Flashback Friday

I guess the little reunion with the brothers and sis went well this week. The play was fantastic and my mom said it was the first time she could understand all the words to the songs in Les Mis. We missed Uncle Cleo and Aunt Janet at the BIG reunion and plan on seeing them next time...

Today's flashback only flashes back a couple of months. We had a great time at the Ranch this year. A lot of loved ones came and a lot of fun activities were planned. The boat races were fun, the food was amazing, and the company was the best!

Sunday was one of those unforgettable days. The original offspring of Francis and Lillian presented some wonderful memories of Grandpa. They spoke of what he taught them and how he loved them. I've always felt that I will recognize Grandpa when I meet him, and these stories of his life only made him more familiar to me. I can picture little Aunt Jeannie making designs with her feet in the dirt as she rode in the back of Grandpa's tractor. I can picture Grandpa taking Uncle Vaughn along to go buy a car. I can see the sacrifices Grandpa made so his kids could get a good education. I can imagine Grandpa responding to questions about expanding his farm by saying, "I'm not in the business of raising crops, I'm in the business of raising sons and a daughter."
We descend from a truly great man and woman. I am proud of our legacy and I hope we can all make them proud of their posterity.

Happy Birthday, Mom!

We all love you tonz! Hope you have a wonderful time with your brothers!!!

Flashback Monday

Oops, I forgot to post on Friday, but Flashback Monday works just as well, right? In the family book, there is a section written by Grandma Pulsipher entitled "Stories For My Young Grandchildren". Here is the first chapter:

"I was born in Mesquite, Nevada on October 20, 1901. My folks had lived in Gunlock, Utah which is 25 miles above St. George. My oldest brother was born there. My folks moved from there to Mesquite. Mom and my Daddy had a little girl there. She died when she was three months old with the whooping cough. Her name was Delilah. She was buried in the Mesquite Cemetery.

A true story that was told to me by Twila's Uncle Arthur Hughes. He said that he was passing by my father's place which was one room and a tent. My father saw him and asked him to run down a block and tell Aunt Lean, a nurse, that 'Sister Jones needed her to come to her place, that she was ready to have her baby.' Aunt Lean thought she would take a short cut, so she went through a vacant lot. When she got to the Joneses, her long dress and heavy cotton stockings were full of grass burrs and everyone had to help her pick them out right quick. Right after I was born, my daddy moved my Mother back to Gunlock where the water was good and we could raise good mellons, vegetables, fruit and beans and molasses. It was so hot in Mesquite.

I can remember when my brother Angus was born. I was five years older then he was. He was a cute little blonde curly-haired baby."

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Flashback Friday

I thought it would be fun to post some kind of flashback each Friday, so here goes...

When Grandma lived with us near the end of her life, she would go through the cycles of dementia. Usually after an "episode" she would fall back into herself for a few days, becoming very quiet and unresponsive. It was during one of these quiet days that I stayed home from church to be with her (we all took turns). She was in her wheelchair, so I wheeled her into the room where the piano was. I started to play random hymns, just kind of flipping through the book. When I started to play "I Need Thee Every Hour", Grandma started singing along! It surprised me, but I didn't stop playing. She sang all the words to every verse. When the song was over, I hurried to find another song that she would sing to, but to no avail. She had emerged just for that song, then went back to her solitude as soon as it was over. I knew she loved that song, and now I felt the power of the words.

I knew that Grandma was still Grandma - all fiery, and stubborn, and loving, and wonderful. Even though her physical body placed limits on her, she was still the same. I was grateful that day for another glimpse of my Grandma. I love her and miss her, and I never hear that hymn without thinking of her.

What are some memories you have of Grandma?

2008 Pulsipher Family Reunion

Welcome!

Welcome One and All!

At the reunion, we talked about starting a family blog - well here it is! The blogging world is growing and it is a fantastic way to stay in touch with each other. Although we do not see each other as often as we would like, this is an effective way of staying caught up in each other's lives.

Anyone and everyone can view this blog, and I hope you visit often to stay current on the Pulsipher lives. If you would like to contribute to this blog, let me know. It is very easy to add contributors and you will be able to write, post pictures and videos, and share your wisdom and humor.

You can also communicate by sending me an e-mail (mjheugly@hotmail.com) or by leaving comments on the blog (click on "comments" at the bottom of each post). If you have questions, input, or ideas - please share! If you have a family blog, let me know and I'll link it to this one. Let's make this a forum for everyone to enjoy. Let us know about missions, babies, jobs, moves, joys, and sorrows. We can stay connected, even if we only meet once in a while.

Love you all!!