
Thanks for allowing me to be part of your family and for your special daughter's hand. She is a very special part of my life. She is very dear and special to me and my hat's off to you and Ross for raising such a wonderful person.
Thanks for allowing me to be part of your family and for your special daughter's hand. She is a very special part of my life. She is very dear and special to me and my hat's off to you and Ross for raising such a wonderful person.
Dear Mom,
When I think about Grandma I instantly am reminded of her incredibly original jokes, which come out of nowhere and are always hilarious! She usually would sit back and seemed to be waiting for the perfect time to add in a line that was sure to make everyone haugh.
Grandma:
One of the favorite times I spent with Grandma and Grandpa (a favorite time in my life, really) was the summer of 1995. Brandon and I got a job moving sprinkler pipe in a field near their house. Six nights a week, we would go to their house to spend the night because we had to be in the field at six the next morning. Almost every night, we would sit and chat over drinks and ice-creamy treats supplied by the Schwan's Man. Then, we would watch an hour of the Three Stooges, and Grandma and Grandpa would head off to bed.
Grandma, I've always been a big fan of yours. My earliest memories of you are climbing into your lap while you sat in your bar stool, my tummy full of candy from the candy bowl, pink popcorn, and sandwiches made out of rolls. While growing up, we usually just saw you on Sundays and holidays so most of my memories of you are also memories of good food. Barbecues in the rain, Thanksgiving with Mrs. Bird asking "Whatareyoudoing?" while we "took the curse off the food," and hundreds of Sunday dinners.
Dear Grandma Shirley,
When I first got married I had no idea how true the statement was about when you get married you've married the whole family. I remember going to the old house in Salem before the flood and always feeling comfortable there. I couldn't have asked for a better mother-in-law. She was so kind, so funny and so comfortable to be with. I loved going there to that old house and witnessing Mr. Bird climb up my kitchen chair and everyone would just laugh.


Happy 90th Birthday Grandma
I want you to know what a wonderful Grandma I think you are. I couldn't imagine a better Grandma than you. People have always asked what the greatest memories are from my childhood and I always answer that it was the time that I spent up with you in Idaho. You always made us feel so welcome and loved. I have always appreciated that. I also tell them that Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday becauyse it was great to come up there and spend time with you and the family. Thank you for everything. Happy Birthday and remember that your grandkids all love you.
I could never eat raspberries and cream without thinking of you, and smiling. Every summer I was fortunate to be able to spend some time with you and Grandpa. And every year you would take us out to your garden where we would pick raspberries together. I remember your delight in watching us each try to gather up the most. Then you'd take us inside and we would enjoy our found treats in your beautiful little China dishes. I would always put too much sugar on mine, but you never seemed to mind.
Dear Grandma,
I have many memories of my Grandma Shirley.
Lots of love,
Happy Birthday Grandma!
Dear Grandma,
Happy 90th Birthday, Grandma! That is quite an impressive milestone! Doesn't it seem like just the other day that we were going out on a nice sunny day to make dust together? What a blessing it was to be able to grow up with my grandma living right next door to me. I have so many wonderful memories of times spent with you; bike rides over to your house in the summer to visit and eat candy from your candy bowl, Memorial Day and Labor Day get-togethers as we huddled together in your garage because the weather was always cold, warm summer evenings sitting in the choir seats visiting or listening to Dad and my uncles playing guitar and singing. I can clearly hear your voice in my mind saying "Come on in, rest your face and hands!" as I'd arrive at your house. I'm so grateful to you for your love for me and for your example; you've had an important influence on my life. On this special day for you, I pay tribute to you and express my deep love and admiration for you. You are truly amazing! Have a wonderful day!
Dear Marge,
In spite of your difficult children, you have come through 90 years in remarkable condition. When I think back over my growing up years, it is a wonder that you survived. When we kids get together and reminisce about our early years, more and more confessions come forth. You certainly were a tolerant mom. Thank you for letting us learn by trial and error, and showing us your love and understanding. You always let us know what you expected from us, and we tried not to let you down. You taught us to make good choices, and helped give us self confidence. I have two great brothers, and one great sister. We were all unique, yet you and Dad managed to keep us on the right track. You even opened up your home to James T. when he needed surrogate parents. He also is eternally grateful to you.
Ross and Margie did not consider themselves expert parents. They were quick to say, "We didn't do much, we were lucky and had good kids to start with." I asked Mom about it this morning (July 3, 2011) and she confirmed the notion that her kids were much better people than she and Ross. So what was it about their "parent styles" that created an environment in which we kids could grow?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.
Prior to the United States entering the war with Japan in World War II, Ross was working for Lockheed Aircraft in California, assembling P-38 airplanes. He had been trying to get a commission as an officer in one of the several branches of the military. When Pearl Harbor was attacked he went to the enlistment center again. The lines to sign up went around the block. They told him they wanted him to work on an aircraft carrier, but he said he wanted a higher rank. They told him
that most anyone would jump at that their offer, but Dad held out. He was later given the commission he wanted.
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.
“Well, if you don’t know how to box, then you shouldn’t.”
Dad always used to say, "Hurry up and wait." He learned that from being in the military. There were times when they had to sit and just wait. Soldiers were innovative in coming up with solutions for boredom, such as fishing and ocassional water skiing. Here Ross is seen enjoying both.

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.”
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.
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.
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.” 





Above, Margie is shown with a friend, LeVoy Udy. She mentioned the Udy's very often in her journals. Most of these pictures were taken after she left home and went to work at the Utah Depot.
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.

Margie was voted Queen of the Gold and Green Ball. She is seen here with her Court on February 25, 1939. Taken at the Stake Green and Gold Ball. Attendants were Amanda Ward and Melva Davis. Train Bearers were Mary Jensen and Sheron Hales. Flower Girls were Connie Forsberg and Diana Bournes (spelling ?), and the Crown Bearer was Vaughn Tingey.
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.