My Life Stories

 My 20th birthday found me in my second year of college and first year of nursing school.  I had not been chosen for the dance team and no one was dating me.  I remember feeling rather fretful about both situations and knowing I could do very little to change either.  I cried in my pillow some days and wondered what was wrong with me.   My advice would be "don't fret, God has a grand plan for you, be patient and you will see miracles and goodness very soon." In the end,  the dance team leaders came and asked if I would come back as they had lost a dancer.  I was thrilled to do so. I was a quick learner and ended up dancing every other dance in a performance in Burley, Idaho.   Ray asked me out for the first time a month after my birthday.  Before the year was out I would be married and expecting our first child. 

 family, of course.  so setting that aside.... I love books .  I can't say I have a favorite but I love the smell and feel of reading from paper.   I have a hat of my dad's.  It used to smell like him but has long sense lost it's scent.  It is the only earthly possession I have of his.  It helps me feel close to him again.  I reminds me that someday I will get to hug him and listen to him and draw strength from his goodness.  The old upright grand piano my parents bought when I was 5 years old.  It reminds me of my mother's longing to play the piano.  She never learned.  But even in our poverty, she saw that all three of her daughters had lessons.  I remember longing for lessons and feeling impatient when Holly got to start.  In my mature years I look back with wonder on how my mother found teachers and hauled that piano from house to house.  After we were all gone, she decided she did not need the piano as there was no one to play and it took up a lot of room in her h

 Ireland Mediteranean Sea (Spanish coast and Israel coast) Pacific NW & Oregon Coast

 Lyman Salisbury Sister Montiereth Corvallis Stake RS Pres. Basin City Ward

 Carl Eppich Jane Salisbury Ricki Jo Tuckett Alica Anderson Debbie Draper Jill (Willy) Walker Jackie Grange Catherine Nelson Steve Wrightson Al Aldridge

 I was born at a hospital in Prescott, AZ on Jan. 7, 1957.  The first night there was a huge storm that came through the town.  It blew the window out of the room where my mother was.  She was so tired that she didn't wake up.  I'm sure I was in the nursery but the story was that I didn't wake up either.  A pre-curser to the fact that I sleep rather soundly.

 Our vacations were always to visit family.  We went to Salmon, Idaho moslty.  My sister Selma and her family lived there.  I remember trips in the summer and winter.  Going to the hotsprings pool with snow all around.  I learned to swim there and watch my dad sit where the hot water entered the pool.  Whew!  way to hot for me.  I remember visiting the farm where my mom grew up.   You had to cross a rickety wooden bridge over a small creek to get to the house.  I used to worry that it may not hold us.  I could imagine my mother riding a horse down that lane to go to school.  George Stoddard, Selma's husband, had a bee hive in the shed behind their house.  We knew to keep our distance but he did have a glass beehive in the house where we could watch the bees working in the honey comb.  Out their back yard and across the street was a family with kids we would go to play with.  There were half round wagon wheels that made a sort of fence in the front yard.  There was a girl my age.  T

 My father's parents had passed on long before I was born.  I do remember my mother's father and mother.  I don't remember ever getting a hug or kiss from Grandpa or Grandma Richardson.  They seemed to be pre-occupied with just life.  Grandpa died when I was quite young.  The only time I remember Grandma Richardson speaking to me was to scold me when I broke a tea cup swinging a doll around in the parlor.  She was pretty mad.  She came to visit when we lived in Eltopia.  But I don't remember much about it.  If it hadn't been for a picture it would be forgotten.  I vowed from my experience that I would make sure my own grandchildren knew that I loved them.  I would try to be more patient and give them loving experiences.  I have probably also had times I've corrected them but just hoping it is not their only memory of me.  

  At a very young age I don't remember toys as much as I remember exploring and climbing trees.  When I was middle school age I remember two christmas gifts that I just loved.  One was a race car track that did a loopty loop.  The cars were powered by rolling them backward and letting go. The other was a wood burning tool.  If only I had been a bit more creative I could have made lots of fun stuff.    I also loved the little wooden walking toys and would play with them at Payless Drug store while mom shopped.  Some worked on a slope some you had to wind up.   I wasn't much for dolls or kitchen stuff.