitations on what you can do.  I've thought about moving the blog over either to Typepad or Wordpress, but we seem to have adjusted to blogger so I'd better let well enough alone.

We do have some work to do.  I would suggest we focus a bit on telling short stories and anecdotes and reproducing documents and such in addition to just commenting on the blog posts, though the latter comments are important.  We need to encourage family members who are members of the extended Blood family to feel at home on this blog.  I also encourage readers who visit our blog who are not members of our family to share their experiences in developing family blogs and the benefits their families have received from their blogs.  Finally, we need a major streamlining of the categories to make it easier to archive similar material.  I hope that in the next year or two, heaven willing, that we can compile one or a series of family printed books from archived material.  I hereby resign from fiddling with the blog.  If I could learn HTML I could likely post our own photo on the side backgrounds and maybe in the next life I will be shown by some kindly young person how to do that.

Thank you all for your patience with me and for your continued interest and participation in this blog.  I think we have all found a home here and that we have been blessed with closer contact than we would ever have experienced without Penrose Mornings.  The future of this blog is limited only by the ingenuity of our participants and readers.  I would like to think we would be smart enough to take family blogging and family history blogging to a new and higher level that would not only benefit us, but also be of help to countless others who are considering starting such a blog, or who have started one and then seen it languish.  The benefits are simply too great, the family ties too important, and the heritage to be passed on too valuable and fleeting, to not take this project seriously.  Cheers, dmb

The Cow Barnyard After I Left Home

The shop is on the right, the lean to garage straight ahead, the light pole that the cat named Holstein (a coward) would shinny up and sit on top until his warring battle scarred friends departed, the white house ahead.

Dad working on the new Powell LDS Church 195?

Foundation for the new Powell LDS Church

A Little Peek at a Little Corner of Main (Bent) St. History in Powell WY in 1948

Since we are all waxing tears and eloquence over our home town of Powell Wyoming, here is the only other photo I can find taken on main (Bent to you natives) street.  The significance is not in the girls in the photo, but in the fact that the building on the right was a sort of shed-type building where Hiram Absire, Rose's dad (Rose was my true love in the 3d grade and Louise's friend, but Rose betrayed me in the 7th and I never spoke to her again; now getting back to the sentence, where Hi's Electric was located.  Dad made the sign with cut out block letters on it.  The gap between Hi's Electric and the Coulston Clinic where we went to the doctor until I left home in 1950 and where we had our tonsils out, was obviously just being excavated for Penney's, Moyer's relocated drug store, and whatever else went in there.  In the background is the old Presbyterian Church.  Didn't it get moved to another part of town?  The girls are, knowing you are not interested except for one, are, l-r, Wenoa White who was an Elk Basin oil family migrant, Celia Scott, and Loretta Winterholler.  And Louise, tell me if I'm wrong, but the three girls crossing the street are likely Dora Berryman, Phyllis Jesse, and Phyllis Bell, inseparable in high school.

VETERANS DAY

Celebrating the Americans and the institutions that keep us free.  We were surrounded by incredible people that we really knew little about.  Fred Giles, already mentioned, Battle of the Bulge, Burchell Hopkin, B-52 pilot, Dawson also already mentioned, Mel Cozzens a bomber pilot(?), young Mel, Air Force Viet Nam, Sinclair Orendorff, Battle of the Bulge.  I believe the list to be much longer and if you remember please add on to it.

Then of course there is Dwight discussed joining the Marines well past my bedtime with the folks.  I stayed and listened until Mother realized that I was still up and sent me packing.  I do remember that Dwight was passionate in his conversation.  And we move on to modern day, there is Ross who spent a tour in Afghanistan and has landed on almost any runway in the world that would support a plane.

The above photo is merely for illustration  only.  I don't mean to slight anyone here, I know so little, please add, it is a great part of our lives.

New design

You may not like this design, and I'm not sure I do, but we need a little variety here and there.  If this doesn't meet with your approval, say so and we'll fix it.

Main Street of Powell Wyoming 1949

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LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

While looking for pictures to post for Kemp's 50th birthday today, I found this one.  Here is it the old pole chair that we mourn over today.  I know this is the only photo I have that includes the much loved chair.  Hmmmmm......

Just Some Thoughts

In the fall of 1981, Elizabeth, Judy and I were working with Dad in doing some house cleaning, as we were all attempting to help each other adjust to life without Mother. Tucked back behind the bottles of canned fruit we discovered several quart jars full of coins. As we talked about that amazing find, we came to the conclusion that Mother was never again going to be without the means to take care of their (Mother's and Dad's and family) basic needs. For some reason this little incident keeps coming back to nudge me to share it with other family members with a little thought, from my perspective. And yes, I know the jar in the photo is a pint not a quart.

There are some amazing things we all learned from Mother and Dad, although our education was most often the hands-on type. For me, the standouts are many, but because of the time of year, the political upheaval, friends losing jobs and/or homes, family members struggling to find ways to survive, and people all around who are hurting and passionately looking for something to hold on to, I want to share just a few.

First, we were always taught to respect others, although there were times when it was difficult because there were major disagreements. I truly believe we have all been given a gift to look at our lives and do the best we can, but in that process the respect for others who see it differently is sacred. I can remember Mother's quiet demeanor when things would get just a little out of hand, and I usually knew I had crossed a line that was not appropriate.

Second, we were always taught to realize how blessed we were to always have food (even if it was asparagus), and shelter where we were warm and snug when the Wyoming winds blew. The garden, cellar treasures, and farm animals created a very safe haven for us when others were not quite so fortunate.

Third, there were always the underlying ties of family love, gospel principles, home, and mutual respect, even when everyone's lives went in directions other than the choices our parents hoped for. I will always be grateful for their unconditional love and support.

So, where is this going? I'm not sure, but perhaps this is my ending thought. I don't know how many of you read the Christmas Jars by Jason F. Wright, written in 2005. May I suggest this is a Christmas where it will be good to remember our heritage - and to reach out to others by creating our own Christmas Jar, regardless of what we put in the jar and then finding someone in need to share it with.

We are so blessed, even though times are hard, and to lose ourselves in helping others just might be good medicine. If this sounds preachy, please forgive me. You know how it is when there is something else I should be doing and I don't want to do it.

Dad, Mom, and the Rhinestone Cowboy

Fred Giles

This was in the morning paper. I had no idea Fred was living here in Provo. I thought you would like to know - I will go to the funeral. Wish you were all closer so you could come and go with me. Fred loved Mom and Dad and had a lot of respect for our family. He was very good to us when times were tough

Fred Nuttall Giles
1913 ~ 2010
Fred Nuttall Giles, 96, died peacefully October 10, 2010 at Cove Point Retirement Center in Provo, Utah.
He was born December 13, 1913 in Provo to Joseph Francis Giles and Clara Clarkson Nuttall. He married Mary Helen Hacking October 27, 1937 in the Salt Lake LDS Temple. He attended Provo schools and graduated from Brigham Young University in 1937 with a Bachelor Degree in the College of Applied Science.
Following their marriage, Fred and Mary Helen moved to Wyoming. In 1943, Fred entered the US Army and served in Europe during World War II. He fought in the Colmar Pocket area of the Battle of the Bulge, and was awarded the Purple Heart on two different occasions and the Bronze Star. He was awarded a battlefield commission and honorably discharged as a first lieutenant in 1946. Following the war, Fred and Mary Helen homesteaded a farm in Heart Mountain, Wyoming, where he was instrumental in bringing electrical service to the area. In that role he served on the first board of directors of Tri-State Generation and Transmission Association in 1952. He was also influential in the creation of the University of Wyoming Northwest Center (now Northwest College) and served on its board of trustees.
As an active member of the LDS Church, Fred's activities included executive and leadership responsibilities in many ward and stake organizations of the church. He was Bishop and a counselor of wards in the Big Horn and the Wind River Stakes in Wyoming. He served as a member of the High Council five times in four different stakes. He served in two branch presidencies. He was one of seven charter members of the Master M Men organization.
Fred retired after working for the federal government for 38 years and a locally owned bank for 12 years. He and his wife served an LDS proselyting mission to Fort Lauderdale, Florida, from 1979 - 1980. Later in life, he served as an ordinance worker in the Vernal Utah LDS Temple.
He was an accomplished golfer, shooting a hole in one and winning several tournaments. He enjoyed gardening, hunting and fishing and spending time with his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Survivors include four sons and a daughter: Joseph F. (Sue) of Sandy, Utah; Kent H. (Elizabeth) of Wabash, Indiana, Steven H. (Gaylene) of Hummelstown, Pennsylvania; Bradley H. (Janet) of Castle Dale, Utah; Mrs. Noel (Jeannette) Burke of Aurora, Colorado; sister-in-law Mrs. Floyd (Leora) Giles of Provo, Utah; twenty-two grandchildren; and thirty great-grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his parents, wife (Mary Helen), sisters; Mrs. Charles (Mary) Goodson, Mrs. James (Zelda) Schultz, and Mrs. Rex (Edna) Hickman; brothers; John F., Leonard, Joseph, and Floyd Giles; and son-in-law, Noel R. Burke.
Funeral services will be held at 11:00 a.m., Friday, October 15, at the Provo 1st Ward Chapel, 100 East 200 South, Provo. Friends may call at the Berg Mortuary of Provo, 185 E. Center, Thursday evening from 6 to 8 p.m. and at the church from 10:00-10:45 a.m. prior to services. Interment will be at Provo City Cemetery. Condolences may be sent to the family at http://www.bergmortuary.com/

James W. and Namesake James B.

This is exactly how I remember Grandpa Wasden, who worked every day of his life until he finally had to go to the nursing wing of the Lovell Hospital.  You think you can't tend a garden in your 90s?  Look at the size of his patch.  And this photo of little Jim hightailing it in front of Jas. B. (no disrespect) always tickled me.

Outing with Mom and Dad

THE MEMORY OF MINNIE BLOOD

Hillarie Faith is a dispatcher in the Pierce, King County area, they have a new ambulance painted for cancer awareness.  Employees whose families were touched by cancer had the chance to have the vehicle dedicated to their loved ones.

The Village of LUCICE

From: Jiří Ošanec

Date: Fri, Aug 6, 2010 at 12:06 PM

Subject: Re: Genealogy Research-Krajicek family

Hello Shannon,

I have the right records and I even visited the area of your ancestors by chance and made a short side trip to the places of your ancestors (LUCICE and POHLED). I have photos of your ancestral houses for you. Please, be patient, I am living at present at my summer cottage where I have not the Internet acces.

Best regards,

Jiri

Lucice is the birth place of Josef Krajicek (old spelling, "Jozeff KRAGICEK") born 28 January 1813.

LUCICE from the road HABRY - LUCICE

Country Road

A tower of LUCICE Catholic parish church of St. Margaret from the road.

The sport area at the beginning of the village.

The village of LUCICE starts.

This is the beginning of the photos and maps that this faithful and dedicated researcher has given to Shannon.  I will try to get them on the blog, bits at a time.  Her other researcher, David, has just provided her with more records to digest.....As we each comtemplate miracles in our time, this whole Czech research, plus the finding of James Preston Hawkins line, is more than a bread box can hold.

Mother's Chili Sauce

We all know that Mother (Grandma Minnie Blood) was a wonderful cook. She could take a bunch of leftovers from the tiny frig she had, and concoct something delicious for supper. Ann gave me this recipe the second summer I lived in Olympia, and I used to follow it to the letter. (Count out the 12 tomatoes, etc., etc., etc.) Finally, the supply of ingredients would vary, so the recipe would turn out a little different each time. Now, it's a matter of throwing this in and that in. I no longer peel the tomatoes first - just slice them, throw on some sugar - (That's from Ann, who alters and changes, just like Mother.) She told me to just skim off the skins as they rise to the top. Now, after more than a few years' hiatus, I decided to make the sauce again. Now, Ann has another change. Use the crock pot. Talk about easier. No more standing by a hot stove, stirring for hours - just throw everything in, stir every once in a while, and wait for things to happen. I didn't even reduce the first juice on the stove - it does take a while to do it in the crock pot, however. This procedure started yesterday morning, and this afternoon, it's still cooking away. I had so much sauce makings that it took a 6.5 quart and the old 5 quart crock pots, and they were almost running over. I was up in the middle of the night adding the chopped apples, because I couldn't get them in earlier. Now, the house smells heavenly, the chili sauce might be done by tomorrow morning, and then, instead of canning it as Mother did, it will go into containers in the freezer. Hurrah for modern conveniences and a sister who thinks outside the box. Try it, Judy, you'll like it.

TidBit

Abel Russell Blood -And he is ----- Abel is the father of Moses, who is the father of Roscoe, who is the father of Russell, which makes him our great, great grandfather. Just thought you might like to have this in your records.

Ode to Dwight

I know this guy named Dwight,

whose life, so he says, has been quite a plight.

He struggled, he loved, he laughed, he taught,

He desired, among other things to never be caught

Without the newest or "funnest" gadgets his siblings had first,

Or to be last on the list to be told the "latest dirt". (so what does rhyme with first?)

Over the years he has tried,

to be whatever being "big brother" implied.

Setting an example for all to contemplate,

Should I? Or shouldn't I, Oh, I think I'll just wait

To see if he's serious before I take the bait.

Multi-level bargains, wigs and pantyhose, and a calming potion,

Are just some of the adventures he helped put in motion.

But when all is said and done,

What would I change? Not one.

We have shared laughter and tears,

Dreams, frustrations and fears,

And since today is the start of your new year,

My wish for you is quite sincere.

May you continue to find laughter, and see the good in each day,

No matter what challenge may come your way,

Your life is a gift, that makes our lives more complete

So, please, be a good boy, go rub Vicks on your feet.

Enjoy lots of birthday treats, and get a good night's rest,

BYU plays tomorrow, you need to be at your best.

(Ok, dumb attempt, but am out of photos! Happy Birthday, Dwight. It was fun seeing you for a few minutes yesterday. I hope you made it home safe and sound. Love you, Annie)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DWIGHT

It's the best I could do.  Who's the short thing in the middle?  Look how she looks adoringly at her older brother.  If I could only get that kind of respect.

House No. 17 in Pohled

No. 17 today

No. 17 before our time.

How do we begin to describe what is felt by our connection to this picture?  Anna CHLADKOVA lived in this house in 1838 and since she was born in 1820, that would have made her 18 years old.  You ask, who was this Anna....She is the paternal grandmother of our g-grandfather, Frank KRAJICEK, who is the father of our grandmother, Louise Krajicek Blood.

Is Anna in this picture?  One would have to study Cezch photography history to see what the possibilities are.  The original of the picture  was shown to Shannon's researcher by the husband of current owner of the property.  The reseracher was told that several CHALDEK generations lived at the farm.  Whether Anna is in the picture or not, the surroundings, clothing, buildings, etc. would have been nearly the same. 

Just a quick glance at websites concerning photography history in eastern Europe lets us know that taking this picture was a big deal.

This is a current picture where the orginal farm court was and this is the husband of the present owner.  We are indebeted to him for sharing the old photo.

Dresser/Bureau Treasures

Does any of this look familiar? I think Steve had posted the chip carved box that also had a place of prominence on the dresser/bureau. Memories?