Our Mountain Home

Several years age while living on the mountain, I wrote a poem. I haven't shared it with anyone , I don't think. I ran across it yesterday. I decided to put it up for you all to see.

Our Mountain Home

Our Mountain Home up in the trees
Is a place for us to meet.
It's fun to be together here.
With lot's of fish to eat.

The Deep Creek trips are main events
Of any who arrive.
Those that make it back with Dad,
Are glad to be alive.

"Acquire" is the game that's played.
More frequently than not.
The object of the game, of course,
To beat Heidi on the spot.

Now Dad, he likes to fix things up,
He works from sun to sun.
We wonder why he works so hard
But he's the one who gets done.

When all the family is here
For vacations and a rest.
Confusion and chaos may reign
But it's the time that is THE BEST!!!

The Wells Family

Grandma Bessie and her sister

This house was where Alfred and Bessie Wells lived in Preston, Idaho.
Grandma Bessie is sitting on the far left. Standing is Alice Talbot, next to Bessie left to right is Marvel Christinsen, Merelda Winger, and Ivy Clayton.

My Grandmother

This picture was taken right before I graduated from High School. My Mother, my Grandma Bessie (my Dad's mother) and me. It was taken in our Preston house.
My Grandma Bessie liked to dress up and always wore a hat. She was a very sweet woman. My mother says of her: "She was my best friend".
Grandma lived in town. Whenever we would go to town, (about five miles from our house in Winder) we would go by Grandma's for a visit.
I don't remember my Grandpa much. He didn't like to go places. He was a "homebody". Grandma would always come to anything I was in, but not Grandpa.
My Grandma was a great cook. She seemed to aways have something good ready for us to eat when we came for our visits. When I learned to drive, I would go to town to pick her up and take her to the stores. She never learned to drive.
Grandma Bessie was not very tall. I would guess about five feet. She always told me that I was her favorite. I didn't realize until at her funeral, while talking to some of my cousins, that they all thought that THEY were her favorite. She had a way of making you feel so special. I miss her!!

Piano Recital

During my college years, I took piano lessons from Professor Wasserman. I started with him when I was in High School. My mother would take me to Logan once a week for lessons. I was in many recitals with his students. He did a lot of two piano numbers, which were my favorites.
This program above was the highlight of my piano playing career. I played the Grieg piano Concerto in A Minor. My piano teacher, Wasserman, played the orchestra part on another piano. I will never forget the experience. I had it memorized and did a good job. It was a thrilling!

Lund Hall

This is where I liked at Utah State my freshman and sophomore years. The bottom of this picture tells the price. You can't see it very well. It was $250 for Fall quarter, $165 Spring, and $190 for Winter. That included three meals a day at that cafeteria. Can you believe those prices?
It was on the road to Logan canyon. The wind would blow down out of the canyon on Winter days. We hated to even go out the front door on those days in the Winter. Boy was it cold!!

My Dad and me.

This picture of my dad and me was taken around 1956. You can see that dad was not very tall. When I wore "heels", I was a tall as he was. My dad always looked nice when he got all dressed up. I , being his only daughter, was always very proud of the way I looked and complimented me often.
He was a good story teller and was "the life of the party" more often than not.
He loved baseball. I remember watching games with him as he would tell me all about what was going on. That's how I learned to like baseball.
He died way to soon.