Saturday, October 1, 2011
Margie's 90th - Ard
Margie's 90th - Janet
Margie's 90th - Jason
Margie's 90th - Brandon
Margie's 90th - Brett
Margie's 90th - Jenna
Margie's 90th - Jeff
Margie's 90th - Jan
Margie's 90th - Scott
It is difficult to write about Mom without mentioning Dad, for they were one in purpose. They were both consistent and genuine in their beliefs and actions, spontaneous in their humor and laugh, determined and positive int he face of adversity. Without conscious effort ehy taught me plain, joyous living.
Margie's 90th - Kat
Margie's 90th - Chas
Margie's 90th - Becky
Margie's 90th - Chris
Happy birthday. As I begin to reflect on what you've meant to me in my life I think back to my earliest memories of you. I remember being a very small child, covered with mosquito bites after playing in your yard and the fields all day. You always had a small bottle of something that you would gently dab on my skin, to prevent itching. I never learned what it was, but I will never forget the scent of it. I also remember you standing atop a sand dune in the hot sun, acting as a sentinel to ensure that our play time in the sand would not be interrupted by off-road vehicles. I don't remember ever getting "in trouble." Whenever we got into mischief as children (and even as adults) we were always met with a knowing smile, and "the look," which you passed down to your son, who in turn passed it on to me. And now I too have handed it down to my children. You have always been there for us, whether it was supporting our life decisions or opening your home. I can't count how many times we camped out in your home for holidays and vacations. How many times did we get home from hunting Christmas trees after dark, to find a hot meal waiting for us? You have always taken an interest in where we have been, and what we are up to. I think you for the lasting impact that you have had on our lives.
We love you,
Chris
Margie's 90th - Allison
I remember as a kid we would call her from Salt Lake. When we talked to her she would always laugh. I have that laugh burned in my brain. Also you would hear Mrs. Bird echo her laugh in the background.
When Grandma would come to Salt Lake, she would always have a treat in her purse for us. Life Savers, or Starburst, or some kind of a candy bar all our own.
Grandma and I both have an interest in crafts. I have sewn many cross stitch projects and shown them to her for her approval. She has also shown me her projects and has given me some that are to hard for her. We also both have done hook rugs. Recently she watched my Hannah work on a rug.
I remember when she changed her hair color. She said, "Now if you see an old lady with white hair, don't worry. That is just your Grandmother."
Lately I have enjoyed going to lunch and the nursery with Grandma and Jan when we come to visit. She watches my kids and laughs at their antics. Often we will sit in the choir seats and watch the kids play in the yard while we visit.
Grandma NEVER says anything bad about anyone. Even when she has a reason to, she does not. I need to be more like that.
Love you, Grandma,
ALLISON
I love Grandma dearly
Margie's 90th - Dale
Stretch
Margie's 90th - Jessie
Margie's 90th, Amber
Margie's 90th - Brian
Margie's 90th, Cathie Shirley
Margie's 90th - Neal Shirley
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Parenting Skills: Eyes of the Tiger
Earlier in my teen years there was much talk in public schools about sex education. I mentioned to Mom once that she had never sat me down and told me the "facts of life." She just smiled and said, "All you need to know is that people are much better looking with their clothes on than they are with them off." The older I get, the more that wisdom is confirmed.
Dad did not speak negatively of my friends, though some were of questionable reputation. One day out by the garage he asked a very straightforward question, catching me off guard. My startled look and lack of what to say convicted me. Dad studied me and then said, "I'm not going to say anything, I just want you to know that I know." He then walked back into the garage. I would have felt better if he had given me a lick. Disappointing him was torture. I quit running with that crowd thanks to some very effecting parenting.
Dad often said to the grandkids, "How you doing, Tiger." When the boys went on their missions, each was told by Dad, "Go get 'em, Tiger." Shortly before Dad's passing I was with him in the hospital. He was connected to a host of tubes and monitors and was tired of being in bed. I commented that he was still The Tiger. He chuckled and said, "I'm as weak as a pussycat." I reminded him that he was, and always would be The Tiger. Go get 'em, Tigers! You were taught by the best.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Ross Shirley - World War II History
He went through basic training and was stationed in New Orleans. They did not have sufficient barracks, so they gave a bunch of the enlisted men rooms on the second floor on Bourbon Street. He was then sent to the South Pacific.
Ross did not have a pretentious bone in his body. He was Chief Engineer on an ocean-going tug, which meant work was not easy. He let the crew know that he did not go for all the saluting and the use of “sir.” He told them, “We have too much work to do for all that nonsense.” One day while working on some machinery he dropped a wrench and reached down to pick it up. One of the crew said, “I could have picked that up for you, Chief.” Ross told them he could do it himself and to not worry about that kind of thing when there is so much work to be done.
Ross loved boxing. He would go down below and box with the enlisted men. One of the other officers told him that he did not think it was proper for an officer to be boxing and otherwise associating with the enlisted men. He said he would never box with the common sailors. Ross said, “Well, if you don’t know how to box, then you shouldn’t.”
One day, while anchored in harbor, sailors from another ship wanted to have a friendly boxing match. Dad’s ship accepted. One of their men had done some professional boxing and they thought it was a great opportunity to wager some odds. Ross accepted the opportunity. As they were putting on the gloves the man said, “Now, you know I’ve boxed professionally.” Dad said, “Don’t hold back on my account.” The match began badly for Dad’s opponent. It was soon obvious who was winning. Dad moved in for the knock-out but the match was stopped. One of the crew members named Yablonski was a huge man who didn’t say much. But when asked about the fight, he said, “The Chief nearly killed him.”
They were pulling some cargo from Manila in a convoy and having a hard time keeping up with the destroyers. Radio silence prohibited direct communication. Only light signals were flashed telling them to go faster. They were going as fast as they could. Finally one of the destroyers circled around and came up beside, bumping into the smaller tug and causing some damage. They yelled at those in the tug telling them to keep up, that Japanese submarines were in the area, then hurried back into formation. Night fell. The next morning those in the tug awoke to find themselves all alone with no way of defending themselves. They hoped they were not a worthy target for Japanese subs. Dad scanned the horizon with binoculars. Every now and then they would see the mast of a ship and simply hope it was “one of ours.”
Ross was stationed on one of the islands and had received a short “leave.” He was to go to the airport and catch a ride on one of the planes. He knew how the military operated, so he went into a store and bought a six-pack of beer. He walked into the hanger at the airport and presented his papers. The “fly-boys” were not impressed when he presented his orders. Then Ross placed the liquid refreshments on the desk and asked if that would help. The greased wheels began to turn much more rapidly. Ross soon found himself on a troop transport plane high above the Pacific. He saw the pilot slide open a small window in the side of the cockpit. Through the portal he held one of the beer bottles by the neck, allowing the cold high-altitude air to chill the brew. Welcome to the friendly skies.
Ross was in harbor when he saw a small ship pulling a huge barge out into the ocean. He radioed to see what they were carrying. A friend of his said they had a load of Japanese rifles that they were going to dump into the ocean. Dad asked him to snag him one, which he kept as a souvenir. I remember very well holding that long rifle and wondering how it might have been used.
While waiting in harbor, a cable had become looped around the propeller. They radioed for help, but it did not come. Finally Ross devised a plan. They improvised an air compressor to pump air allowing a diver to check out the damage. The report was that they were hopelessly entangled. Dad put on the mask and went down himself. He found that if he put his foot against the shaft of the propeller he could push with his shoulder and get some leverage. He soon had the cable free and the ship was on its way.
Enlisted men were given a ration of cigarettes. Ross did not smoke, but he stashed them away in his locker. When they were on long assignments and the stogies were not replenished, they became very valuable. Ross made a lot of money from those who had to have a smoke. One of the men complained that equal quantities of cigarettes were given to those who did not smoke. Dad told him to shut up, that no one had to smoke if they didn’t want to.
One day some of the men were talking about Mormons. One of them thought he was an expert and proceeded to expound. He was wrong and misinformed on many things. Dad had not said anything about religion up to this point. Finally, he interrupted and said, “You wouldn’t know a Mormon if you were standing right in front of one.” There was a slight pause, “You mean to tell me you are a Mormon! I can’t believe it. You can’t be a Mormon, you’re a regular guy. Wow, the Chief is a Mormon!” Dad told me that up to that moment he had wondered if he really had a testimony about the church. After that he thought, “I guess I really do have a testimony.”
Ross was never in any actual combat. He remembered hearing rumors about some kind of super weapon that would soon end the war. No one looked forward to a land invasion on Japan. After Nagasaki and Hiroshima were bombed he was stationed in Japan and witnessed the devastation. Years later I asked Dad if he was a hero. He just looked at me and said, “The real heroes are the ones who gave it all and didn’t come back.”
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Margie, Young Adult Photo Gallery
Margie loved going out with the girls and was a good bowler. She said she was not worried about being single at the age of 24, when most of the other girls were already hitched. She said, "I didn't give a hoot." She is pictured on the far left with her bowling buddies.
Still, there was time to go back home and visit. Here, someone threw open the door of the outhouse and Margie can be seen covering her face. She is also seen here taking a snooze in the front room of Grandma Ward's house.
Margie loved to go places, especially with her friends. Swimming was a favorite. In the first swimming photo, she is second from the left. In the following, she is third from the left.