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                      Marion Harper 

   What a great lady Marion is. To raise her children to be the great people that they are say's a lot about her. Marion's love for her family is inspiring to any one who knows her. She loves her family no matter what  mistakes they might make. I have always been so impressed by her steadfastness in the gospel.  Whe4n I first met Marion I thought Oh great, Bonnie's mom is Miss Molly Mormon. But now, I see that is a badge of honor to be shared with the world.

  When Marion was taking her treatments and staying with us, I was awed by her attitude.  Always smiling and with joy in her heart.  She taught me to trust in the Lord and he will carry you through.  I really enjoyed the time she was at our house.  We were working on a jigsaw puzzle the time, loved to give each other a hard time about not getting it done faster. (never did get done)

Her love for Doug was something that every married couple should aspire to.  It seems that no matter what happens in her life, family comes first.  She always wants to know that each of the kids and their families are doing, if everything is good with them. If she can she also attends as most of their activities as possible.

  I will always aspire to have her faith in the gospel and have the love for my family that she has.

                                                                             Love you Mom,

                                                                               Larry Henington

 

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Trina Erickson

I have a lot of memories with Grandma. I remember when I was really young helping her in her yard and garden, she always had such a pretty yard. One of my fun memories is when it was time to kill the chickens, I loved going to their house and helping do that. I will never forget the year I moved in with them. I was so sad when my mom left and Grandma was there and made me feel better. The best school year I ever had is when I lived there. That was the year Grandpa & Grandma went on their cruise, grandma left a note on my pillow and Corinne's pillow. It was just a short note, but I still have that letter and cherish it. I remember I used to tease Corinne terribly and I would tell grandma she hit me, or was being mean. Grandma would always come to my defense and tell her to stop, when really she wasn't doing anything. One thing I will never forget is the way grandma was with grandpa, you just knew she would do anything for him. I thought it was neat everynight they were side by side doing dishes. I am thankful for the values they taught me, family prayer was a big thing in their home. Grandma has always been a big part of my life and someone very special to me. I am thankful for all of the memories I have with her.

Patty Sheridan

My MOM

When ever I think of memories of Mom I can see her now over her big blue bread pan making bread with a hole in the center of her flour and puring the liquid in it and mixing it up and hardly can wait for the end result. Mom made the best bread and still does, I wish I knew what happened to the blue pan she used I would love to have it. I remember Mom being such a hard worker and always helping Dad and cooking good meals, one time after being in the hay field all morning I remember going in and having mash potatoes and white gravy and it tasted so good I ate so much I was sick , Mom was a good cook except for steak no a fence but I could never eat it, sorry Mom. One time after dark when we were all suppose to be doing work and getting supper, mom was out helping dad, and we were all goofing around and playing, chasing each other I ran out side running from some one and out back by her bedroom window I saw a shadow and went in the house screaming, and soon in came mom she was out there watch us playing around she did not get mad, but told us we need do learn to do what we are ask.
She always took pride in what she did and did it well she loved flowers and rocks and she has passed this on to me. When we would go somewhere she was gathering rocks and flowers up to take home or digging up starts of things , I do the same thing. In my prayers at night I thank My Heavenly Father for giving me such good parents and for the things that they taught me. Mom never talked negative about anyone she always had such a good attitude and taught us well. I am so proud to call her MOM.
Patty

Bonnie Henington

Remembering things about Mom is easy to do, She was the one who was there to help with the things of every day life. Mom made sure we knew how to cook, even though we probably made a big mess. I remember her being pretty patient most of the time. Also she'd work with us, Which made working with her fun. Sewing was the one thing I really didn't have the patients for and It would frustrate me so bad. Mom would just say OK, pick it out and start over, I did learn to sew pretty good and even got to enjoy it some. But I never will be as good as she is.

Canning is something I am real thankful she taught me, it is something that I was regularly. It has help to keep my family's supply up.

I also remember the old ironing board we had in the kitchen wall, and mom ironing her temple clothes and telling me how much the temple meant to her, Handling the clothes so gentle and with such love.

Mom came to stay with us when she had her treatments, It was a time where I was able to get some lone time with her, we would talk , laugh and really enjoy being together. I wasn't in the house alot when I was young, Seems like I was outside with Dad. So the times that we had was put to good use. Mom is as hard of a worker as Dad, I had to fight to get some lone time. I remember hiding under our trundle bed with a flashlight to read. Later mom told me how she would sit and read aloud to me. I love to read now and read just about anything. I know this was a love she instilled in me.

When each of the Kids were born she was their to help and Mom I'm so glad you were. I remember how scared I was with Trina, I know I had all of my younger sisters and brother, but I was on my own.

Your sense of humor is wonderful to listen to also, watching you and Larry work the puzzle and kid back and forth, some of the jokes that kids would play on you or Dad , even each other . You could get laughing so hard I sometimes wondered if you would past out. All in all , mom, there is much more I could write, but I'm going to close with telling you how thankful you were my Mother. Your unconditional love and support help pull me through some real rough times. Giving me the strength to go on,to become what I am today. Love you ALWAYS. Bonnie

Aspen Bird

I love her! I like to go to her house and play with her toys. She comes to my house and gives me presents for my birfday!

Corinne

Wow, I don't know where to begin. When you have the best mom in the world it is hard to know where to begin. I admire and love so many things about her. I admire her love and respect for Dad! Oh, she loves him so much. She never said or did anything that would imply otherwise even if he was being stubborn. I also know that growing up she treated us the same way, I don't remember her yelling or swearing more than an "Oh Hell" once in awhile. When that came you knew she was mad.
She was so good to cook meals for me and my friends before volleyball or basketball games. Then her and Dad would be to each game. It was so good to see them in the stands. One birthday I had drill team early in the morning and a basketballl game after school and Iwasn't going to be home all day. When I woke up Mom had a Happy Birthday banner up in the hall, and a piece of toast with a candle in it for me. That was one of the neatest birthdays I remember.She made sure I knew I was loved.
She was so talented in painting and in sewing. I would dream up these dresses I wanted for the dances and she would put all my thoughts together and make them. She was always so selfless. She made my wedding dress and then at my shower gave me a porcelain doll with a dress that she made just like my wedding dress. Mom never gives anything unless it is from her heart.
That is how she lives. She is so faithful and humble I love her so much for the example she is to me and my family. I loved how when all our kids were born she came and stayed with us and helped me. Mom loves all her grandkids so much, and they know it, she makes sure of that.

If only I can be the same type of mother and Grandmother that she has been and contiues to be now.

The Udy Memories Grandma!

Rawley says," Grandma is the Best" Last year at the reunion I ran up and gave her a big hug and kiss. She didn't even care that I was soaking wet. She hugged me back! She gives us candy and lets us play with her toys. I loved when she came and stayed with us for Christmas. She always remembers our birthdays and gives us cool stuff. I just love Grandma Harper.

Hannah--Grandma Harper is the BEST Grandma anybody can have. I love Grandma for a lot of things. I absolutely love it when we go to Grandma's or she comes to our house, because she always plays games with me or she lets me use her stuff.

Last year she made us a parade, she gave us some flags to march around with. After that we played outside in the water.There is nobody in the world who has a Grandma like Grandma Harper. I Just love Grandma. SHE IS THE BEST.

MacKall says," I like how we go help her in her yard, and to play with her toys when we go there. I like it when she comes and stays because she plays games with us. She gives us good treats.

Baxton- I just love Grandma for so many things. But something that meant the most to me was this year when I turned 12 and was ordained a deacon she gave me a special gift. She gave a note that said how much she and Grandpa loved me and that because I love knives, Grandpa would want me to have the pocket knife that he carried all the time. It would be my special memory of Grandpa. It meant and will always be kept safe.

Darlene Pitcher

Mom in my eyes has always been like and angel. She was always so nice. Yes she did swat us on the butt occasionally when we needed it, but to others and to us she is always nice. When I was probably about 10 or so I heard her swear. She did not do that and to this day I think it is the only time I have heard her. I was pretending to be somebody and acting like them, and was making her guess who I was. She finally gave up and I said "I am John Hayes" (some of you might remember him) and she said "If you are John Hayes then get the hell of here."

Most of my memories also is of when I have been sick. I would wake up in the middle of the night with my first cancer and she would be sitting by the side of my bed. She spent hours rubbing my feet and legs and helping me both mentally and physically. When I was sick the last time (notice I said "last" I am not getting it again. She surprised me by staying in the hospital with me for a week. She wasn't planning on it but knew she needed to. She had no extra clothes and she would wash and then get dressed again. I loved the time that we spent together in the hospital. I don't remember alot in the hospital but I do remember the time that we had together.

Mom always liked her yard and house to be nice. She always had a project going in the yard and her and dad would always find time to make it look nice. I remember a favorite time of year for me was Easter. She would always take us to town and buy material for a dress and she would always make us a new Easter dress. We also got to buy a new pair of shoes to go with our dress. Then on Easter Sunday we always got our pictures taken. She was aways canning and sewing along with her always helping dad on the farm.

I always thought Mom was so pretty. When I would look at her pictures of when she was younger I just thought she was beautiful.

Another thing that I always remember about Mom is her big hats that she would wear in the yard and in the fields with Dad. We used to tease her about them but now I love remembering her in them. This is one of my favorite pictures of Mom in her hat at Elba.

She also loves all of us kids and has always let us know.

She is a strong hard working lady and I have always admired her for her example and for her love of the gospel. She had always had a strong testimony and she always lives it.

MY FONDEST MEMORIES OF MOM OR GRANDMA

Karli Pitcher

I don't remember much about grandpa. But Ido remember how funny he was. He was always cracking some sort of a joke. He taught me the easy way to sweep the floor. I was sweeping at grandmas and I couldn't get all the dirt into the dust pan. So he stood up and took the broom from me. He just spread the dirt around so you couldn't tell it was there anymore. It is an excellent trick and i still use it:)

Diann Larsen

It hard for me to remember too many details about growing up, but I do remember that I was happy and content. My memories of Dad are precious to me. I remember thinking, I suppose like all kids do, that my dad was invincible. There was nothing he couldn't do. I knew that he would always be there for me, Dad taught me to work and that it was important to be able to work. I remember going with him to work alot. When he drove the whey truck we had to take turns to go with him, and I couldn't wait for my turn. It was so fun to go with Daddy, and he would always get us a treat to take home. I don't recall what we would talk about but I know it was a special time for me.

Patty Sheridan

My Dad

When I started to think about the memories of Dad and trying to put it on paper, I was over come with things to tell about. What I remember the most is what a hard worker he was, he was always doing some kind of work. He would hardly ever stay in the house very long before he would be back doing something. He was always fixing up and redoing things. He would always help Mom in her yard and was proud of how it looked.

I remember telling him I liked bird houses once, and he said lets go out in the shop I think I have enough wood to make you one. Yhat bird house is still in my yard and I think of him every time I see it.

He wanted us to be an eternal family and I remember kneeling down before school to have family prayer. He would make sure we had family home evening, I am so proud of the things he taught me and I so appreciate them now.

Dad loved Hereford cattle, he was most happy feeding the baby calves and taking care of the cattle, he had a love for horses too. I remember Flash the appaloosa. I was always hanging out with Dad I wanted to do the things out side I remember going to Barlow's on the horses , and driving cows to Elba. He would always buy us ice-cream at Osmers. I remember going to Barlow's to cut out sheep to take to the sale. I don't know why but the smell of horses brings back memories of Dad, maybe because Dad and I spent a lot of time together on horses. He loves my kids and was there to watch them in what ever they did. I am so grateful that I was raised by such good Parents who taught me the right things. Patty

Kris Bird

Trina Erickson

All of my pictures are in storage, but I do have a favorite of Grandpa. Being the oldest grandchild I do have several memories of grandpa, but for the most part he was pretty quiet and to himself. I do remember he loved to tease. The one thing I remember doing with grandpa is now a fond memory, but at the time was not. I helped them move cattle quite often, and if I knew ahead of time that they were going to do it I would try to have an excuse why I couldn't help. It scared me to death that they were going to run over me. I really remember one day grandpa had me standing down the old dirt road next to the house and I was so scared waiting for the cows. When they came it was just like they were headed straight for me, I dove under the white pickett fence and let them all go by. I did get in trouble, never forgot that one. I remember grandpa saddling up Red for us to ride, that was one of my favorite things.
There is one memory that I have that is very special to me because it was a side of grandpa that I really never saw, and Corinne was the only one I ever told. When I was living with grandpa and grandma I was headed to the porch to go into the house. I don't know why I stopped, maybe it was because I knew grandpa and grandma were there having a conversation that seemed different. I just remember grandpa seeming so soft in his words and asked grandma about her day. I remember him kissing and hugging her for a minute and telling her he loved her. That was special to me.
When I lived there I played basketball. I was kind of the benchwarmer I think, but grandpa was there everytime to watch me warm the bench. It was hard for me to have a serious conversation with him, but I hope he knows now how much he meant to me and how thankful I am to the example he was. I love you grandpa! I think of you often and miss you terribly.

Trina

Baxton and Hannah Udy

I remember Grandpa and Grandma coming to Grandparent day at my school.

Grandpa came to the fair to watch Hannah and I clogg. We both remember Grandpa poking us with his crutches everytime we would go see him. He would always tease us. And drop his popcycles in the cracks of the deck.

Rawley doesn't remember this but at the last Christmas Party Dad was at Rawley was giving him rides in his wheelchair. I am not sure Dad was having as much fun as Rawley.

Nathan Pitcher

He was my only grandpa because my other grandpa died before I was born. He was always funny and he would always tease me and be funny. I liked to ride in his tractors with him, and I liked it when he let me ride Buck, the horse. He let me feed the cows and do the chores. In this picture I was pretending to be his dog and had the chain hooked up on my pants. He never got mad at me and he was always a nice and loving person. I miss him.

Kelly Henington

My fondest memory of Grandpa Harper is when Ben and I were out with grandpa by the cows and he was deflating one (I guess that’s what it is) and I kept making the cow upset, grandpa gave me 3 warnings to get out of the way and I still never listened. So as a result of my ditzy ness he yelled louder than I think I have ever heard him yell. On the happier note, one Sunday when I went to stay Grandma, Grandpa and I all went on a Sunday drive into the mountains to try to see Ted putting out a giant fire, it was giant to me. Also I remember that grandpa would constantly give me a hard time about drinking “swill water”, took me awhile to figure out what he actually meant. He is missed and always loved.
Kelly Henington

Bonnie Henington

Thing I remember as fun when I look back on them were really work. But dad made it fun because this what I remember. So short I couldn't even see over the steering wheel I'd steer the pickup while dad threw hay off the cows and sheep. He'd tell me to head for that end of the field and keep it straight, then he'd jump off the truck and come turn the pickup the other way and off we'd go again.
Then in the summers it was get on the horses and go to each of the fields and change the dams in the ditches, as I got older the he would just send me. Also in the summer there was the cattle drives, we'd start at some pasture ground at Idahome and drive the cattle along the old train tracks to home. There would be dad, myself, Grandpa RJ Harper, Uncle LaVere and Bud , I think Uncle Kay and Jay were there too, It was dirty , dusty and hot but I loved it.
Being the oldest I really got to work with Dad a lot, It was so much fun a sheep shearing time. The kids would get on top of the sheep shed and jump into the wool sacks to tramp it down so they could gets lots in the bag, I remember the feel of the wool, it was soft but it was also kind of oily feel from the lanolin. Then the bags would be load up and taken to Brigham City to the old Baron Woolen Mill. I remember the woolen blankets we had from there.
One time Diann and I were told to go to Barlow’s to change the water and we road Old Tony.
Dad told us not to ride through the big mud puddle on the corner over there because Tony like to roll in it when it was hot. It was hot that day and we didn't listen to him very well and went through the puddle and Tony rolled in it with us on him, how we didn't get hurt I'll never know.
Needless to say Dad happened to be on top of hay stack and seem the whole thing, he was mad but don't remember how we were punished.
As I got older Dad did hay custom hauling for people and I went to work with him and drove the Lundal trailer . I also got to help stack some of the layer when the hay wasn't too thick. Dad and I always milked cow together or take turns milking and doing chores, He love to squirt milk into our mouths from the teats, Maybe that is why I don't like milk now. Also we always had cats to feed milk , then there were the bottle fed calves, in the winter when it was lambing time, he was known to bring lambs into the house.
Can't forget all the hours that he spent helping me with my 4-H calves and Horses, it was really time to share his talents with me too. It was not just us he set such an example to it was all the kids who he worked with in 4-H and his church callings, they all loved him.
We worked hard and I'm so glad he taught me how to work and take pride in what I did,
I'm sure I complained a lot then. But we always got to play hard also, we went on picnics, he'd take us to Indian Hot Spring, we would go camping, with Aunts and Uncles and their families.
In the winter he'd have us out pulling us on old pick-up hood, ( I think that what it was ) in the snow. Oh! It was so fun to work and play beside him.
I remember trips to Park Valley to visit Kunzler , trip to see our cousins in Salt Lake, there were many places that we went.
Every morning we'd go out and do chores , come in and have breakfast, morning prayer around the breakfast table, then going over the plans for the day. If it was school, it was go to practices after school, home and do chores and then back for games or mutual. He made sure he went to all of our sports, softball, volleyball or basketball. The support was so wonderful to have. Oh there were movies at the Grange too. That was a ball.
Sunday was for church, and a day to visit family this when we found our selves at grandma and Grandpa Frost or one of the Aunts or Uncles. I always knew that Dad had a testimony, I don't remember the stories he would tell about his mission, but just that he'd let us know of his love for the gospel in them. Temple trip where a big deal too in our house when I was young, It was a long drive to go so we stayed with grand parents.
At Uncle LaVere’ funeral, Dad gave the closing prayer, and while he was giving that prayer I felt then that Dad knew Jesus personality , Dad was not just saying a prayer he was talking to
Him on a one to one basic. I don't know if any one else felt it, but I know it, what a testament to me.
Thank you, Dad for being such a strong influence in my life, there were many times I seemed to make bad choices but He was always there to pick me up and Love me unconditionally. Because of this I know that I became a much better person, and stronger in my belief. Of the gospel. There are many more memory’s that keep popping up. Love you very much and really miss you. Thanks for still being there. I know you are still watching out for us. Am looking forward to that day we are all together again.

Marion Harper

Corinne Udy

I Remember.


I Remember the grin of a special man.


I Remember him sitting through hours of drill team reviews and never missing a basketball, volleyball or softball game, he was my biggest fan.


I Remember early morning cattle drives and him making me wear heavy ugly chaps for warmth.


I Remember vacations, road trips and traveling the wrong way on one way streets. And while he let us sleep would take early morning walks.


I Remember scoldings and pep talks.


I Remember strong but gentle hands giving me blessings from the priesthood which he had.


I Remember Dad.


I Remember.

This Picture is when Dad and came camping with Burke and I and the kids in Elba.

Boy to talk about Dad is so easy. He made life so memorable. He taught me to work hard and play after. I remember trips to Indian Springs after each harvest was up. I remember picnics at Elba after checking cows or fixing fence. I remember his teasing and his jokes.

I remember Dad insisting on morning prayer. Even if I was half way kneeling with a toothbrush in my mouth. Then he and mom would sneak off to the porch so he could kiss her good-bye before she went to work. He loved her so much and though he would hide his kisses- he never hid his love and respect for her.

One very special thing that really sticks out was one trip home from college. I was struggling with a couple things in my life and all I said was that I needed a Father's Blessing'. I was so scared he was going to start asking all sorts of questions, but he gave me one of the most incredible blessings. He hugged me afterward and that was all that was said about it. He had enough faith for both of us, for that I am so grateful.

When Dad and Mom worked in the temple, I loved our little trip to Smiths for sweet and sour chicken, or Skippers for shrimp.

Just before I married I was home on a Sunday afternoon and Dad and I saddled the horses and we went for a ride down by the willows. I remember just visiting and laughing and talking with Dad about everything from my new life to the cows. And I cherish that horse ride so much. It was just me and Dad.

Even as Dad's health started to fail he still showed support by watching his grand kids do whatever they were involved in even dance. He was an incredible man and I miss him so much. I know there has been times when I was doing baptism at the temple that he was there to remind me that he loves me, and that he is watching over us always. Until he can greet us in heaven.

MY FONDEST MEMORIES OF DAD OR GRANDPA

DARLENE PITCHER



As I sit and think about Dad, the fondest memory of him is when I had my first cancer and how is changed our relationship. He was so compassionate to me and when he would come in from chores I would always hear him ask Mom how I was doing. Then I would hear him come to my door and most always pause before coming in. He would come and sit on the foot of the bed and talk to me and always wanted to know what I needed and what he could do for me. On days that I was real bad he would not always come in because he was having a hard time dealing with it. He hated to see me so sick and I know that is why he could not always come in. The most important thing I know is that he loved me and all his kids. He would do anything for any of us and I will always love him deeply for the love he had for me.
I remember always wanting him to grow a mustache but he never wanted to. One day when we were sitting on the porch I told him I would get better from the cancer if he would grow a mustache. He never said anything to me but just kinda laughed. After that day he never shaved his mustache again until he was called to be a temple worker years after I got better. He will never know how much strength that gave to me.
I also loved to go on his weekly rides up to Elba and Barlows. I loved riding with him and just visiting with him and Mom. We would always stop at the old Elba store for treats and he would always tease us and say he didn't bring his money, but then he would always pull in and let us get a treat. Not very often did he go with out Mom. He loved her so much and I loved how he treated her all the time. I think we can all remember how he had to have her with him and when she would go and it was time to come in for night he always helped her with the housework.
I loved the times he would help us with our 4-H steers and when I was little he would always hold my hand while we would walk around the yards. He would squeeze my hand and tease me about it being to far from my heart to kill me.
I also remember his favorite joke. As we would pass any cemetery he would always say it was the most famous one in the world. We would always say "Why" "Cause everybody is dieing to get there"
He very seldom missed any of our games and activities. I loved seeing him and Mom in the stands.
I also remember when I told him I was pregnant with Syd. We were living in Arizona and when I called and told him he started to cry. I know it was surprise, because of my treatments they told me that my chances would be slim to be able to have kids. He was always so good to my kids. They loved their grandpa but they will write about that.
The pictures that I am posting are some of my favorite of him. I have always had them and look at them often. I miss him so much some times. When I was sick this last time, I had on my shelf in the bedroom, a little gift that he gave to me when I was sick the first time. I would look at it often and it made me feel so good to know that he still loves me and that I can see him again. I felt his spirit with me a couple of times when I was having some hard days and I know he was sent here to comport me and help me. I loved his testimony of the gospel and the many values that he taught me and showed me through his example. I am proud to have had him as my Dad and am thankful that he was such a great example to me and to my family. I LOVE YOU DAD!