Showing posts with label Minnie Blood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Minnie Blood. Show all posts

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Another Penrose Relief Society Picture?

I would have thought this was a family picture, with Grandma Tilda C. Wasden, Great-aunt Minnie Taylor from Gunnison, UT, and Bothilda McBlaine, with Mother (Minnie W. Blood) on the far right.  Okay, historians, tell us about this one.  Certainly the background looks like it might be at the Tvedtness home?  Or?

Saturday, May 12, 2012

A Purple Iris for Mother's Day


I always thought iris blossoms were poignant reminders of Penrose and the row of flowers that trailed out our back door toward the barn.  So here is an iris in memory of our mother.  Timothy Egan, writing in the New York Times on May 10 2012, wrote these words:

[mothers are] the true keeper of your memories, your triumphs, your losses.  Your mother is a scrapbook for all your enthusiasms.  She is the one who validates and the one who shames . . .

Minnie Wasden

Mother's Day Memories

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Minnie Wasden as University of Wyoming Student


This is the only photo of which I am aware of Mom as a student at the University of Wyoming.  It is cropped from another photo that was in the remnants of Mom's black photo album.  Though blurry, it is a priceless picture.  That Mom had the fortitude to go 450 miles over mostly primitive roads from her humble beginnings in Penrose to attend the University was in and of itself an act of great courage.  She worked at the Commons cafeteria and was chore girl for the Bowman family while she was there.  While some of her related experiences were far from pleasant, she had the backbone to tough it out, attributes that served her throughout her life and which served as a beacon light for her children.  We knew that if she could make her way, we could make our way. And that lesson was instrumental in my getting through the University only a short two decades later.  And Liz has also commented on the inspiration she received from Mom's U of Wyo yearbook, which we both perused and memorized, knowing that we would both go to Laramie to school.

I have Ann to thank for posting the little picture of Judy which got me to thinking, "I wonder if the details of that photo are still salvageable after all these years."  After I did one, I did a few others.  Now I am determined to work my way through the photos that I have.  While these photos are posted here, I'll also make them available in due time on a CD.  I don't want to monopolize this blog, and we need to have everyone participate in our family discussion of our heritage and background, not just look at the pictures. I am continually amazed that these ancient photos still possess so many details hidden in the original pictures.  I feel like we are all having a family reunion with newly revealed members of our family all over again.  So help me keep it going, and I'll keep working on them..

Friday, May 4, 2012

Mom at Sunlight in the Haystack With Louise and Dwight


Speaking of the picture of Mom in the haystack at Sunlight with Louise and Dwight, here it is.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Hi Mom


I decided I would go ahead and re-edit many of the photos from our small treasure trove of old photographs. I have saved all of the originals, which I regard with a certain reverence since I have looked at them for so many, many years.  We're all familiar with the original of this photo, in which Mom is sitting overlooking a mountain valley in Sunlight above Cody.  Now that I can see her, I feel almost like I am getting reacquainted with her when she was young for the very first time.  I hope others will continue to post.  I encourage us all to begin including more stories and reminiscences in our comments to make our blog more of a valuable family history.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Mother's Tatting

Oh, yes and something else that should be included. And do you recognize the scarf?

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mother's Day Remembrance

I see strawberry runners in the foreground, gladiolus to the right and in the far distance next to the tractor rows of summer garden vegetables.  And Mother with her home sewn jeans with elastic around the waist for a classy fit, and a long sleeved, tail out shirt is surveying her world.  In this garden in Tumwater, WA or the gardens in Ralston, or Penrose what plant would dare not to grow under her watchful eye.
For that matter, which of her children, dared not to grow and achieve as we lived, also under her loving care.  I find it harder to grow without the gardener, but comforting to remember earlier feeding and pruning.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Another Piece of the Story

Remember the photo Dwight posted of Jack Davidson playing with little Tanner boys on the grass? This is the companion photo that shows those of us who were watching. Again, it was Dwight taking the photo. So, yes, that is Mother's dress hem that is showing in the previous post.

More Carts

There were a couple of photos posted not long ago showing a much more "modern" cart, however, this cart was a true treasure. Home made is always best! And what a great way to keep little ones in one place for a long walk. I am assuming Mother walked from the little house up to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Is that correct? Some of the fun things about this photo are the fact Grandpa made the cart, wheels and all, the great view of the hills in the background, a familiar gate, and is that a garden growing along the path. The cart Grandpa made in later years was patterned after this one.

Monday, January 31, 2011

The Silk Scarf


This is an item from the past. If my memory is correct, the story about this scarf goes like this. It was given to Dad by a "dudene" who had come to the dude ranch in Sunlight in the late 1920's. He was pretty smitten with her, but it turned out to be a summer romance. When Dad met Mother, he gave her the scarf. She used to wear it tied around her head with her hair in a knot at the back of her head.. Later, when I was in high school, and it was the fashion to wear a small scarf knotted at the neck of your blouse or sweater, I inherited the scarf, and wore it for many years. As you can see, it is shredded at the edge, and now is only good for a memento of the past.

Monday, September 13, 2010

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?
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Time for Graduation




Today, it is an accepted expectation that we, our children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren will become graduates of high school, and, perhaps, a university. Some end up with multiple degrees. However, when our mother, Minnie Arrilla Wasden, was young, there was no local school after the first eight grades were spent in the schoolhouse that we saw in an earlier posting. Our grandfather, having only attended three actual months of school during a time when he was ill during his childhood, had a strong desire to have his children educated. He strongly supported the school in Penrose, and then, when the older children had graduated from eighth grade, built a small cabin-house in Cowley, about 12 miles away, where there was an LDS supported academy. Uncle David, and later, Uncle Brooks attended. I don't know about Aunt Sofe - she married quite young. But, when Mother finished the 8th grade, she joined her big brothers, all of them keeping house. On Sunday afternoon, Grandfather would load up the buggy-wagon, hitch up the team of horses, and with a load of provisions, would take the students to Cowley for the week. I don't know how often they came home, but it couldn't have been every weekend. Can you imagine spending your high school years in that fashion? Mother finished high school by age 16, but Aunt Elna was ready to attend, so she stayed another year. Then, the high school in Powell was completed, and Elna transferred there, while Mother took Normal Training in Powell, so that she could teach school. Obviously these diplomas were very important to Mother, because she kept them with her treasures all through the years. In this time of graduation for our family members, it is good to remember the example that has been set by our ancestors.

Friday, July 3, 2009

My Quilt

This is one of the quilts that Mother made during her last year. That would be 28 years ago. Since then it has been on my bed. It has kept me warm on cold nights, during storms with no electricity, and flung all the way back on warm summer nights. But most of all it has brought sweet comfort when the nights got too long.
After using it all this time, I just recently discovered the complete pattern that she created as she put the squares together. I have replaced the flannel on the backing at the foot and at the top where I/we tuck it under our chin to keep out the chilly draft from the open window.
Good nights are always welcomed and valued.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Rest of The Story


Does this complete the story of the pictures from Mother's Day many years ago?
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Mother's Columbine

There are still two plants of this wonderful "flowers of home" Columbine. Mother started them from seed at Tumwater. It was during this time that she dreamed of having lilies, which were much too expensive for her tight run budget. She started those from seed as well.
Anyway, I smile each time I see this pink come into bloom and marvel at it's endurance. Most of all, though, I love the sweet remembrance of the hands that planted the seed.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Saturday, May 9, 2009

A Tribute to Our Mother

I have been scanning "The Letters" and in the process reading them all, some for the first time. The most difficult to read with a stiff upper lip, are the ones from the year 1935. I believe this photo would be from that time period, or close to it. I have renewed my admiration for mother's courage and fortitude. Her loneliness for Dad while he was away trying to earn a dollar, was almost more than she could bear, especially in the cold of winter. But she did whatever the circumstance demanded.

And now we have a legacy that says we can't whine when it gets hard. She's such a tough act to follow......but I know that she wants us to keep trying. To you, Mother, on this Mother's Day!