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Resting inconspicuously in my kitchen cupboard sits a small white bowl.  It isn’t an original.  It’s a substitute, a clone.  The original disappeared long ago, either in pieces in a trash can or simply vanished as things do over the course of a long life.  Being well-acquainted with the owner...

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The 21st birthday of a man’s oldest son begs for significant celebration.  This story relates how I celebrated my oldest son's "coming of age" birthday.  He didn’t enjoy flying and water sports had never appealed to him, so in a magnificent display of non sequitur thinking I decided that a...

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My father, James K (Jim) Long, never met a stranger. To him strangers were just friends he hadn't met. I always admired his ability to strike up a conversation with a person he had just met and talk as if he had always known him or her. The only thing...

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"From the time that Cory was just a young boy, he always wanted to go fishing; but being a single Mom and not knowing anything about how to catch fish, we would always try, but never catch anything.  My boys were always disappointed, but they still had fun trying.  During...

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This is the first time I got trampled by a bull. I rode it all the way.   I just remember I was getting up and I looked up and that bull was right on me. I flattened right down and he caught my head and stomped on my shirt, and...

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The summer of 2009 a strong impression came to me, even urgent feeling, to go home to Colorado to transcribe and publish my parents and grandparents life stories. In Nauvoo, Illinois, 25 years earlier I videotaped my parent’s life story and they in turn videoed my grandparents.  I thought our...

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I do not know what age I stopped calling my Dad Daddy, but I know I made a concerted effort to be more grown up.  These are the tender experiences that make him Daddy to me. My Dad went to school and worked two jobs in Idaho before I attended...

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Dad was a big boy, a 13 pound baby at birth. The youngest of five children raised in the depression, from a broken family. He lived alone during most of his formative teen age years. He worked as a cowboy, and was fun loving, but not focused on his education. ...

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My Grandpa Fairchild was one of the roughest toughest cowboys I knew.  I watched him jump on a horse that was stomping in circles, not cooperating with the rider.  He would jump on the saddle and talk firmly and make them mind until they knew who was boss. In high...

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The smell of cinnamon Snickerdoodles, fudge icing, and dried rose petals transports me back to my Grandma and Grandpa’s farmhouse. It was always exciting to travel to Idaho in July to see relatives. It was a long drive and took most of the day. Driving northwest to Idaho, and then...

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                  Thanksgiving celebrating means different things to different people even within the same family!  My husband Tom grew up in the South and my young years were spread all over the country thanks to Dad’s Air Force career.  I’ll begin with my experiences and relate how they...

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 Adelbert Ross Crosby, Jr. was the first child and only son of an impatient and cantankerous man whose main virtues were to teach “Bert” a lifelong love of mechanical equipment and of guns for their deer hunting expeditions. Bert openly expressed love for his mother and respect for his father....

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My fourth great grandfather Alexander MacLean, Sr. was born in 1709 on the Isle of Mull. His mother died the night he was born. His father left Mull bringing young Alexander to County Antrim, Ireland, where his father remarried. Sometime between 1725 and 1730 young Alexander sailed from County Antrim...

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Teenagers and their grandparent’s generation have more in common than most believe, and they have mutual gifts to offer one another. Creating an intergenerational legacy is among the most rewarding and memorable projects they can share. In an online article entitled Understanding the Elderly, Dr. Beverly Block, a staff psychotherapist...

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             My mother loved to look beautiful and she wanted her children to look lovely too. Because of her sewing talent provided many cute outfits for all of her children.  Several years she would make all the girls matching dresses for Easter.  A few experiences...

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            Lana one time when she was a little girl, she must have been about the second grade. We always got catalogs and even then our kids loved the catalogs and they would look all the way through them. She spotted a doll in the catalog and it was a...

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My Artist Mother I see my mother at the table sketching, painting, working on crafts for relief society, and cutting silhouettes for posters.  Everything she worked on she would share some paper, paint, or beads with her kids so we could play too.  I am sure it was messy at...

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A True Samson   He was the first-born to Arthur Benton and Leva Mae Carriker in 1898. I never knew who named him or why they chose such a peculiar middle name for it was truly a curious choice. I have never known or heard of any person outside of...

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The gene pool from which American families draw is a wondrous palette onto which our “Artist-Creator dips his brush.  The genes floating in that pool are as countless as the stars, making it possible for Him to send several children to the same parents:  Children who, while sharing some commonalities, are...

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On the road… again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek   From Cabo Verde To Coraopolis By no means has the Footloose Forester been designated to be the family historian, thus his chronicles about family members have been spotty and more happenstance than deliberate and...
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