Should have cleaned it and didn't think to bring anything to do it with. I'll clean it for Mother's day.
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| Grain on his side & music notes on her side & family motto in center |
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| She liked lilacs. |
Showing posts with label Myra Faye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Myra Faye. Show all posts
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Memories of Myra Faye
One year ago today my dear friend, Myra Faye, passed away. I have sorely missed her! I went back in time and relived those days... here and here There are several others right by those two posts if you care to remember with me. Love my OS. After Church I'll go take a picture of her headstone and post it for you to see.
Should have cleaned it and didn't think to bring anything to do it with. I'll clean it for Mother's day.
Should have cleaned it and didn't think to bring anything to do it with. I'll clean it for Mother's day.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
missing my friend...
One year ago today I picked my friend, Myra Faye, up and we went to the General Women's Conference in Toppenish. She was dealing with recently diagnosed brain cancer. It had really effected her memory. She said she needed to be near the rest room as her Rx seem to run right through her. I told her we'd sit in the back on the right hand side and she could just quickly step out into the hall and the bathroom was so close. She said she couldn't remember where the bathroom was and didn't understand where I planned to have us sit. I told her that I'd take her if needs be.
We enjoyed the Conference and headed home. We sat and visited for a long while. Planned some things for the next week. She even mentioned we could run over for beans/rice at our favorite restaurant right then. We didn't go. A year later and I wish we had.
That outing was the last she went on.
All of our plans quickly plummeted as she died 4 weeks later.
I really miss my friend. Today I sat there and enjoyed this years General Woman's Conference and thought again...live life to it's fullest and love and appreciate your friends. and...have no regrets! Except for wishing we'd gone to eat for one last time that night I have no regrets. We had planned to go the next week.
We enjoyed the Conference and headed home. We sat and visited for a long while. Planned some things for the next week. She even mentioned we could run over for beans/rice at our favorite restaurant right then. We didn't go. A year later and I wish we had.
That outing was the last she went on.
All of our plans quickly plummeted as she died 4 weeks later.
I really miss my friend. Today I sat there and enjoyed this years General Woman's Conference and thought again...live life to it's fullest and love and appreciate your friends. and...have no regrets! Except for wishing we'd gone to eat for one last time that night I have no regrets. We had planned to go the next week.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Missing my friend...
Also at this time I think of friends that have moved on past this life and how they enriched mine while they were here and our paths crossed. Scattered snippets of shared times as single memories surface and then like a slide show make way for yet another one....Rita and Edna and May and Lee and Judd and Elaine.
My own parents. A fleeting thought...My mother bringing me pansies to plant, reminding me that they have a little smiley face and are the friendship flower. Thinking of me and wanting to help me out of a situation of which there was no getting out of but that loving act remains with me and strengthens me after all these years. Her concern and willingness. so tender. so touching.
And now...my Myra Faye. Recently losing her and realizing I have no regrets of our friendship, as far as maximizing it within the framework of our own lives, puts extra value on my living friends and makes me want to make sure I let them know they are valued and treasured and enjoyed and appreciated.
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| Last picture. Both of us in tears. |
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| He always called her Sweetheart |
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Monday, May 5, 2014
time marches on...
Seth Thomas. A brand of clocks that my Mother liked. They were high quality clocks and the two that she bought were maple wood (which was also her favorite).
Times and seasons on my mind right now. Gratitude that the Lord is totally in charge of both of these areas of each of our lives. When I was young I was terrified of death/dying. In my mind it was so final on not seeing or being with loved ones, which really is no surprise when my Baptist SS teacher let me know that the Bible says...there is no marriage or giving of marriage in heaven. Eventually, after joining the Church and studying, I was able to wrap my brain around this actually being true but not in the way my wonderful SS teacher taught/understood it. All priesthood ordinances, including marriage/sealing, is done by proxy on earth, not in heaven so therefore no marriage or giving of marriage in Heaven is a truth.
It took me a number of years to come to the reality of the random ages that people die. One real young. One real old. One sick. One healthy. really good people dying and really life wasters living.
Eventually I realized that it was great that we don't have to make that choice and I understood that the Lord is aware of the happenings. It brought me peace that has lasted.
President Kimball said we can shorten our life a bit by poor choices but we really can't extend it.
The clincher for me was reading that there is an appointed time to die.
All of our hourglasses have a certain amount of sand and we can try to extend our game time by thumping the glass or tapping it but really, when time is up...it's up.
we are told there is a time to be born AND a time to die.
we are told about proxy work being taught to those that need those earthly ordinances done.
we are told that this is our probationary time to prepare to meet God.
we are told what happens-- where we go when we die.
It's all a part of that Plan of Happiness. The great plan presented to each of us in the pre-existent sphere.
Death is a part of life.
I've prepared myself for my friends death.
I've mourned and grieved and wept deeply as that is what happens when we love people.
She has moved on and I must keep moving here.
I look forward to that sociality mentioned in the scriptures. That will be a great reunion.
While I desired for everything to be cancelled in honoring Myra Faye, in our Ward we were faced with life moving on with long planned events being held. Myra Faye's funeral Saturday morning and then lunch. Cleared all chairs/tables etc. and 8year old Russel was baptized at 4pm. Then the beginning of a new marriage. Fresh from the Temple and honeymoon (sigh) an adorable couple. Josh and Maddie's reception at 6pm.
The entire day, with all the events, ended up a full wonderful day.
I should have put scripture references. I will come back and do that. I'm heading to bed. A long weekend for sure!
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| from my girlhood bedroom |
Here is a clock that Terry found at Shopko one year for our/my office.
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| Oak. not high quality but wonderful size and I really like it! |
It took me a number of years to come to the reality of the random ages that people die. One real young. One real old. One sick. One healthy. really good people dying and really life wasters living.
Eventually I realized that it was great that we don't have to make that choice and I understood that the Lord is aware of the happenings. It brought me peace that has lasted.
President Kimball said we can shorten our life a bit by poor choices but we really can't extend it.
The clincher for me was reading that there is an appointed time to die.
All of our hourglasses have a certain amount of sand and we can try to extend our game time by thumping the glass or tapping it but really, when time is up...it's up.
we are told there is a time to be born AND a time to die.
we are told about proxy work being taught to those that need those earthly ordinances done.
we are told that this is our probationary time to prepare to meet God.
we are told what happens-- where we go when we die.
It's all a part of that Plan of Happiness. The great plan presented to each of us in the pre-existent sphere.
Death is a part of life.
I've prepared myself for my friends death.
I've mourned and grieved and wept deeply as that is what happens when we love people.
She has moved on and I must keep moving here.
I look forward to that sociality mentioned in the scriptures. That will be a great reunion.
While I desired for everything to be cancelled in honoring Myra Faye, in our Ward we were faced with life moving on with long planned events being held. Myra Faye's funeral Saturday morning and then lunch. Cleared all chairs/tables etc. and 8year old Russel was baptized at 4pm. Then the beginning of a new marriage. Fresh from the Temple and honeymoon (sigh) an adorable couple. Josh and Maddie's reception at 6pm.
The entire day, with all the events, ended up a full wonderful day.
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| Maddie and Josh |
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| Wendy the cake baker aka Josh's Mom |
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| cakes and guests- Emma & Linda |
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| Chelle & Jenny- refreshment servers |
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| Chelle, Wendy, Jenny |
I should have put scripture references. I will come back and do that. I'm heading to bed. A long weekend for sure!
Saturday, May 3, 2014
worth a thousand words
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| The flowers were the most beautiful I've seen at any funeral. |
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| Bagpiper played Amazing Grace after dedication of grave. Plaintive. I cried. |
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| Her pride and joy- her grandchildren. They are wonderful and I love them also! |
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| It seems impossible!! |
Below---Just a few of the beautiful flowers that family left in building for tomorrow's meeting.
Friday, May 2, 2014
Readiness
here is where you can read her Obituary. Lovingly written by her daughter-in-law, Taressa.
I stood there by her and held her motionless hand and even now feel teary in knowing she will not be around for us to share life. She used to tell me that she had to do all sorts of compensating on playing the organ/piano because she was short and her small hands had short fingers. It was quite amazing to watch her create such beautiful sounds.
Her wrists were small. As I held her stilled hand I thought of the only regret I have. One day at Church she showed up in a gorgeous bracelet that I gushed over. She immediately took it off and said this is yours. I want you to take this. I told her that it would never fit and besides that I was not taking her bracelet. She slipped it on my hand. Slipped is a misnomer. She sort of forced it on. there it fits. I felt like it was going to break. wore it twice which made her happy. I just loved this pretty sparkly bracelet. I took it off after that 2nd wearing, told her I was really afraid it would pop and beads go everywhere, and said you keep it and when my wrist is slimmer I'll take it back (all chubettes know the time frame of that happening!) She said...I'll have it restrung. I said...No. you wear it for now. She took it and wore it one more time & when she held up her arm, I lit up when I saw it. From the piano bench she motioned for me to take it. I shook my head no. As I held her hand, I remembered that incident and did regret that decision of mine to not keep it. It was such a sweet generous gesture and that meant as much, or more, than the bracelet. It's in my memory file.
The Church is cleaned and ready.
When we moved into our new building, we had an open house. This is in the RS room. We shared a fun moment here. She was playing the piano and a visitor was wandering around looking at the 3 pictures we have in there. We have two by Minerva Teichert. He stood by the piano, admiring the art on the wall, and said to Myra Faye as she played...Beautiful picture. I've not seen this before. She sort of nodded agreement and said...Minerva Teichert. He then said...Nice to meet you. I'm Brother so and so. She never missed a beat and I walked away barely able to contain myself!! We couldn't get enough laughs out of that. Every once in awhile we would relive that scene and enjoy it once again.
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I was appreciative that I got to help perform that last act of service for her, the dressing. She truly looks beautiful all dressed in white. Like an angel. Not being family and deeming it totally inappropriate, I confess I really wanted to take a picture as she looked so lovely, but governed myself correctly & said nothing, did not grab my camera and am now telling you that I did want to though.I stood there by her and held her motionless hand and even now feel teary in knowing she will not be around for us to share life. She used to tell me that she had to do all sorts of compensating on playing the organ/piano because she was short and her small hands had short fingers. It was quite amazing to watch her create such beautiful sounds.
Her wrists were small. As I held her stilled hand I thought of the only regret I have. One day at Church she showed up in a gorgeous bracelet that I gushed over. She immediately took it off and said this is yours. I want you to take this. I told her that it would never fit and besides that I was not taking her bracelet. She slipped it on my hand. Slipped is a misnomer. She sort of forced it on. there it fits. I felt like it was going to break. wore it twice which made her happy. I just loved this pretty sparkly bracelet. I took it off after that 2nd wearing, told her I was really afraid it would pop and beads go everywhere, and said you keep it and when my wrist is slimmer I'll take it back (all chubettes know the time frame of that happening!) She said...I'll have it restrung. I said...No. you wear it for now. She took it and wore it one more time & when she held up her arm, I lit up when I saw it. From the piano bench she motioned for me to take it. I shook my head no. As I held her hand, I remembered that incident and did regret that decision of mine to not keep it. It was such a sweet generous gesture and that meant as much, or more, than the bracelet. It's in my memory file.
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Things seem in readiness from my viewpoint for the funeral. I'm not really doing things but it appears the miracle workers in our Ward are busy, doing all the myriad of behind the scenes tasks.The Church is cleaned and ready.
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| Pews in front. Chairs to back wall. |
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| Sunday after Sunday, she and Bob sat on that front bench. |
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| This was her territory and we all appreciated her talent so much. |
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| Lots of music here also. Bishop told her he would keep it tuned. He promised her! |
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| She always sat front row on the left. right beside the piano. THE Minerva Tichert picture. |
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One of the movies that we decided we wanted to see was Heaven is for Real. I'll still go and see what it's all about but now she knows the reality of Heaven. She knows beyond a doubt that heaven is for real. I'll go to a movie while she lives what the movie is about! I know my friend lives.Wednesday, April 30, 2014
A Story of Sweetness
These had sat on the table by the door since April 1st as a requested purchase after the General Woman's broadcast.
All of my blog readers know that I have a chocolate stash in my dresser drawer. A friend checks my personal stress barometer and if she feels it needful she will bring me a little jar of top quality chocolates. each sort of shaped like a very fancy chocolate chip. I have no idea where she buys them but she is my supplier without me even requesting them.
My dear friend Myra Faye liked, no she loved semi-sweet chocolate chips. Our Ward used to have a sister that ordered Ghirardelli chips for making Christmas Candy and Myra Faye would order from her. In a rather large amount. several pounds.
I have no idea what year I became her supplier and engaged in intrigue and cunning ways to hide it from the world that she had a chocolate chip habit. When she drove she would usually buy her own and secret it away. When Bob retired and they shopped together it became a bit more challenging to buy several bags of chips and never make cookies or candies. So what are friends for?????
MF-Next time you shop would you pick me up some chocolate chips?
Me- sure. one or two?
MF- Ten.
Me- Ten?
I asked him when he found out and he said the week before she had asked him for some CC and he put some in that cup.
At different times I would have a single bag up my sleeve or in my jacket pocket or in my purse if I couldn't bring a full delivery!!
One afternoon when she was still talking, I was with her while Bob went shopping. She'd been bed-bound for several hours and decided she wanted to get out of bed and sit up. So we did that. I asked her if I could get her anything and she gave me this sort of look with a clue and said...well, uh, just a few chocolate chips. Just a few.
I then remembered that I'd brought one bag with me of the 8 I'd purchased for her and left it in the car! I'd been there for a couple of hours or more and it was pretty hot out. I told her and dashed out of the house, grabbed the bag that felt very warm, hustled in, opened the cupboard and grabbed the stash can from the lazy-susan. I opened the bag, sprinkled a few on the counter and started filling the can. I could see that there were quite a few melted at the bottom and was trying to get them out.
I Love Lucy moment as the door opens, Bob steps in and says nonchalantly...hope you found what you need. I'll be back. I'm going to unload the car.
I crammed the entire bag in the can, whisked the loose chips off the counter, zipped down the hall, stage whispered- Hurry! Bob is home! She tossed the chips in her mouth, brushed her hand across her front, wiped her mouth and said--Do I have chocolate on my face?
She and I laughed ourselves silly!
The next week when I spent an afternoon with her she was not talking but I knew she was aware of what was happening. I told her--I told Bob yesterday about the chocolate chips as he needed an uplift. He enjoyed the story.
He and the boys had spent that afternoon taking care of lots of details so it was good to have a bit of a break. I think it was Steven that asked...are we baking lots of chocolate chip cookies? and Bob said...there is quite a story about these.
I have no idea if he told them or what happened but I know for a few minutes that Bob was chuckling and enjoying the antics of his sweet wife. His Myra Faye.
And now you know the story of mystery, intrigue and the sweetness of friendship.
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| 7 packages of semi-sweet chocolate chips from Cash & Carry |
My dear friend Myra Faye liked, no she loved semi-sweet chocolate chips. Our Ward used to have a sister that ordered Ghirardelli chips for making Christmas Candy and Myra Faye would order from her. In a rather large amount. several pounds.
I have no idea what year I became her supplier and engaged in intrigue and cunning ways to hide it from the world that she had a chocolate chip habit. When she drove she would usually buy her own and secret it away. When Bob retired and they shopped together it became a bit more challenging to buy several bags of chips and never make cookies or candies. So what are friends for?????
MF-Next time you shop would you pick me up some chocolate chips?
Me- sure. one or two?
MF- Ten.
Me- Ten?
A Sweet Story aka Discreet Sweet-Tooth
(Pictures provided to illustrate the truth unfolding)
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| I took her requested chips to Bob. He was puzzled! |
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| I had seen her cup on the cupboard! |
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| Uh-huh...a few chocolate chips. That is how she ate them. A few at a time! |
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| Natural Psyllium Fiber? NO. this is where her stash of CC was kept! |
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| The bag with melted chips at bottom that I tried to hide as Bob was coming into the house! |
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| The few I got sprinkled in before I was nearly caught! |
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| My last CC run delivered to Bob! |
At different times I would have a single bag up my sleeve or in my jacket pocket or in my purse if I couldn't bring a full delivery!!
One afternoon when she was still talking, I was with her while Bob went shopping. She'd been bed-bound for several hours and decided she wanted to get out of bed and sit up. So we did that. I asked her if I could get her anything and she gave me this sort of look with a clue and said...well, uh, just a few chocolate chips. Just a few.
I then remembered that I'd brought one bag with me of the 8 I'd purchased for her and left it in the car! I'd been there for a couple of hours or more and it was pretty hot out. I told her and dashed out of the house, grabbed the bag that felt very warm, hustled in, opened the cupboard and grabbed the stash can from the lazy-susan. I opened the bag, sprinkled a few on the counter and started filling the can. I could see that there were quite a few melted at the bottom and was trying to get them out.
I Love Lucy moment as the door opens, Bob steps in and says nonchalantly...hope you found what you need. I'll be back. I'm going to unload the car.
I crammed the entire bag in the can, whisked the loose chips off the counter, zipped down the hall, stage whispered- Hurry! Bob is home! She tossed the chips in her mouth, brushed her hand across her front, wiped her mouth and said--Do I have chocolate on my face?
She and I laughed ourselves silly!
The next week when I spent an afternoon with her she was not talking but I knew she was aware of what was happening. I told her--I told Bob yesterday about the chocolate chips as he needed an uplift. He enjoyed the story.
He and the boys had spent that afternoon taking care of lots of details so it was good to have a bit of a break. I think it was Steven that asked...are we baking lots of chocolate chip cookies? and Bob said...there is quite a story about these.
I have no idea if he told them or what happened but I know for a few minutes that Bob was chuckling and enjoying the antics of his sweet wife. His Myra Faye.
And now you know the story of mystery, intrigue and the sweetness of friendship.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Written Saturday...posted Monday
What connects us to people that we put in the category of - she is my friend? Today I lost a dear friend. I'm thinking of our time together and reminiscing. You don't mind do you? I want to talk about her. about us. about our friendship. I love my friends and she was a true friend to me.
I met her the first night I moved from Alaska at a RS meeting. I knew the Whites and the Bracketts. Had never seen Zillah. Had never seen the place that we rented for 3 months because there was no other way to make sure we had a place to live. Linda stopped at a store for me to buy a dress to wear to RS. Myra Faye always remembered what I wore and would remind me...I was impressed that you came to RS after flying and moving. That is something I would do.
Terry was still at the North Slope and she and Bob would take me to meetings with them and tell me about the Church in this area, about the Toppenish Ward, and introduce me to the Valley and it's produce. She drove me to someplace in OR? to buy canned fruit and asked them if it was current crop or last years. I had never heard of such a thing. Wasn't canned fruit just canned fruit? was there some difference? Yes, there is.
We were not alike in so many ways. She- a city girl from Chicago and me- a pioneer type Alaskan. She maintained her civility and I was more rogue.
In the 25 years I've known her she has had her hair styled each Friday. She figured out a way to sleep and maintain that hairdo for the week. She could swim in her pool that she loved and not muss her hair. She would be shocked when I would attack my hair with my pinking shears. She never touched her hair and probably thought the same thing of me!!
She did not color her hair and said that her son John is my living proof. I gave him my hair color. With her first round of radiation she said I know it's vain of me but I don't want to lose my hair. She lost a small section in the back. With the second battle, against so many unknowns and this time against brain cancer she said I don't care about my hair. I don't care if I lose it all. She lost the back but kept all of her curls in the top and sides. I was glad and told her so. It really doesn't matter to me. She just wanted to beat the cancer and not think of hair loss.
Today I looked at my calendar and see the days we went to matinees. I see Jan 17th I took her for her hair appointment. She had stopped driving. Then I see other Fridays I took her. I'd wait while she had her hair done and I see on Apr. 11 that I wrote MF 10am/ me 11:45. Missy did us both one after the other. Her last hair appointment was that day.
I'm still stunned by the time frame. 4 weeks ago today we were at the Gen. Woman's Broadcast and now, exactly 4 weeks later, she has passed away! I keep trying to absorb the speed of everything.
While she could still talk and was up we worked on her birthday cards for her children and grandchildren. We didn't get them all done but I will tell them how important it was to her. and anniversary cards. She said she had not got her obituary done and had always wanted to write her own. I said she could dictate it and I'd write it and type it up. By the next day that was an impossibility and we never did that. A loving family member will do that for her and it will be just great.
She was very strong willed and opinionated on things that really mattered. She was a patriot and loved our country and was very current on politics. She was intelligent and started reading at a real early age. She loved to read newspapers. I was forever canceling the Yakima paper due to such flimsy reporting and poor writing. Alaska's capital...Juno??? She would call me and ask have you renewed your subscription. I'd say no. She'd then tell me to go online and read such and such. She would clip articles that she thought I'd enjoy.
She always had stacks of books on all sorts of subjects. One night at book club she had her trunk filled with books to give away. She loved ordering online. She would order books for her family and recommend that I do the same. 7 Miracles that Saved America was her last suggestion. She was an avid reader. One time we were at our bookclub, reviewing the book Snow Flower and The Secret Fan. The discussion leader asked if anyone in the group had a friendship that was so deep that they would be their Old Same. (I know this is making no sense to you) It was a friendship that was a heart connection. Myra Faye said I have an Old Same. It's Nancy. I was very surprised to hear her say that and so deeply touched. From then on she signed all email/notes as OS and I did to her also. I will miss my OS.
She had such a sense of standing up for what was right and she would walk out of something she deemed inappropriate. We both had season tickets at the Capitol Theater but in an effort to attract a younger crowd they started featuring things that were of a "more mature nature". She walked out of one play that she found offensive. Neither of us renewed our tickets and they actually called and asked why and she let them know that she would not support their selections by buying tickets. We both enjoyed theatre and supporting especially the Zillah High School Drama. I will miss picking her up to go to the play.
She spoke in a refined manner and was the only person I've ever known that used the word glorious in her everyday speech. I might say something was magical or stupendous. Her descriptive word was glorious. She was so musically talented and could hear every single note, both those on and off key! She was a champion of youth singing or playing or dancing or acting. She was an artist that believed in the arts. She also painted and was planning on getting back into it again after treatment was over and her health regained.
Will our Ward ever get used to her not being at the organ??? Years ago she wrestled with what type of music she would accompany singers, if it was in the Chapel. She decided if it was modern and not what she deemed sacred that she would not do it. She really stewed over it and finally decided she needed to take a stand. She held no judgement against what others chose but she took a stand for what worked for her. People understood her choice and respected her for it. She loved music playing in her home.
She believed in being on time to meetings, going to all meetings if physically possible, and studying the scriptures. She startled me in a SS class one day when a teacher taught a bit of false doctrine. She raised her hand and politely said...reference please. I still laugh over that and told her I would borrow it for my own use!! The teacher was not ready with the reference but I bet he was on other lessons he taught if she was there.
She took seriously any Church calling she had. When they got called to work in the Temple she just crossed out any Friday events as they worked early Saturday mornings. I can think of just a couple of things they went to. she wanted to be rested and ready to serve. That was sad when she couldn't do it anymore.
She was rather regal and believed that people should strive for being refined. She was a good example of that trait.
We would go to the place for lunch in Toppenish and eat beans and rice and pico de gallo. We would discuss our children and our grandchildren...how they were doing. what are hopes were for them. what concerns we had. and then just like- what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas- we'd hold those confidences in trust. We both knew that time changes a lot of things,most things, for the better. Even people we love!
She clipped coupons for restaurants and taped them on her cupboard by her stove with the date written as to when to use them. She enjoyed finding new places to eat whether locally or when they traveled.
She loved to take trips...small or large. Her favorites were with her family at their reunions during Thanksgiving and summer get-togethers. She had fun when they rented a house big enough for all to stay in.
It's the sharing of life, the getting to really know each other that makes for friends. The sharing heartache and joy. I have an assortment of treasured friends that I love, women that have won my heart with trust. Today?...I just lost a most glorious friend.
I met her the first night I moved from Alaska at a RS meeting. I knew the Whites and the Bracketts. Had never seen Zillah. Had never seen the place that we rented for 3 months because there was no other way to make sure we had a place to live. Linda stopped at a store for me to buy a dress to wear to RS. Myra Faye always remembered what I wore and would remind me...I was impressed that you came to RS after flying and moving. That is something I would do.
Terry was still at the North Slope and she and Bob would take me to meetings with them and tell me about the Church in this area, about the Toppenish Ward, and introduce me to the Valley and it's produce. She drove me to someplace in OR? to buy canned fruit and asked them if it was current crop or last years. I had never heard of such a thing. Wasn't canned fruit just canned fruit? was there some difference? Yes, there is.
We were not alike in so many ways. She- a city girl from Chicago and me- a pioneer type Alaskan. She maintained her civility and I was more rogue.
In the 25 years I've known her she has had her hair styled each Friday. She figured out a way to sleep and maintain that hairdo for the week. She could swim in her pool that she loved and not muss her hair. She would be shocked when I would attack my hair with my pinking shears. She never touched her hair and probably thought the same thing of me!!
She did not color her hair and said that her son John is my living proof. I gave him my hair color. With her first round of radiation she said I know it's vain of me but I don't want to lose my hair. She lost a small section in the back. With the second battle, against so many unknowns and this time against brain cancer she said I don't care about my hair. I don't care if I lose it all. She lost the back but kept all of her curls in the top and sides. I was glad and told her so. It really doesn't matter to me. She just wanted to beat the cancer and not think of hair loss.
Today I looked at my calendar and see the days we went to matinees. I see Jan 17th I took her for her hair appointment. She had stopped driving. Then I see other Fridays I took her. I'd wait while she had her hair done and I see on Apr. 11 that I wrote MF 10am/ me 11:45. Missy did us both one after the other. Her last hair appointment was that day.
I'm still stunned by the time frame. 4 weeks ago today we were at the Gen. Woman's Broadcast and now, exactly 4 weeks later, she has passed away! I keep trying to absorb the speed of everything.
While she could still talk and was up we worked on her birthday cards for her children and grandchildren. We didn't get them all done but I will tell them how important it was to her. and anniversary cards. She said she had not got her obituary done and had always wanted to write her own. I said she could dictate it and I'd write it and type it up. By the next day that was an impossibility and we never did that. A loving family member will do that for her and it will be just great.
She was very strong willed and opinionated on things that really mattered. She was a patriot and loved our country and was very current on politics. She was intelligent and started reading at a real early age. She loved to read newspapers. I was forever canceling the Yakima paper due to such flimsy reporting and poor writing. Alaska's capital...Juno??? She would call me and ask have you renewed your subscription. I'd say no. She'd then tell me to go online and read such and such. She would clip articles that she thought I'd enjoy.
She always had stacks of books on all sorts of subjects. One night at book club she had her trunk filled with books to give away. She loved ordering online. She would order books for her family and recommend that I do the same. 7 Miracles that Saved America was her last suggestion. She was an avid reader. One time we were at our bookclub, reviewing the book Snow Flower and The Secret Fan. The discussion leader asked if anyone in the group had a friendship that was so deep that they would be their Old Same. (I know this is making no sense to you) It was a friendship that was a heart connection. Myra Faye said I have an Old Same. It's Nancy. I was very surprised to hear her say that and so deeply touched. From then on she signed all email/notes as OS and I did to her also. I will miss my OS.
She had such a sense of standing up for what was right and she would walk out of something she deemed inappropriate. We both had season tickets at the Capitol Theater but in an effort to attract a younger crowd they started featuring things that were of a "more mature nature". She walked out of one play that she found offensive. Neither of us renewed our tickets and they actually called and asked why and she let them know that she would not support their selections by buying tickets. We both enjoyed theatre and supporting especially the Zillah High School Drama. I will miss picking her up to go to the play.
She spoke in a refined manner and was the only person I've ever known that used the word glorious in her everyday speech. I might say something was magical or stupendous. Her descriptive word was glorious. She was so musically talented and could hear every single note, both those on and off key! She was a champion of youth singing or playing or dancing or acting. She was an artist that believed in the arts. She also painted and was planning on getting back into it again after treatment was over and her health regained.
Will our Ward ever get used to her not being at the organ??? Years ago she wrestled with what type of music she would accompany singers, if it was in the Chapel. She decided if it was modern and not what she deemed sacred that she would not do it. She really stewed over it and finally decided she needed to take a stand. She held no judgement against what others chose but she took a stand for what worked for her. People understood her choice and respected her for it. She loved music playing in her home.
She believed in being on time to meetings, going to all meetings if physically possible, and studying the scriptures. She startled me in a SS class one day when a teacher taught a bit of false doctrine. She raised her hand and politely said...reference please. I still laugh over that and told her I would borrow it for my own use!! The teacher was not ready with the reference but I bet he was on other lessons he taught if she was there.
She took seriously any Church calling she had. When they got called to work in the Temple she just crossed out any Friday events as they worked early Saturday mornings. I can think of just a couple of things they went to. she wanted to be rested and ready to serve. That was sad when she couldn't do it anymore.
She was rather regal and believed that people should strive for being refined. She was a good example of that trait.
We would go to the place for lunch in Toppenish and eat beans and rice and pico de gallo. We would discuss our children and our grandchildren...how they were doing. what are hopes were for them. what concerns we had. and then just like- what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas- we'd hold those confidences in trust. We both knew that time changes a lot of things,most things, for the better. Even people we love!
She clipped coupons for restaurants and taped them on her cupboard by her stove with the date written as to when to use them. She enjoyed finding new places to eat whether locally or when they traveled.
She loved to take trips...small or large. Her favorites were with her family at their reunions during Thanksgiving and summer get-togethers. She had fun when they rented a house big enough for all to stay in.
It's the sharing of life, the getting to really know each other that makes for friends. The sharing heartache and joy. I have an assortment of treasured friends that I love, women that have won my heart with trust. Today?...I just lost a most glorious friend.
Friendship
Oh, the comfort--the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts,
Nor measure words--but pouring them
All right out--just as they are--
Chaff and grain together--
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them--
Keep what is worth keeping--
And with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.
by Dinah Maria Mulock Craig
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Sunday Night
Sacrament Meeting was so special! The theme was Love at Home! To see Bob and his sons and one DIL, Judy, sitting in their pew just brought tears to my eyes. I have to admit that I wondered if they would come Church or not. Bob said- this is where Myra Faye would want us to be. I agreed. You could feel a very special strong spirit and that started in full when Linda said the opening prayer. She so beautifully expressed what we all felt.
Kaitlyn spoke on FHE and did a great job sketching the history of it and her family experiences. Then Justin and Celise spoke on achieving peace in our homes and marriages and used Conference talks. They are a sweet "ideal" couple expecting their 3rd baby. Young and just getting started on marriage and family and trying to figure it all out. Celise is such a conscientious, down to earth person ( raises goats, bees etc.) Her family is her priority. Justin ( a former Seminary student of mine, who was such a winner then and still is.) with his gift of speaking brought such reality and wisdom to the meeting. He ended it with reading a quote about service and also referenced part of Linda's prayer about service and tied it in with Myra Faye.
He told of the service that she gave the Aaronic Priesthood boys by instructing them on the importance, of the music being played and blessing on sacrament being timed, and for them to be alert. He recalled her teaching him that refinement about 20 years ago. Also he mentioned the Spirit in the Earl home and the peace within.
It was just fantastic to be in Sacrament meeting, as I went to Church hoping they would skip the talks and say...let's have a testimony meeting and honor our friend, Myra Faye, today. It was sheer inspiration, not coincidence, on the assigned subject and it was just so comforting, so familiar, so special to just worship as we always do.
The closing hymn was, of course, Love at Home.
At the beginning of the meeting Br. Cozzens, in his conducting, read in the records of his recently married son and wife. Then sustained the love birds to work in Primary.
There was something so full circle with a teen, a young married couple with little ones and then another, just married in the Temple, couple on the program. It reminded me that they are all just beginning their lives and my friend, my Myra Faye, has just completed hers.
It's not in our timing nor preference but Our Father's timing is never in err.
There is a time and a season......yes. there really is.
Kaitlyn spoke on FHE and did a great job sketching the history of it and her family experiences. Then Justin and Celise spoke on achieving peace in our homes and marriages and used Conference talks. They are a sweet "ideal" couple expecting their 3rd baby. Young and just getting started on marriage and family and trying to figure it all out. Celise is such a conscientious, down to earth person ( raises goats, bees etc.) Her family is her priority. Justin ( a former Seminary student of mine, who was such a winner then and still is.) with his gift of speaking brought such reality and wisdom to the meeting. He ended it with reading a quote about service and also referenced part of Linda's prayer about service and tied it in with Myra Faye.
He told of the service that she gave the Aaronic Priesthood boys by instructing them on the importance, of the music being played and blessing on sacrament being timed, and for them to be alert. He recalled her teaching him that refinement about 20 years ago. Also he mentioned the Spirit in the Earl home and the peace within.
It was just fantastic to be in Sacrament meeting, as I went to Church hoping they would skip the talks and say...let's have a testimony meeting and honor our friend, Myra Faye, today. It was sheer inspiration, not coincidence, on the assigned subject and it was just so comforting, so familiar, so special to just worship as we always do.
The closing hymn was, of course, Love at Home.
At the beginning of the meeting Br. Cozzens, in his conducting, read in the records of his recently married son and wife. Then sustained the love birds to work in Primary.
There was something so full circle with a teen, a young married couple with little ones and then another, just married in the Temple, couple on the program. It reminded me that they are all just beginning their lives and my friend, my Myra Faye, has just completed hers.
It's not in our timing nor preference but Our Father's timing is never in err.
There is a time and a season......yes. there really is.
Sunday Morning
I awoke teary and nauseated. I can wipe my tears away but they just keep coming in a slowly seeping manner. My vision is puddled with the build-up.
Very thankful that Church is today.
Last week I took this picture of the loves of Myra Faye's life...
Very thankful that Church is today.
Last week I took this picture of the loves of Myra Faye's life...
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| The Earl men------Bob & Steven & John & Wayne |
Saturday, April 26, 2014
She's gone
She just left. I will miss her and always love her and she will always be my friend. Someday I will see her again. I know that. For right now...I'm going to cry.
This song made me cry....
(Tamera used to live here and is a friend of Myra Faye. We all love Tamera and miss her in our Ward.)
Nancy,
(This is so beautiful. I shared it with the Earls but I just had to share it with you also!!! Myra Faye is in a deep coma.)
http://www.jentlejungle.com/files/SelflessHeart/08_See_You_in_the_Morning.mp3
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Nancy,
I don't know if you know that my mother-in-law is well known here
in Utah for her music. She is a classically trained opera soprano and has
worked, performed and written music for and with Michael Ballam.
I am sending the words to a song she wrote several years ago when her
Mother died. I have not been able to get it out of my mind. I have felt that I need to
send it to you- and if you feel it appropriate share it with Earl family and
read it to Myra Faye for me?
Also, please tell Myra Faye I loved her laugh when she cracked up. I will
miss her insights in Relief Society- she has a wonderful way of clarifying
subjects. Even though I have not attended the Zillah Bookers for over a year- I
sit in my new book club and wonder what she (and each of you) would have to say
about the book we have been reading.
Please let me know if the document arrives okay- I can mess up easy
things....
Love you!
Tamera
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http://www.jentlejungle.com/files/SelflessHeart/08_See_You_in_the_Morning.mp3
Here is the link to
the PDF http://www.jentlejungle.com/files/SelflessHeart/08_See_You_in_the_Morning.pdf
SEE YOU
IN THE MORNING
How do
you say good-bye
In the
light of the setting sun?
How do
you let each other go
When it’s
clear the time has come?
This
parting is but a rain drop
In a
life-time of sunny skies,
And when
the clouds have parted
I will
look into your eyes.
See you
in the morning,
When The
Son is shining bright,
So I
won’t say goodbye, love,
I will
only say goodnight.
How do
you say, “I love you,”
And put
all the meaning in?
A
lifetime of things we’ve said and done,
Tell me
how should I begin?
There is
so much that I should tell you.
You’ve
filled the corners of my heart.
But I’ll
just kiss you one last time,
Then we
two must part.
See you,
see you in the morning, when The Son is shining bright,
So I
won’t say goodbye love, I will only say goodnight. See you in the
morning.
Words and
music by;
Susan Ames
Arranged by;
Glen Ames
Friday, April 25, 2014
thoughts on weeping...
Myra Faye was very peaceful and relaxed Thursday evening. I thought of the tears her family and friends have shed and will yet shed. I feel that tears are on this side of the next existence. Tears are of this world. We cry for those we won't have association with. for those we love and care about. that is the price we pay for love. it's sad for us when we are separated but worth the price of loving. We are told to love to the point that we do weep when they leave us.
Thou shalt live together in love, insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of them that die....
Doc.&Cov. 42:45
Question: IF Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting then our death is an awakening and a remembering???? I think so.
Thou shalt live together in love, insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of them that die....
Doc.&Cov. 42:45
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Question: IF Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting then our death is an awakening and a remembering???? I think so.
| QUOTATION: | Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life’s star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar. Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory, do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy. | |||||
| ATTRIBUTION: | Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5. | |||||
| WORKS: | William Wordsworth Collection. (1770-1850) |
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Progression
What a blessing for my friend.... As she prepares to move to the next sphere of life, that we as believers know exists, I see so many blessings coming her way. She is in her own home, not suffering pain, surrounded by her sons and her husband, 2 grandchildren visiting, relaxed in her very own bed. Phone calls from family members and friends. Visitors dropping by expressing love... wanting to help in any way they can. Meals prepared, for her family, by women that love her. Sentiments and affection and experiences expressed to the family. Strengthening them. Buoying them. Comforting them.
One day after things started to go down hill she said...I never thought my life would end up this way. Knowing the inevitable was out of her control we talked about the good life she had. The many blessings she has experienced....the Gospel-her childhood-her husband-her children & their children-her friends-her musical talents-her life experiences in health challenges that have taught her much and on and on the list went. She mentioned her home and how she was glad she got to decorate it and make it hers. She felt comfortable and loved her home. She also mentioned- so many things I didn't get done. I questioned what she meant and she said- sorting stuff. We both agreed that at that point it really didn't matter anymore!
She is being faith-filled and I'm thankful for that. I'm also thankful that Wednesday was her day to rally and a good day on many levels for her family-- Opening her eyes and responding somewhat meant the world to everyone.
I believe in the Master Plan as it is His Plan. I have faith that dying is a part of living. Today I was thinking again of the analogy of how hard a woman labors to give birth and no one can do it for her. I watch my friend labor to leave and only she can do this work. I can standby and encourage her and sustain her with my love and prayers but that is about it. Those beyond are the ones with the power to help her journey to a newness of life. I believe they are near to comfort and encourage her.
One day after things started to go down hill she said...I never thought my life would end up this way. Knowing the inevitable was out of her control we talked about the good life she had. The many blessings she has experienced....the Gospel-her childhood-her husband-her children & their children-her friends-her musical talents-her life experiences in health challenges that have taught her much and on and on the list went. She mentioned her home and how she was glad she got to decorate it and make it hers. She felt comfortable and loved her home. She also mentioned- so many things I didn't get done. I questioned what she meant and she said- sorting stuff. We both agreed that at that point it really didn't matter anymore!
She is being faith-filled and I'm thankful for that. I'm also thankful that Wednesday was her day to rally and a good day on many levels for her family-- Opening her eyes and responding somewhat meant the world to everyone.
I believe in the Master Plan as it is His Plan. I have faith that dying is a part of living. Today I was thinking again of the analogy of how hard a woman labors to give birth and no one can do it for her. I watch my friend labor to leave and only she can do this work. I can standby and encourage her and sustain her with my love and prayers but that is about it. Those beyond are the ones with the power to help her journey to a newness of life. I believe they are near to comfort and encourage her.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Fading Away....
Remember when I asked you to please pray for my friend, Myra Faye? here
Here she is at the General Woman's Broadcast, on March 29th, at the Toppenish building. In treating her brain cancer, the Radiation took her hair off the back of her head...thus the hat and scarf.
March 29-April 22 is 24 days. 24 days!! That picture was taken 24 days ago! She could walk. She could talk. After the Conference we visited for a long time. We planned to go to a couple of movies mid-week. Go for beans/rice/salsa on Saturday. None of that transpired. Her health just caved in.
This morning she was changed from her few days of Home Health Care to Hospice care!!!! I have never seen anyone plummet downward at such a pace!! I'm reeling from the speed and wake of devastation washing over my friend and her family.
just a few days ago...she could visit with me... here
Here she is at the General Woman's Broadcast, on March 29th, at the Toppenish building. In treating her brain cancer, the Radiation took her hair off the back of her head...thus the hat and scarf.
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| Hailey- Sherry- MYRA FAYE- Heather 3/29/14 |
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| Hailey- Sherry- MYRA FAYE- Heather 3/29/14 |
This morning she was changed from her few days of Home Health Care to Hospice care!!!! I have never seen anyone plummet downward at such a pace!! I'm reeling from the speed and wake of devastation washing over my friend and her family.
just a few days ago...she could visit with me... here
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