FROM MY MOTHER'S HISTORY
Joseph (mormonblog2) is called Joe by his family and friends, he was born in the St. Joseph's Hospital. He graduated from the Cartwright Grade School and was always a very lovable happy child, enjoying his childhood very much, building tree houses. He had two little goats he called Patches, the one with brown and white spots, the other was called Scratches. They ran after Joe wherever he went, climbed on top of the cars, the roof of the shed, and on the porch, they were his pride and joy. One Sunday, it was Fast and Testimony Meeting, the meeting went a little long, he asked if he could go get a drink, I told him yes if he would come right back in. He stayed out quite awhile, when he came back I said, "Joe, why didn't you come back in?" He replied, "If I'd listened to what my heart told me I would have come back in." He was very small, only four years.
We had rabbits when he was ten, and one Easter he wanted to earn some money so he took the small ones to the Safeway store in a box and sold them in front of the store. Later he was a carry out boy for the Safeway store. When Joe was six, I went to be with Clara at Raleigh, North Carolina when Nola Kay was born. Some people advertised for someone to help drive their car back east for their transportation. We agreed to meet at the bus terminal at Memphis, Tennessee to drive back home. We waited all day, when they didn't come I told Joe I would have to go down the street, which was two or three blocks away, and wire his father for some money. I told him to sit right there on the bench and take care of our suitcase, and that I would be right back. It took a little longer than I thought; I was hurrying back wondering and worrying about Joe when I saw his little white head coming down the street. I was ever so grateful to see him and know that he hadn't gone the wrong direction or got lost, for it was certainly a busy street. I asked him what he had done with the suitcase. He said that a boy gave him a funny book to look at and he sold it to another boy to get money to put the suitcase in a locker so he could come and find me. He said he wondered how his father could send money over a telephone wire.
He met and married Sandra Louise Wick. They met while he was going to Glendale High School. Later they were married in the Mesa Temple. He is a computer analyst and consultant. They have four lovely children, two boys and two girls, their oldest one is fourteen and the youngest is four. They are active in the church.
FROM MY MEMORY
If I was to tell all about my amazing childhood, people would not believe, so I will try to keep it simple and try not to try all and tell how incredably amazing it was.
I don't think I could remember it all anyway. It's kind of a long story, so I will try and keep it short.
I think I will start at the present and try to fill in as I go.
I am now still very happily married after 44+ years of marriage to my one and only sweetheart,
who let me convince her to marry me after about 5 years of courtship. I met her when we were kind of still kids.
She was 14 & I was almost 16.
She decided to let me win the courtship after she prayed to her father in heaven
and was told in answer to prayer that I was the one.
My father who was not really rich by today's standard, he had 2 cattle ranches, a sheep ranch,
a couple of farms and a dairy ranch. He kept it all together by buying, selling and trading.
In addition to being a very hard worker, and working his kids very hard,
he was a real estate broker specializing in ranches and farms.
Joseph (mormonblog2) is called Joe by his family and friends, he was born in the St. Joseph's Hospital. He graduated from the Cartwright Grade School and was always a very lovable happy child, enjoying his childhood very much, building tree houses. He had two little goats he called Patches, the one with brown and white spots, the other was called Scratches. They ran after Joe wherever he went, climbed on top of the cars, the roof of the shed, and on the porch, they were his pride and joy. One Sunday, it was Fast and Testimony Meeting, the meeting went a little long, he asked if he could go get a drink, I told him yes if he would come right back in. He stayed out quite awhile, when he came back I said, "Joe, why didn't you come back in?" He replied, "If I'd listened to what my heart told me I would have come back in." He was very small, only four years.
We had rabbits when he was ten, and one Easter he wanted to earn some money so he took the small ones to the Safeway store in a box and sold them in front of the store. Later he was a carry out boy for the Safeway store. When Joe was six, I went to be with Clara at Raleigh, North Carolina when Nola Kay was born. Some people advertised for someone to help drive their car back east for their transportation. We agreed to meet at the bus terminal at Memphis, Tennessee to drive back home. We waited all day, when they didn't come I told Joe I would have to go down the street, which was two or three blocks away, and wire his father for some money. I told him to sit right there on the bench and take care of our suitcase, and that I would be right back. It took a little longer than I thought; I was hurrying back wondering and worrying about Joe when I saw his little white head coming down the street. I was ever so grateful to see him and know that he hadn't gone the wrong direction or got lost, for it was certainly a busy street. I asked him what he had done with the suitcase. He said that a boy gave him a funny book to look at and he sold it to another boy to get money to put the suitcase in a locker so he could come and find me. He said he wondered how his father could send money over a telephone wire.
He met and married Sandra Louise Wick. They met while he was going to Glendale High School. Later they were married in the Mesa Temple. He is a computer analyst and consultant. They have four lovely children, two boys and two girls, their oldest one is fourteen and the youngest is four. They are active in the church.
FROM MY MEMORY
If I was to tell all about my amazing childhood, people would not believe, so I will try to keep it simple and try not to try all and tell how incredably amazing it was.
I don't think I could remember it all anyway. It's kind of a long story, so I will try and keep it short.
I think I will start at the present and try to fill in as I go.
I am now still very happily married after 44+ years of marriage to my one and only sweetheart,
who let me convince her to marry me after about 5 years of courtship. I met her when we were kind of still kids.
She was 14 & I was almost 16.
She decided to let me win the courtship after she prayed to her father in heaven
and was told in answer to prayer that I was the one.
My father who was not really rich by today's standard, he had 2 cattle ranches, a sheep ranch,
a couple of farms and a dairy ranch. He kept it all together by buying, selling and trading.
In addition to being a very hard worker, and working his kids very hard,
he was a real estate broker specializing in ranches and farms.
I say not rich by today's standards because people buy and sell personal homes for much more than my father would pay for a ranch or farm.
Philo & HOT ROD Pickups
Before I turned 16, it was the beginning of the age of muscle cars.
My brother Philo about 9 years older was a very accomplished farm and hod rod mechanic.
Before I turned 16, it was the beginning of the age of muscle cars.
My brother Philo about 9 years older was a very accomplished farm and hod rod mechanic.
Every time my dad bought a new ranch truck, my brother Philo would tear the engine out and hop it up.
One of the 1st ones I remember is a 1953 Ford pickup with a flat-head V8. Well a flat head was not going to cut it with Philo so he tore out the flat-head and hopped up a 1957 Ford Thunderbird 312 V8 and put it in the Ford pickup. He changed the rear end ratio to 4.11 Boy was it a fast truck.
Before I was 16 (legal driving age) and very much courting my wife.
One of the cars my brother buit was a 1958 Ford Ranchero. (my brother was a Ford fan)
This ranchero had a very built V8 motor, it was a very pretty red & white, it had rear end ratio 4.11 and boy was it fast.I don't think it was ever beaten of the line. One of my favorites. I used to take my future wife (before I had a drivers license) and go drag (street) racing from light to light on Central Avenue in Phoenix, AZ.
Oh how much fun it was to pull up in a dirty ranch vehicle and just blow off those polished corvette's.
At the time I was very small for my age(didn't really start growing till I was a junior in high school)
and I could just barely see over the dash. I have to tell before I had a drivers license I was giving my future wife and her friends rides home from high school in these hod rod trucks and a new 1957 Ford car my father had. Boy was it pretty Coral Pink and white.
Anyway back to the story of my amazing childhood.
One of the cars my brother buit was a 1958 Ford Ranchero. (my brother was a Ford fan)
This ranchero had a very built V8 motor, it was a very pretty red & white, it had rear end ratio 4.11 and boy was it fast.I don't think it was ever beaten of the line. One of my favorites. I used to take my future wife (before I had a drivers license) and go drag (street) racing from light to light on Central Avenue in Phoenix, AZ.
Oh how much fun it was to pull up in a dirty ranch vehicle and just blow off those polished corvette's.
At the time I was very small for my age(didn't really start growing till I was a junior in high school)
and I could just barely see over the dash. I have to tell before I had a drivers license I was giving my future wife and her friends rides home from high school in these hod rod trucks and a new 1957 Ford car my father had. Boy was it pretty Coral Pink and white.
Anyway back to the story of my amazing childhood.
Before I was born my mother had been very ill.
So ill that she had arranged before my birth to have an aunt come and take care of the family.
So ill that she had arranged before my birth to have an aunt come and take care of the family.
NormaDell
But my sister NormaDell who was 12 years older than I, told my aunt to go home. That she was going to take care of the family,and her baby brother. To this day (I am about 64) she very lovingly refers to me as her 1st baby.
Oh how wonderful my sister was and still is. I love her so. She raised about 6 wonderfully amazing chidren of her own. I say about because she assisted in raising so many other children, for instance for many years she taught early morning seminary to high school kids and boy did she have a testimony of Jesus Christ that she taught those kids to have,
But my sister NormaDell who was 12 years older than I, told my aunt to go home. That she was going to take care of the family,and her baby brother. To this day (I am about 64) she very lovingly refers to me as her 1st baby.
Oh how wonderful my sister was and still is. I love her so. She raised about 6 wonderfully amazing chidren of her own. I say about because she assisted in raising so many other children, for instance for many years she taught early morning seminary to high school kids and boy did she have a testimony of Jesus Christ that she taught those kids to have,
Patches & Scratches
As I was telling earlier my mother was very very sickly when I was born. She was so sickly she couldn't nurse me. It was before bottle feeding was popular and I seemed to be allergic to everything my mother tried to feed me. I couldn't keep anything down, so I was becoming very sickly. The doctors were telling her that she was going to have to let me go,<
go back to my heavenly father.
Special Christmas Morning
One Christmas morning I think I was about 5 years old my next older brother woke me up to tell me that I had a special gift from santa. My little nanny had had twins that morning. Boy were they cute and being twins I had to give them twin names, patches and scratches. They thought they were my little bothers. I loved them so and they had to go every where that I went. One time I climbed a latter to do something on the roof of the 2 story house that we lived in. Next thing I knew they had climbed up the latter and were there on the roof with me.
But when they got bigger being goats my father could not keep them out of anything as hard as he tried. Especially the cows feed. It got so bad that one time they made themselves deathly ill from eating too much grain. My father said we were going to have to eat the goats, but he never told us when we did.
go back to my heavenly father.
Special Christmas Morning
One Christmas morning I think I was about 5 years old my next older brother woke me up to tell me that I had a special gift from santa. My little nanny had had twins that morning. Boy were they cute and being twins I had to give them twin names, patches and scratches. They thought they were my little bothers. I loved them so and they had to go every where that I went. One time I climbed a latter to do something on the roof of the 2 story house that we lived in. Next thing I knew they had climbed up the latter and were there on the roof with me.
But when they got bigger being goats my father could not keep them out of anything as hard as he tried. Especially the cows feed. It got so bad that one time they made themselves deathly ill from eating too much grain. My father said we were going to have to eat the goats, but he never told us when we did.
