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Susan's obituary

You go can right here to read about Susan's life.

We will miss our Susan.

Our precious Susan, my Dad's wife, quietly slipped away into the next life, on Christmas Eve morning. 

We will dearly miss her!

And this happened at the post office last week

My sweet friend had a sacred experience at her post office last week, and she wrote this poem that very day. 

It is too good not to share. And she said I could. 

Reaching Out, Reaching Up ©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
The week before Christmas, I wait at the post office, mailing one last precious thing. The line isn’t quite out the door, but it’s close, and our holiday mood’s taken wing.
With senders disgruntled, and workers the same, there’s a spirit of dissatisfaction. A young mom, with toddler and baby in tow, offers me a much-needed distraction.
Such a cute little girl, such a sweet little guy, and they’re hangin’ in pretty darn well. But after a while their endurance breaks down, and the toddler commences to yell.
She is not a small girl, but her mom picks her up, calms her down, and hands baby a treat. I smile and she smiles back, a meeting of minds. (That mother-to-mother thing’s neat.)
I mind my own business, but keep glancing over. It’s clear that the outlook is bleak. Her daughter now screaming, the…

Daisy Part 2

I asked Tyler and Karen how they are adjusting so far to Baby Daisy, and how their first visit together went. 

Tyler's reply:

And knowing Leo as I do, 
I know he is very serious about that introduction. 

And Karen added this:

And this. Tyler is the leader of the young men in his ward at church. His bishop sent him this little clip the day after Daisy was born...

(although we can not make out for sure what they are saying after Congratulations.)

But how very thoughtful!
Congratulations from the church youth group from Jill Shelley on Vimeo.

Daisy has arrived! Part 1

It was a very exciting night last night. But before I get to that, I want to start with Monday evening because this all ties together. 

We were visiting our very lovable 90 year old friend Neva in a care center. Not sure she wanted her picture taken so I just got this one of the little tree by her bed...

Her grandson last week had hoyer lifted her into her wheelchair  and drove her to Dollar World  so she could buy some decor for her door. 
It's the little things, you know.

I proceeded to tell Neva that  we are expecting a grand baby any day now.
She asked what her name will be.
When I said, "Daisy" she right away started singing, 
"Daisy, Daisy, Give me your answer do I'm so crazy, all for the love of you...."
Soon Dennis was singing too.  He knew all the words, and then I thought, ohmygosh, so do I.
I had not thought of that song in years!
Then I remembered, my Mom use to sing this around the house while she was cleaning. I have it locked in my brain because of her. 

An odd combination of updates

1. We are on baby watch around here. Karen is dilated to a 4 and has been for days. I jump every time the phone rings, which is so not me. 

2. Last night walking around Savemart with Dennis, I suddenly saw this new ice cream flavor, and felt sick. Really, pancake flavored ice cream? This actually appeals to someone?

3. Den still has what it takes....
Even the man at the shooting range said, "The old guy still has it!"  

4. McKenna says McKay and Annie look like twins here...

5.Just a little FYI that's interesting...

6.And this is pretty much perfect...

Thinking about my Mom today

This was written on Saturday, December 8th.

The only birthday party I ever remember my Mom talking about, was the one she had on Dec 7, 1941 when she turned 12. (actually she turned 12 the next day, Dec 8th)

I grabbed this from my Mom's writings....

My favorite line in all of that above, "After this, major changes took place in our lives,  some good and some bad. It was years later before  we knew which was which." 

This morning as I first turned on my computer I noticed that Facebook sent me an alert about one of my "friends,"  Boyd Willden, also having a birthday today. 
Boyd Willden was the missionary who baptized  my Dad into our church in 1955. 
I hadn't realized he shared a birthday with Mom.
So I went right to his page to wish him Happy Birthday,  and noticed he passed away about 3 weeks ago!
A little searching and I found THIS LINK to his obituary. Then the day was rounded off by a text  that my niece Natalie sent to her Dad:
Sounds like Natalie had a Grandma Gaynor …

Here's where the Rozier and Bush families intersect

Well, just barely, but still interesting enough to mention.

President George and Barbara Bush lived for a short time in Bakersfield, Ca in 1949. Along with 3 year old George W. 

2101 Monterey Street

My Mom was born in Bakersfield in 1929, but moved from there to Fresno, before 1949. Their homes were just 2 miles apart.
So their paths didn't exactly cross.


I have a cousin in North Carolina that I recently found (actually he found me through my blog.) His name is William Rozier, and he's the grandson of my Grandpa Romeo's brother William. 

Yesterday my cousin William sent me a clip of himself nearly 40 years ago, in a commercial with George HW Bush. 

The video clip is interesting all these years later, even if you don't want to see my cousin.

Go to This Link

Then select "George HW Bush for President" thumbnail 
Right about 3:29 you will see a Real Estate Agent in a red coat. That's my cousin William Rozier. 

The house was actually a listing of Rozier Realt…

Christmas 1983

The year was 1983.

Brock was 6, and Logan 4. 

My sister Robin had brought over a sort of heavy Christmas gift for them and put it under our tree days before Christmas. They were SO excited about that gift. I remember them touching it, talking about it. 

Finally Christmas came and they got to open Aunt Robin's gift. 

Now before you see their reaction, keep in mind that it truly was a great present and I was very pleased with it, and I know they used it A LOT. 

But sometimes kids don't appreciate the best gifts right away.

I don't think she liked it, but not sure.

So while my hair girl was painting low lights through my hair, we were both talking about the fires in Paradise, Ca. We traded stories we'd heard from both the media, or people we knew who had been there.

I told her one story I read on the news that she knew nothing about, and that's where the conversation changed a bit.

It's about a bus driver who was at one of the elementary schools in Paradise, ready to leave when there were still 22 children whose parents could not get to them. The flames were near by and they had to go now, so he took all 22 children, plus a kindergarten teacher and a 2nd grade teacher and off they went in the school bus. 

There were flames and smoke surrounding them. The bus was so smokey it was hard to see, and the lungs of the kids were filling up with smoke. 

So the bus driver took off his shirt and tore it into pieces. He then took the only bottle of water on the bus, and wet down each piece of torn cloth. The 2 teachers on the bus helped each child …

Susan's 80th birthday party, and what I learned

Such a special night when lots of Susan's family came together to wish her a Happy 80th!

Shown above with her sister Corinne and her brother in law. 

Several of Susan's grandchildren attended,  including her very youngest granddaughter Sophie: I got so involved talking to her, that I didn't take many pictures.
I told her, "You were just a new born baby when your Grandma Susan married my Dad in '07."
She disagreed, "No, I was a year old when they got married,"
I gently said, "No, you were just a few weeks old. What year were you born?"
Sophie: "I was born in '06."
Me: "Uh, no, you were born in '07."
She tilted her head and rolled her eyes when I said that. You know the look. (But it was adorable on her!)
Sophie: "I was not born in '07. I was born in '06.  I'm going to go ask my Mom." 
Good, I thought. 
She came right back, and announced to me:  "My mom said I was born in '07." 
She could have …