I do believe that Louise is correct in the fact that the little blue salt and pepper shakers were considered too small. I remember Dad at one meal shaking the blue one and saying forcefully that he couldn't get anything out of it and he wanted a "real" salt shaker.
Ron and I stopped in Thermopolis on a side street under a shady tree to make a sandwich and eat a bite before going on our way to Burlington. I happened to look over to the new grade school, and saw this name on the side. Check your first grade report cards, Louise and Dwight, and you'll see that Ralph Witter signed his name as our principal (before the days of Helen Hays). I forgot that he had gone to Thermopolis and stayed there for years. Just interesting.
This salt and pepper set was given to our parents for a wedding present. (I do not know who the giver was. ) While they were small and required frequent refilling, the pretty blue glass earned a place of honor in the white cupboard above the refrigerator. They were used on special occasions and whenever we could talk Mother into letting us use them for a tea party.
Because Louise was born in July, and the days tend to be very warm, I thought it would be appropriate to post a winter picture of her. Love this photo - I suspect we all know right where she was standing (approximately) when this was taken on South Church Street in Penrose.
I remember reading a book from a long time ago, called "Our Hearts Were Young and Gay", and this picture reflects Louise's youth and perhaps not quite "carefree" days, but I love this posed picture taken with the Baby Brownie that Dwight gave me. (Didn't we love kitties?)
This is the latest picture of my beloved older sister, taken when she came to Preston with Cheryl when Cheryl taught the mystery quilt at our quilt guild in June. Louise was still recovering from her knee surgery, but she enjoyed sitting and chatting with others, while working on some applique blocks, and it was great to have her here. She was always trying to guide my footsteps - sometimes in ways that I didn't appreciate. (Why did I have to keep my things in the cabinet from infringing on hers?) She kept a scrapbook, so I kept a scrapbook. She collected pictures from The Saturday Evening Post, and other magazines for a teaching file, so I did the same. We cut out paper dolls and played with them. We learned to cook together, and did the dishes together - Louise washing and me rinsing and drying. We told each other stories, and when I wasn't old enough to see some of the movies that she went to, she told me about them blow by blow. She taught me how to count to 15 in Spanish when she took it in high school. And on and on. It's wonderful to have sisters, and share interests, hopes and fears and faith with. So, Happy Birthday, Louise - and, as we like to sing the addendum - "And many more". May your day be very good. 
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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. 
Today when the mail came, I opened the new Ensign fully expecting to find information regarding the church in Ghana. That is what the cover depicted. But I stopped short when I saw the title of the First Presidency Message: "Sugar Beets and the Worth of a Soul". It is a President Monson special.
Sorry that Dwight isn't in these pictures - he was off working, or in Laramie, or some such. Louise was earning money working for R.E.A., and I'm wearing her suit from the Duschene Woolen Mills from Utah. Judy has her blue organdy from the May Day program from school (she sang a solo in the show). However, this picture was not taken on Father's Day - it was taken on Mother's Day way back in the early '50's. We were all preparing to go to Cowley to Stake conference, when it was discovered that the neighbor's cows had taken advantage of a poor fence job, and had gotten into our strawberry beds. Since we raised strawberries to sell to the local grocery stores, this was a major disaster. So, Dad donned his old sweat-stained Stetson, and proceeded to get things straightened around. He didn't go to Conference, but he did stop to take a picture of us in our Sunday finery, and to pose with the family while I snapped the bottom photo. The fact is that Dad was very proud of his family, and cheered their accomplishments. He worked very hard for us, trying to give us a better life. So this seems like an appropriate picture to post for Father's Day -
These pictures were part of a treasure trove that was found in an old album that Uncle Norman gave to me. The Fourth of July may be a few weeks off, but I wanted to post these pictures while I have the pcitures out. I do not recognize all of the people in the pictures. The bottom one, of course, is Ann and Neal in the box in the tree. As usual, Ann has a smile on her face, although this probably wasn't her choice of what to do. The middle picture shows our gray Ford (on the left). You can always pick out Dad because of his light felt Stetson (hat), which he wore everywhere. And Judy is obvious, with her plaid coat. Enlarge the other pictures and let us know who you see???? 
This picture is not an appropriate one to display for an anniversary, since it shows only 1/2 of the Tanner couple who are celebrating their 45th wedding anniversary today. (This picture was taken of Ann by Dwight at my granddaughter Sara's wedding dinner in Ogden a few years ago. ) So this gives us a picture of Ann, but Paul's picture is still downstairs in my picture files which are in terrible disarray. (I hope you all read Pickles this morning - I'm afraid his philosophy is mine at the present time.) Ann asked me this morning if I remembered where I was 45 years ago - and with that prodding, I remembered that we were with Mother and Daddy, Louise, Ann, and Paul, and Paul's family, in the Salt Lake Temple. 45 seems like way too many years ago, but there has been a lot of water under the bridge in those years. With their family of seven children, there have been a lot of growth in those years, but the important thing is that they've made it to 45. The next biggie is 50, right?
This measures 16 inches by 40 and hangs on the high wall in our stairway. Lettering was created with the wonderful new must have for all creative people. It is called a Cricut Expressions by Provo Craft. The potential is unlimited.
Mother had these orange poppies planted in her garden by the raspberries and gladiolus. I had a terrible time growing them, so last year I finally gave up and RIPPED them out. I guess they liked it because this year they have grown and bloomed as never before.
