Now It's My Turn

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Okay, now that you all have had a chance to read Myrna's fabrication of me pinching her and the scars (Myrna, what were you thinking?) she says she carries, I must say that well, it just is not true. Granted, I did throw a good temper tantrum, and my being the youngest of four, I was forgiven much. However, really Myrna, "scars"? I have feelings you know.
In all honesty, my siblings would probably tell you I was the spoiled one. I think I just got away with stuff. Mom did tell me once that I cleaned windows better than anyone. Was it the truth or was it a motivator, it makes no difference. I like to think I can motivate my children as mom did me. What do you think kids?
I do agree with Myrna in her description of mom and dad and I agree that I miss them both terribly; some days more often.
I'll write more another day, but I am so happy for this blog and the opportunity to share and learn about family.
Love, Aunt Kris................................................"scars"?

Yes, I copy/pasted Myrna's comment.

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I wanted this post front and center rather than in the comment section. Great post Myrna (Jim or Jackson or whoever you are today). thanks,



Today is Daddy's Birthday. (April 30) Loved that man. He was so pleasant and so good to me growing up. There are so many memories I have. Growing up in Delta, going to Grandmom and Grandads every sunday Night to watch Walt Disney ( They had the color Tv) In fact, in my memory, they were the first ones to have a color TV in Delta, That might be wrong, but that is my memory. Staying outside late at night and playing games with the neighbor kids not ever worrying about anything or anyone. Bob and Lynette were 7 yrs and 5 yrs older than me and watching them. I remember Lynette getting ready for dates and watching her hoping I would be as pretty and vivacious as she was when I grew up. Putting up with Bob. He was such a tease. I loved his music and loved to listen to it. (Kingston Trio was my favorite)a He was a fun brother.
Kris and I shared a bedroom and I always thought her side was messier than mine. We fought quite a bit. In fact I still have scars from when she pinched me! She was quite a pincher. we get along fine now, but growing up was a different story.
Going to the sandhills alot and just playing there with The Daltons and the Munsters. We would have picnics there. Also Oak city Canyon. So fun. We kids would challenge each other to see who could sit in the creek the longest. That was one cold creek! I remember Mom having a News Years day party every year and having black eyed peas and corn bread. Yum! She would cook ALOT of black eyed peas!
I remember Christmas. I loved that time of year. Mom would decorate so much and Kris and I would help. We always had popcorn balls, cookies and nuts on the coffee table and of course Christmas music going all the time. That must be why I love Christmas music so much! I start listening to Christmas music by July usually.
I remember going to the Chronicle and working along side Dad single wraping the papers that would be sent each week. I never really thought of it as a chore as I got to be with my Dad. He was usually happy and I was always happy to be around him. I remember my mom out front talking to everyone, so efficient. I was so proud of them both and I thought we were the best family in Delta!
Daddy loved to dance and he was so good. I remember at his funeral, there were so many women that came up to me to tell me that he was such a good dancer. He would come to my Junior Prom and Senior Prom and always dance with me and I could follow him so easily. He really was a great dancer.
I would have sleep overs and Dad and Mom would go to the back bedroom and just let us girls have the run of the house. Very good parents. I loved them. I never once heard either of them ever swear and say anything negative of anyone. Never. they were such good examples of that.
Mom was always in charge of 4th of July festivities and we always had a float from the Chronicle. she was also in charge of the Christmas festivities. I remember her making tons of home made musterd and delivering it.
Well, those are some random memories of my parents and siblings. Loved my life. They were great parents, not perfect, but just what I needed. I was so proud to be a Riding.
Love you all
Myrna K

April 30, 2009 10:34 AM

Is it Just me??

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Or does anyone else want to hear more from our parents on this blog?? Come on old timers!! share some memories!!!!

Love you all.
Nick

Does any one else...

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Sometimes get a whiff of Delta air?? maybe it's dairy air, or to some I'm pretty sure it's more like derriere.. but sometimes i get a good smell of my memories of Hinkley/Delta area and it really makes me breath in deep and let it out with a bit smile!

Just a thought.

Grandpa Riding

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From the Millard County Chronicle, July 26th 1979

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For Bethany Buck
by Grandma Sarah Inez Moody

I was sitting on God's knee. And, He was telling me about the beauties of a life on Earth despite its trials and tribulations. He asked me did I want to go to Earth and I answered, "yes, oh, yes." And I continued that I would like to go to Earth on July 11th, 1979.

"And, my child, who would you like for your parents?", He asked me.

Now that is a big question. I pondered that one, for Earth parents have much to do with one's returning to our Heavenly Father. And I looked Earth over carefully.

And I looked and looked. Earth is filled with many people, some of whom would make excellent parents. But, I wanted the very best. God gave me a few hours in which to continue looking at Earth.

And, finally. Finally, I saw this marvelous Earth Family in Orem, Utah. And I watched them for several more hours. I saw this very handsome Earth Father who works hard to provide. I saw this beautiful Earth Mother who also works hard to keep the Earth Home going smoothly. And I saw six happy and beautiful Earth Children. There was Kimberly, Arienne, and Tamara. Just beautiful Earth Children. Then I looked a little closer and saw Joshua, Zackary, and Gabriel. And they were happy Earth Children, also. As I continued to watch this Earth Family, I saw all of them getting into their best clothes and going to church. I saw how well behaved they were in His Church and came to my decision.

"I want to belong to that Earth Family, Dear Heavenly Father. I want that Family."

And God honored my decision.

"Nearer My God, to Thee"

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Music is my only way to deal. It's the only way I am able to handle things. What an amazing emotional relief it is to sing, hum, play or listen to something that has such profound meaning at a certain place and time. What a blessing.


I was fortunate enough to take time off school to be with Grandpa Riding at the hospital in Provo. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else. Just to be able to sit with him, talk to him, sing little things to him here and there. As pained as he was, he showed such elation for the things I shared with him. My grades, subjects in school I enjoyed, making student council and the things I would be in charge of. He was especially excited about me planning dances. He wanted me to teach the foxtrot. :) Sadly, I was never, nor am I now, any good at dancing. You can imagine, I was sorry to disappoint. :) I spent two days with him and STILL it was not enough. It would never be enough. My mom and I tried to see him as much as possible.
The last time I saw Grandpa Riding was June 3, 2002. He was in a hospice bed in Delta and my mom, Tam and I had gone down to be with him. Aunt Myrna and Uncle Jim were there as well, and I think Aunt Kris was there too. Well, as much time as I had spent with him, nothing was able to prepare me for the scene before me. Here was a man so strong. So full of integrity. So kind and generous. So tender. A man filled with such love and pride for his family, friends and country. In a body so weak. So frail. So fragile. And yet his strength was shining through. What an amazing man.
I held onto his hand that night, talking gently, humming softly, and when I sang a line or two of "More Holiness Give Me" I felt a light pressure on my hand. The smallest squeeze...to let me know he was aware. I felt urged to go on. I felt the need to prolong his calm, this peaceful feeling of love that filled his home. "Nearer My God, to Thee" sprung to my lips and I sang. Quietly and humbly I sang these words softly in his ear by his bedside:

Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee;
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be, Nearer, my God, to Thee;
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear, Steps unto Heav'n;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv'n;
Angels to beckon me, Nearer, my God, to Thee;
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be, Nearer, my God, to Thee;
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly;
Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee;
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

The Spirit, so strong, washed over me. Covering me in the most powerful feeling. I was overwhelmed with profound, divine love. It stayed with me. It stayed with him. I could feel the presence of it all night. This song, every meaning within it, was my way of grieving for my grandpa and what a beautiful feeling it is for me to know that my singing it was a comfort for him as well.
I share this story, not to get the tears flowing (although, let's be honest, I AM Lynette's daughter, and the tears are flowing freely), but to share with all of you, a moment that has been engraved in my memory and held so dear to my heart. How blessed I am to have been taught so much by a man I had never heard speak. Who taught me more by his example than words could have done justice. I miss him dearly. I only hope I can be as great an example as he was to me.

*Cassie Player*


 

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