(Earlier posts listed below, starting with 1.)
24.Roxanna L. Boyer wrote:
Family gatherings in the spring and summer were set in the landscape of her ever blooming yard with all kinds of flowering shrubs, bulbs, annuals, perennials and trees. With Roy as her best worker, Lorraine cultivated the acre grooming every shrub while dubbing the yard "the canyon look". She weeded mounds of myrtle, planted hundreds of bulbs, cut flags and pruned roses, staging a magical garden around her home. Visitors were mesmerized by the colors, heights of varying blooms, positive and negative space drawn in the grass or through the branches of the trees.
How many different varieties of irises, roses, daffodils, tulips, crocus and lilies were there? It was like she had to celebrate all of them to express her passion for horticulture. Then she would hose down the patio, make cupcakes, hamburger patties, two salads, have chips, dip, buns and hot dogs for her growing clan of children, spouses, grandchildren and greats. And we would gather, playing pin-pong, watching the children, laughing, talking, growing into a close-knit family.
COMMENTS:
(A) Alexis Howard Johansen: I love your descriptions of Grandma's beautiful home - love it! Thank you.
25. Allison Howard Butterfield wrote:
I remember playing with cousins in the tree house and making “soup” that consisted of the branches and orange-berries that came from the trees above, and the sand from the sandbox below. Inevitably, we’d pick too many berries and leave the tree looking a bit odd and bare in places. Plus, we'd made a mess all over the grass from all the transported sand. I can remember some adults and older kids getting after us, but never Grandma, she'd just smile and say something like "that looks like a tasty soup".
There were always plenty of toys to play with at Grandma's, but my favorites were the little porcelain animals on the tier holder. I know it made Grandma uneasy every time I got them down to play with them, but all she’d say is, “Be careful with those,” or “Pick 2 or 3 of your favorites for now.”
I remember cleaning Grandma’s house many of my Saturday mornings with Alexis after Grandpa had passed away. I always had the job of cleaning the bathrooms. Grandma would frequently come in and look around and say something like, “I’m always surprised how beautiful you make this room”. I remember cleaning that beautiful soap dish wi...th the orange flowers, dusting around the mirror with 20 lights, wiping the speckled counters clean and spraying out that strange shower curtain. I never did enjoy cleaning around the toilet…there were always spiders hanging around there waiting to run or jump at me.
As I got older and took on more cleaning jobs, I can recall vacuuming that wonderfully soft green carpet that squished between my toes. Upon entering her room to dust the furniture, I always pulled the string of that sweet round music box hanging by the door (how I miss pulling and listening to it now - I can almost he...ar it). While listening to the gentle tinkle of the music box chimes, I’d stand on her bed to dust the fan, and then I would move to dust pictures of her children that surrounded her bed.
I remember Grandma never loved the way I swept the floor, she thought her way was cleaner and better, but she’d say, “I guess you’re the one cleaning so I’ll shut my mouth and let you do your job.” Moping the floor, at first, was my least favorite job, but as time went on I learned to love each square and even looked f...orward to cleaning specific ones because I thought they were the most beautiful. Grandma was always so grateful for the things we’d do for her. She’d always say that we didn’t need to or that she was sure there was something else better we could be doing, but after reassuring her that the “work” was going to be done she’d say, “Well then, get to work and stop talking." However, the talking was the best part of “helping” at Grandma’s. She loved to listen to what was going on and she loved to share her stories.
I love my sweet, sarcastic, lovely, funny, humble, and ever open-armed Grandma. I imagine giving her a big hug and telling her I love her and that I will miss her. She’s such a wonderful example of what love is: Unconditional.
26. Cindie Boyer wrote:
I always knew my grandma was special, and wanted my closest friends to meet her. Everything about Grandma and her house was magical. There was magic in her yard and I often imagined fairies making their homes in the brilliant flowers surrounding her home. As a little girl, if ever a flower moved near me I was sure it was a fairy. Grandma's was a place you could dream, and Grandma was always there to encourage that dream. At grandmas I always ran off with my cousins to play different games of make-belief, using the magic of grandmas for our fuel. I was many things at grandmas: a princess, a knight, a detective, and more often than not some damsel in distress that couldn’t wait for Chris or Kevin to save me. While the boring grown-ups talked my dreams began to unfold into reality.
I wish now I had listened to those “boring” grown-ups stories a little bit more, especially Grandma’s. I was given the wonderful opportunity to care for and spend time with Grandma in her final stages of life. I literally cannot express how much I love this elect woman! Even in her depreciated state she taught me so much ...and I regret the time I missed to learn more about and from her. From the time I was blessed to spend with her I learned that she has the most of what everyone can use a little more of: compassion. I feel so blessed to have the knowledge that I have, that I know she is with her Roy at last and will be with him for eternity.
27. Sara Boyer Thompson wrote:
I think the first thing I think in my mind, is that I am Grandmas Favorite Grandkid ever. I know you all feel the same way. She loved me for who I am. Her face would light up when I came over which just made me feel so important. I love spending hours at her house playing Rook and laughing. She always laughed at my Jokes, even when they were not funny. Every time I would bring friends over they would love her instantly. She made everyone smile. I love being Sarcastic with her and I did always laugh when she would curse. She brought a lot of laughter into my life. And that is what I will miss.
28. Cory Boyer wrote:
In regards to Grandma, it is hard to put in words what she meant to me. From the early years of sleeping over at her house, climbing "the hills" behind her house with brothers and cousins, her delicious Ham at holidays with that awesome mustard sauce (the only mustard I would eat at that age), and golf lessons at Alpine County club. To later years of stopping by her house to see her with my family (and the way she would make me feel like I was her favorite), and having her in my scramble foursome the last time I went to Bear Lake (she still was mad we only lost by one stroke), Grandma always held a special place in my heart!
It was her laugh, her honest humor, her stories of the past, the smell of her house, the pictures on the wall, her competitiveness, her love for her family, and her simple testimony I will always treasure. I think one way to evaluate the life of a person is to look at their posterity. When I look at Grandma's, I... see a very successful, blessed, and rich life!
29. Ron Boyer wrote:
It sounds like everyone thinks they were Grandma's favorite, but I have to confess it was me. I remember coming in late at night, actually early morning, from Texas and we could smell the sweet aroma of fresh baked bread. I expressed my disappointment at not being able to have a fresh piece right out of the oven. She promised that before we go home she would bake me a loaf that I could eat all by myself.
True to her word just before we were ready to go home Grandma baked me a loaf of bread and we sat down at the table with a stick of butter and began to slice the bread. Of course everyone else was jealous and I ended up sharing my bread with them, and I wouldn't have it any other way. But that is who Grandma was, she always made you feel special and had enough love to go around for all of us.
30. Kent Boyer wrote:
About 50 to 51 years ago. I was between 18 & 19 years old at the time. Mother asked me to take the trash out to the trash barrel and burn the trash in the barrel. After putting the trash in the barrel I poured gasoline on top of the trash. Then I stood 25 to 30 feet away from the trash and threw lighted matches at the trash barrel. Eventually one of the matches ignited the gasoline. A column of flame shot into the air 25 to 30 feet high. Well above the light pole the trash barrel was next too. When the gasoline exploded it sounded like you were standing next to a large cannon that had just been fired. Mother came running out of the house and said “My Hell! What was that?” When I explained what I had done, she asked me “Are you alright?” I answered yes. She went back into the house. That is the way mother is with everybody.
31. Swen Robert Howard wrote:
What a wonderful family Grandpa & Grandma have created! I love this family!
When I tell people about grandma's passing & the fact that she nearly made it an entire century - they're amazed @ her longevity! But then to see their reactions when I tell them what a profound effect grandma & grandpa have had on us - their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren & great-great-grandchildren & how much we love & honor the legacy they've left behind - people move from amazed to a contemplative & somewhat awed response. "Wow! What a lady." they say.
Thank you all for your comments thus far. It has been such a blessing to read through your experiences w/ grandma. Grandma Boyer is truly an amazing woman. Like you all, I'm grateful to have been the recipient of her love & attention. I enjoy seeing little glimpses of Grandma & her talents, gifts & personality as they are personified in various degrees throughout this great family of ours.
I'm grateful to have been w/ grandma the Thursday before she passed on. She was as lucid as I've seen her in a long time. As she laid her head on Rebecca's shoulder & said how nice it was that we came to see her, I thought - how nice it is that we have a grandma like you. What a gift she has been to us. How grateful I am for her example of love & service. I'm so glad to know that she is in a better place & look forward to being able to see her again. What a tremendous blessing life is. Thanks Grandma for making it sweet! We'll miss you."
32. Sage Lorraine Boyer wrote:
For Grandma...
You know every important secret
The things that break my heart,
The stories I adore telling,
And the ways to let me know
I am loved.
Your presence heals my heart,
Cures my loneliness,
and restores my peace.
Others could never possess
Your wit, your candor,
Or your kindness.
Since Friends like you
Are hard to find,
Of all the Grandmas,
I am glad your mine.
-Sage Lorraine Boyer
~~~
If my heart was a pinata
It would give to you
Every grand treasure
It is my sincere pleasure
to share your annual measure.
-Celebrating your one-million lights of love
~~~
Your Hands and Growing hands.
Once your hands
held little babies,
Washed little faces,
Went many places.
And each day they
Guided and taught
Your children
And Grandchildren.
And now your great
Grandchildren
Are growing
Hands like yours.
~~~
Summery Sun
You're the Summery sun
that battles the Fall.
Your love is the tallest
step-stool of all.
Because of your kindness
And witiest wit.
I find laughter
No problem.
No, Not a bit.
~~~
More Than...
More than chocolate,
More than earrings,
More than movies,
More than flowers,
More than springtime,
More than walking,
More than dresses,
More than pie,
More than pizza,
More than Friday,
More than Christmas,
More than my birthday,
More than poetry,
More than ice cream,
More than board games,
More than hats,
More than perfume,
More than puppies,
More than rain..
I LOVE YOU.
~~~
Notes and Knots
Notes of Love
are inspired from
Heaven above and
they are the
knots that tie
families together.
~~~
Clumsy sentiment
Cannot alleviate
Sorrow felt when
Someone dies.
For now, we remember
with you, her vibrant soul
"til' we meet {with her} again."
-Sage Lorraine Boyer
{quoted text LDS hymbook}
33. Alexis Howard Johansen wrote:
My relationship with Grandma really began to deepen as a youth after Grandpa passed away. At first I felt a strong need to help take care of her now that she was alone. I remember for the whole first year after Grandpa had died, someone slept over at her house so she wouldn’t be left alone at night. I think at least half my nights for that year were spent at Grandma’s house. I have come to personally believe that by serving someone, we come to love them. I stayed with Grandma many nights, and spent many Saturdays cleaning her house, and by so doing I came to fiercely love her. But the best part of it all was probably finding out how much she loved me.
Living with Grandma during my college years literally changed my life for the better. Grandma and I had so much fun together – perfect roommates ;-). On one hand, I would help her around the house, and be a companion for her. On the other hand, I had a bedroom full of memories to sleep in, the most delicious food to eat, and the best conversations with Grandma. I am sure I got the better end of the deal!!! Time and time again, Grandma would ‘throw’ together a diner that tasted just divine. She would always say, “Oh, it’s nothing that special” or “It’s just vegetables!?!” I’d compliment her all the more, and you’d see this smile of appreciation that she kept to herself. Grandma was not about bragging in the least, so I would brag for her!
You know dinner was never enough. We always had to finish with some apple crunch, or rice pudding, or plain cake topped with either frosting or bananas and whipped cream, or chocolate pudding in her simple, yet elegant goblets, again topped with whipped cream. And if she hadn’t made anything . . . ice cream – the good kind. I’m pretty sure I got my sweet tooth from Grandma Boyer!
Several cousins and I had so much fun playing rook with Grandma during the evening hours. She is one fierce competitor. We’d keep her up late playing rook, and you know we brought out the best in her. One night in particular, Seth really got her going. She had been dealt one rotten hand after another, so she was all worked up anyway. Finally, Grandma was dealt THE hand that would win her a game – you could see that competitive look in her eye. The game was in play, and one move after another, young Seth was there to thwart her every move. After a few times Grandma turned to Seth, whacked him on the arm, and do you know what she called him? Yes Seth, she loved you, but she looked at him with a fierce expression and said, “ You little S#%$!”
Grandma was such a classy lady, and she loved nature. I often times found her looking out her windows at ‘her’ mountains, or watching the deer that grazed through her yard. She hated when they took her mountains away by building homes up there. But I’ve never seen her more mad than when the Utility Guys came and cut back (a.k.a. mutilated) her trees. She went out there a-hollarin’, ravin’ mad at how they had destroyed her trees. When she came back inside, she was crying over the sadness at what they had done to her trees.
Finally, as we all know, Grandma was not one to 'bear her testimony.' Which is probably why my most treasured memory of Grandma Boyer is the day she bore her testimony to me. I came home from my religion class at BYU after a discussion about Eve, the mother of all. I shared with Grandma that Eve had shown wisdom in partaking of the fruit; that she should be honored and revered not looked down upon. With spark of inspiration shining in her eyes, Grandma said, “Thank you so much for sharing that with me. I just new in my heart that Eve was a mighty woman. I just knew what those other people said was wrong!” She then continued to tell me how she used to teach a Sunday school class, and how VERY inadequate she felt. She told me that she didn’t think she was a very good teacher, but there was one lesson when she was teaching about Jesus and the crucifixion that had the biggest affect on her. Grandma choked up at his point and could hardly speak to me. With tears welling up in her beautiful blue eyes, she testified to me, “I just don’t understand how they could do that to Him. I may not understand everything in this Gospel, but I believe in Him. I know He is the Son of God.”
She then called herself a 'big boob...' This testimony continues to burn in my heart, and I am so so so grateful for my time with Grandma. And do you know what? SHE MADE IT! As each of us continue to go through our mortal existence, Grandma gives us inspiration and hope. Someday we’ll make it back home, too, hopfully leaving the same legacy of love that she has left with us. Here's to Grandma Boyer!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
(Earlier posts below, starting with 1.)
20. Holly White wrote:
There are so many great memories with Grandma! She has a great way of making even the smallest things fun! Sunday's at grandma's house were the best! I remember lining up to get my ice cream cone- if you were a big kid you got 2 scoops, if you were a little kid you got 1... the anticipation of being a "big kid"! Like many other grandkids I remember the front games, her big box of dress up and jewelry, and the countless Bear Lake trips!
I can't believe Grandma still loved me after I BLEW up her car, when I drove her to Bear Lake in 2006! I love you Grandma!
21. Seth Boyer wrote:
On Sunday we went and visited Grandma. I was amazed at how much of her natural personality comes through. All of the Kids came into her room to say hi and when she woke up she went right into her serving mode, she was excited that we came and wished she had "buckets of ice cream" for the kids to eat. She thanked us for coming and told my little 2 year old Lizzie that when she felt better they would get better acquainted. More then once she offered to us to fix anything we could find in the house to eat. I went to show my love but left feeling she had done more for me.
22. Kimberly Boyer Mills wrote:
Hundreds of treasured memories flood my mind . . . She had an amazing sponge cake and the very best laugh. I love her wink after she makes an off the cuff comment. I can’t buy Fig Newton’s, black licorice, or Werther’s hard candies without thinking of her . . . and sometimes buy them just because of her.
Her yard was magical . . . a tire swing, a tree house, hidden paths, raspberries to pick, and endless places to explore. I have yet to find a better climbing tree than the tall pine tree in her backyard. Leonardo da Vinci said, “simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” Wasn’t grandma the epitome of that statement? Homemade bread with some jam became the food of royalty and the birds singing outside were better than any opera. She loved a windy day or a good thunderstorm.
I remember one summer grandma yelling at the boys because they had picked the unripe apricots and peaches to use as weapons against each other; thus ruining the harvest.
She was an excellent cook and housekeeper. When I make one of her recipes, whether it is her fresh peach pie, baked spaghetti, or homemade bread I always think of enjoying them in her kitchen.
Family Christmas parties were always a big hit . . .the much anticipated nativity pageant in grandma and grandpa’s basement, then hearing Santa’s bells before he arrived with a gift for each of us. I loved our Easter BBQ’s and again it was her yard that made for the best Easter egg hunts.
I too was led back into her room once and given a sweet necklace grandpa had given her years before. I wish I could walk through her door and see her reclining in her chair with a book. She filled her hall with pictures of us and her photo albums documented our lives. Grandma loved us and we knew it.
COMMENTS:
(A) Alexis Howard Johansen: Kim, your memories touch my heart. Grandma did indeed decorated her home with her family. I love your last comment best: "Grandma loved us and we knew it." I think that's the message we've all been expressing.
23. Alexis Howard Johansen wrote:
Grandma passed away very peacefully at 1:35 pm MST. My father said she simply took her last breath and was gone. My mother so wanted to be with her, but we're sure Grandma would want her to be with Allison to welcome a new life into this world.
I'd like to think that on her way to Heaven, Grandma took a detour through the mountains she loves, and then passed through the plane where my mom sat grieving. So really my mom did get to be with her to the end.
20. Holly White wrote:
There are so many great memories with Grandma! She has a great way of making even the smallest things fun! Sunday's at grandma's house were the best! I remember lining up to get my ice cream cone- if you were a big kid you got 2 scoops, if you were a little kid you got 1... the anticipation of being a "big kid"! Like many other grandkids I remember the front games, her big box of dress up and jewelry, and the countless Bear Lake trips!
I can't believe Grandma still loved me after I BLEW up her car, when I drove her to Bear Lake in 2006! I love you Grandma!
21. Seth Boyer wrote:
On Sunday we went and visited Grandma. I was amazed at how much of her natural personality comes through. All of the Kids came into her room to say hi and when she woke up she went right into her serving mode, she was excited that we came and wished she had "buckets of ice cream" for the kids to eat. She thanked us for coming and told my little 2 year old Lizzie that when she felt better they would get better acquainted. More then once she offered to us to fix anything we could find in the house to eat. I went to show my love but left feeling she had done more for me.
22. Kimberly Boyer Mills wrote:
Hundreds of treasured memories flood my mind . . . She had an amazing sponge cake and the very best laugh. I love her wink after she makes an off the cuff comment. I can’t buy Fig Newton’s, black licorice, or Werther’s hard candies without thinking of her . . . and sometimes buy them just because of her.
Her yard was magical . . . a tire swing, a tree house, hidden paths, raspberries to pick, and endless places to explore. I have yet to find a better climbing tree than the tall pine tree in her backyard. Leonardo da Vinci said, “simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” Wasn’t grandma the epitome of that statement? Homemade bread with some jam became the food of royalty and the birds singing outside were better than any opera. She loved a windy day or a good thunderstorm.
I remember one summer grandma yelling at the boys because they had picked the unripe apricots and peaches to use as weapons against each other; thus ruining the harvest.
She was an excellent cook and housekeeper. When I make one of her recipes, whether it is her fresh peach pie, baked spaghetti, or homemade bread I always think of enjoying them in her kitchen.
Family Christmas parties were always a big hit . . .the much anticipated nativity pageant in grandma and grandpa’s basement, then hearing Santa’s bells before he arrived with a gift for each of us. I loved our Easter BBQ’s and again it was her yard that made for the best Easter egg hunts.
I too was led back into her room once and given a sweet necklace grandpa had given her years before. I wish I could walk through her door and see her reclining in her chair with a book. She filled her hall with pictures of us and her photo albums documented our lives. Grandma loved us and we knew it.
COMMENTS:
(A) Alexis Howard Johansen: Kim, your memories touch my heart. Grandma did indeed decorated her home with her family. I love your last comment best: "Grandma loved us and we knew it." I think that's the message we've all been expressing.
23. Alexis Howard Johansen wrote:
Grandma passed away very peacefully at 1:35 pm MST. My father said she simply took her last breath and was gone. My mother so wanted to be with her, but we're sure Grandma would want her to be with Allison to welcome a new life into this world.
I'd like to think that on her way to Heaven, Grandma took a detour through the mountains she loves, and then passed through the plane where my mom sat grieving. So really my mom did get to be with her to the end.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
1. Nellie Jane Boyer wrote:
"Whenever I would dress up and she would get exicted and take pictures of sadie and me. She always made me feel like a princess"
2. Kenzie Boyer wrote:
"With the weather warming up it got me thinking about spring cleaning at Grandma's. I always enjoyed getting together and pulling weeds, racking leaves, or purnning her fruit trees!! It was always nice when the whole family got together. Than afterwards it was followed by a wonderful dinner and talking.
Another memory I had about Grandma's was night Games. The adults would all be inside on a Sunday night after Grandma had dug out ice cream cones for the grandkids. we would then all rush outside for a game of hide-n-seek or freeze tag! Than running around saving everyone cutting through her little flower bed, or those with the longer legs just jummping over it!! I don't know how many times I got caught on the lone rock next to the drive way and walk way. But the front porch was always safe!!"
3. Marie Boyer wrote:
"K so Kenzie I remember the Front Game at least that is what I remember it being called. I remember waking up to a big breakfast when we'd have a sleep over there. I remember my first Rook game with Grandma, I was nervous and Seth was my partner. I took the bid and called trump and then proceeded to take out the middle, well I accidentally took out all my trump, that I had called and was so embarrassed that I ran and hid in the bathroom. I was there until Seth came and convinced me to come out so we could finish the game, needless to say we went down. :) and Grandma didn't mind at all :)"
4. Sam Howard wrote:
"I don't remember it of course, but Grandma was the first person to hold me, and her clear blue eyes were my greeting into this world. According to my mom, the doctor told Grandma that he needed to take me to run some tests, and she paused before relunctantly handing me over and said, "Now don't you hurt 'im."
She has been as protective and loving of me ever since, and I Iove her dearly for it. She loved us all just as much. Every one of her grand and great-grand children thinks that they are her favorite, but, of course, I’m still quite confident that it's me."
5. Jamie Kulbacki wrote:
"I loved going to dinner at Grandma's house. It made me feel so special because she would have the table set so nicely. My favorite dishes were the multi-colored ones. Plus I always loved what she cooked. I have to say one of my favorites was her spaghetti."
6. Devin Roy Howard wrote:
"I love how Grandma ALWAYS remembered my birthday, and from what I know that was the case for each of the grandchildren. I frequently would run up to grandma and give her big hug, and she would laugh jovially and sway "well hello there!". It was great, she was ALWAYS good for a hug."
7. Rebecca Tadje Howard wrote:
"After meeting Grandma for the first time, I already felt like I could enter the running as a favorite granddaughter--even though I wasn't even technically part of the family. She definitely entered the running as one of my favorite people in the universe. I love her lopsided smile as she makes funny sarcastic jokes. I love her bluntness--she has no guile. I love her special way of listening and asking questions, showing her genuine love and interest. I love her warm hugs and sweet cheek kisses. I love the way she displays food, making the most ordinary things seem extraordinary. I love her laugh, which she never hesitates to share. I just love her.
Even though I know it's best that she leaves this existence, I have been a little teary this morning. I miss her already--I think we all do. I'm so grateful we know that we can be with her again. I look forward to sharing conversations like we used to, before..."
8. Trevor Howard wrote:
"I remember when our family was living with grandma and grandpa, while our house was being built. I was about 6 years old, and grandma was teaching me how to play 'No Peekie' (i don't know how it was spelled). We would sit at the her table and play together, many times i would win. Each time i did, she would act so surprised and say "Well, I can't believe it, you won again" It made me feel so special. She probably let me win those games, but either way, her praise was the best feeling ever."
9. Trent Marvin Boyer wrote:
"One of my favorite memories was when I would visit her and we would play no-peekie. She has a competitive spirit but she would still let me win. I also loved playing Rook with her. Because of how much younger I am than my brothers and sisters, I was allowed to play Rook at a younger than normal age. I loved being on her team and it was especially fun to play and beat my parents. One particular memory stands out to me. We were playing Rook and she threw out a card she didn't want to play. This was at a time when she was starting to lose some cognitive ability and some physical ability but when she realized she didn't want to play that card she shot out of her chair at lightning speed, basically jumped half way onto the table, grabbed the card and was back in her seat in under two seconds. It was amazing. Then she proceeded to beat us in cards. I love her and what a great lady."
COMMENTS:
(A) Daniel Boyer: I have witnessed her "snake strike speed, card recovery abilities in action, good times.
10. Amanda Walker Bramwell wrote:
"I remember whenever we would come to Utah and visit grandma she ask us about what was going on in our lives, and even at a young age I knew that she was really asking. I remember one time we were there, I had told I had gotten my ears pierced. She was so excited for me and she took me into her room to find some earrings to give me but she couldn't find any. So she gave me a silver swan figurine that holds rings and bracelets. I still love that item to this day and use it everyday. And it is even better than earrings since I can't even where them now.
She always made sure that she talked to us and had conversations that us kids could be involved with. Then uncle Trent would take us outside play. I still have never been anywhere more magical then grandma's yard. Even though I was scared of the tree house. I also remember her taking us for walks up her mountain."
11. Amanda Walker Bramwell wrote:
"Even though I wasn't old enough to play rook until recently, she still found games to play us. And she always made us ice cream cones when we came.
One of my favorite past times at grandma's was playing with the jewelery in back bedroom."
COMMENTS:
(A) Marie Boyer: I loved her costume jewelery, that was fun.
12. Phillip Boyer wrote:
"I always loved going to Grandma's house on Sunday nights. Sometimes me and my siblings would walk to Grandma's house on Sunday nights and pick flowers to give to her when we got there (totally not girlie, but then what do you expect from a guy with six sisters). Even though most of our "flowers" were weeds Grandma would still put them in a vase to display to every one.
I also always loved Grandma's cooking one of my favorites was her home made bread with her "special" white honey mmmmm good.
Another memory I have of Grandma is how willing she was to give items away to anyone who mentioned that they liked something in her house. I remember mentioning that I liked a statue of a horse in her house & before I knew it she was taking it off of her shelf and giving it to me. What an amazing, giving, and wonderful lady. I had better stop writing now because weird wet things are starting to fall out of my eyes."
13. Kristin Boyer Fishback wrote:
"There is so much to love about Grandma! She is definitely so unique-there is no one else quite like her! I love her personality and spunk. She was never afraid to tell you what she thought- how many times have we all laughed at her sarcastic comments! I remember always being so nervous to play Rook with her, especially if I got put as her partner. I knew if I made a mistake she would let me know!!
Not only is she so funny, but she is always so polite and loving. She made everyone feel right at home and each of us feel so loved and special. I love hearing all the stories of what she gave each of us when we were with her. Anything we loved- she would say, "then I think you should have it!"
I love her love for nature. She definitely opened my eyes to notice the beautiful world we live in--whether it was those orange poppy flowers blooming, the leaves changing colors, or the way the direction of the snow falling during a storm. She always took time out to enjoy it."
14. Kristin Boyer Fishback wrote:
"I feel so lucky to have spent even more time with her over the last year or so and visit her with my kids. I love the way she "lights up" when the little kids are around and wants to play with them or watch them play. My kids call her the "grandma with all the toys." They have grown to love her too and they can feel how special she makes them feel.
I loved talking with her about the days when her and grandpa were dating and when she was in college. It was so fun to hear her tell her stories. She sure has lived a fun and adventurous life!! She is one special lady that has so many talents and good qualities that I admire. Love you, Grandma!"
15. Roxanna L. Boyer wrote:
"On my first date with my future husband, Stan, I met his mother, Lorraine. She was standing next to the fireplace in a long sapphire blue robe trimmed in white. Her hair was lightly mussed from the day's work but that pure white color apparent and her presence regal, confident, graceful and serene. She welcomed me into her home with the practiced manner of someone who has welcomed many of her children's friends and possible spouses before. I felt like I had entered a sanctuary with symbolic collections decorating the walls, fireplace, sideboards, china hutch and table. They heralded a love for nature, wild life, the mountains, family, work and most of all children. With seemingly no effort, she handed me a slice of apple pie, hot with a dipper of ice cream on the side and I began my tutorial of womanly graces with Lorraine."
COMMENTS:
(A) Alexis Howard Johansen: It makes me want to go out and put some colorful and interestingly shaped glass bottles in my window. :-)
(B)Roxanna L. Boyer: I think imitation is the highest compliment. I have glass bottles in my window now.
(C) Amanda Walker Bramwell: I bought a little bird that reminds me of her and the birds she had in living room.
16. Alexis Howard Johansen wrote:
While living with Grandma in college, I painted my toe-nails key-lime green. Grandma saw my toes and said, "What's that on your toes?"
I responded, "It looks cool, hu!"
"It's sure is ugly!" she said with a crooked smile ;-)
My mother sent her children an email entitled, "Saying Goodbye." As she updated us on Grandma's status and suggested we take an opportunity to say goodbye, she wrote, "I find myself calm and comforted. I am so glad for opportunities to sit with her, put my arms around her, and tell her I love her."
Oh how I wish I could put my arms around Grandma, kiss her cool cheek, and tell her I love her. I imagine she'd kiss me back and say, "I love you, too!"
Thinking of her, reading your favorite memories, and shedding a few tears helps to say goodbye. I'm so glad she's finally going home to Grandpa, but I will still miss her dearly.
Thank you all for sharing. I look forward to reading more favorite memories. Please remind/invite your siblings/parents to join in.
17. Seth Boyer wrote:
"When Marie and Michelle were born Grandma came and stayed with us. I was 5 and went outside to catch a "bee". To my surprise I caught one! So I got stung and called out to Grandma. She didn't yell at me or tell me that was stupid, she just comforted me and then got some dirt and put it on my hand. I thought that was silly because my mom always had me wash my hands. But it did work and took the pain out."
18. Daniel Boyer wrote:
"I drove my lifted, 4x4-rusty, teal green, Suzuki Samurai up Grandma's driveway about 7 years ago. She was walking off her porch as I pulled up. My engine sputtered a little as I shut-her-down, seemingly resisting my imposed "off mode". Grandma smiled at this and said.
"My, that's a fun Jeep. I always wanted Grandpa to get one of those for the canyon and our cabin. I think we had one, but maybe it was something we borrowed, but I remember how fun it was to bounce around in."
"Do you want to go for a ride?"
"Sure, but I shan't. I couldn't get my britches up that high to get in, but thanks Danny.""
We visited about her love affair with cars and trucks and how she and Roy had different tastes. She says she thought she liked Jeeps the best, but that she didn't know for sure as she might just be hoping she did as it seemed a fun way to think about herself. Her honesty and ability to keep things real has always been wonderful to enjoy. When she told me stories, I remember being surprised at the often self deprecating nature of them. She didn't pull punches and if a fact didn't seem the poise a good light on her she would still share it, laugh and say "that was dumb of me, wasn't it?"
COMMENTS:
(A) Roxanna L. Boyer: Nice memory.
19. Roxanna L. Boyer wrote:
"In her first home in Provo, she painted flower borders in the living areas to decorate the walls. As she was telling me this, her eyes seemed to glisten going back in time. She indicated this was a precious time in life for her, working with Roy, raising little boys, struggling to make ends meet and putting her heart into that modest little home by painting her flower borders. She even commented on how she loved the effect of her handiwork. it gave her a great deal of pleasure to create beauty in her home. Her love of beauty, nature and flowers is reflected again in the beautiful yard she crafted in Pleasant Grove."
"Whenever I would dress up and she would get exicted and take pictures of sadie and me. She always made me feel like a princess"
2. Kenzie Boyer wrote:
"With the weather warming up it got me thinking about spring cleaning at Grandma's. I always enjoyed getting together and pulling weeds, racking leaves, or purnning her fruit trees!! It was always nice when the whole family got together. Than afterwards it was followed by a wonderful dinner and talking.
Another memory I had about Grandma's was night Games. The adults would all be inside on a Sunday night after Grandma had dug out ice cream cones for the grandkids. we would then all rush outside for a game of hide-n-seek or freeze tag! Than running around saving everyone cutting through her little flower bed, or those with the longer legs just jummping over it!! I don't know how many times I got caught on the lone rock next to the drive way and walk way. But the front porch was always safe!!"
3. Marie Boyer wrote:
"K so Kenzie I remember the Front Game at least that is what I remember it being called. I remember waking up to a big breakfast when we'd have a sleep over there. I remember my first Rook game with Grandma, I was nervous and Seth was my partner. I took the bid and called trump and then proceeded to take out the middle, well I accidentally took out all my trump, that I had called and was so embarrassed that I ran and hid in the bathroom. I was there until Seth came and convinced me to come out so we could finish the game, needless to say we went down. :) and Grandma didn't mind at all :)"
4. Sam Howard wrote:
"I don't remember it of course, but Grandma was the first person to hold me, and her clear blue eyes were my greeting into this world. According to my mom, the doctor told Grandma that he needed to take me to run some tests, and she paused before relunctantly handing me over and said, "Now don't you hurt 'im."
She has been as protective and loving of me ever since, and I Iove her dearly for it. She loved us all just as much. Every one of her grand and great-grand children thinks that they are her favorite, but, of course, I’m still quite confident that it's me."
5. Jamie Kulbacki wrote:
"I loved going to dinner at Grandma's house. It made me feel so special because she would have the table set so nicely. My favorite dishes were the multi-colored ones. Plus I always loved what she cooked. I have to say one of my favorites was her spaghetti."
6. Devin Roy Howard wrote:
"I love how Grandma ALWAYS remembered my birthday, and from what I know that was the case for each of the grandchildren. I frequently would run up to grandma and give her big hug, and she would laugh jovially and sway "well hello there!". It was great, she was ALWAYS good for a hug."
7. Rebecca Tadje Howard wrote:
"After meeting Grandma for the first time, I already felt like I could enter the running as a favorite granddaughter--even though I wasn't even technically part of the family. She definitely entered the running as one of my favorite people in the universe. I love her lopsided smile as she makes funny sarcastic jokes. I love her bluntness--she has no guile. I love her special way of listening and asking questions, showing her genuine love and interest. I love her warm hugs and sweet cheek kisses. I love the way she displays food, making the most ordinary things seem extraordinary. I love her laugh, which she never hesitates to share. I just love her.
Even though I know it's best that she leaves this existence, I have been a little teary this morning. I miss her already--I think we all do. I'm so grateful we know that we can be with her again. I look forward to sharing conversations like we used to, before..."
8. Trevor Howard wrote:
"I remember when our family was living with grandma and grandpa, while our house was being built. I was about 6 years old, and grandma was teaching me how to play 'No Peekie' (i don't know how it was spelled). We would sit at the her table and play together, many times i would win. Each time i did, she would act so surprised and say "Well, I can't believe it, you won again" It made me feel so special. She probably let me win those games, but either way, her praise was the best feeling ever."
9. Trent Marvin Boyer wrote:
"One of my favorite memories was when I would visit her and we would play no-peekie. She has a competitive spirit but she would still let me win. I also loved playing Rook with her. Because of how much younger I am than my brothers and sisters, I was allowed to play Rook at a younger than normal age. I loved being on her team and it was especially fun to play and beat my parents. One particular memory stands out to me. We were playing Rook and she threw out a card she didn't want to play. This was at a time when she was starting to lose some cognitive ability and some physical ability but when she realized she didn't want to play that card she shot out of her chair at lightning speed, basically jumped half way onto the table, grabbed the card and was back in her seat in under two seconds. It was amazing. Then she proceeded to beat us in cards. I love her and what a great lady."
COMMENTS:
(A) Daniel Boyer: I have witnessed her "snake strike speed, card recovery abilities in action, good times.
10. Amanda Walker Bramwell wrote:
"I remember whenever we would come to Utah and visit grandma she ask us about what was going on in our lives, and even at a young age I knew that she was really asking. I remember one time we were there, I had told I had gotten my ears pierced. She was so excited for me and she took me into her room to find some earrings to give me but she couldn't find any. So she gave me a silver swan figurine that holds rings and bracelets. I still love that item to this day and use it everyday. And it is even better than earrings since I can't even where them now.
She always made sure that she talked to us and had conversations that us kids could be involved with. Then uncle Trent would take us outside play. I still have never been anywhere more magical then grandma's yard. Even though I was scared of the tree house. I also remember her taking us for walks up her mountain."
11. Amanda Walker Bramwell wrote:
"Even though I wasn't old enough to play rook until recently, she still found games to play us. And she always made us ice cream cones when we came.
One of my favorite past times at grandma's was playing with the jewelery in back bedroom."
COMMENTS:
(A) Marie Boyer: I loved her costume jewelery, that was fun.
12. Phillip Boyer wrote:
"I always loved going to Grandma's house on Sunday nights. Sometimes me and my siblings would walk to Grandma's house on Sunday nights and pick flowers to give to her when we got there (totally not girlie, but then what do you expect from a guy with six sisters). Even though most of our "flowers" were weeds Grandma would still put them in a vase to display to every one.
I also always loved Grandma's cooking one of my favorites was her home made bread with her "special" white honey mmmmm good.
Another memory I have of Grandma is how willing she was to give items away to anyone who mentioned that they liked something in her house. I remember mentioning that I liked a statue of a horse in her house & before I knew it she was taking it off of her shelf and giving it to me. What an amazing, giving, and wonderful lady. I had better stop writing now because weird wet things are starting to fall out of my eyes."
13. Kristin Boyer Fishback wrote:
"There is so much to love about Grandma! She is definitely so unique-there is no one else quite like her! I love her personality and spunk. She was never afraid to tell you what she thought- how many times have we all laughed at her sarcastic comments! I remember always being so nervous to play Rook with her, especially if I got put as her partner. I knew if I made a mistake she would let me know!!
Not only is she so funny, but she is always so polite and loving. She made everyone feel right at home and each of us feel so loved and special. I love hearing all the stories of what she gave each of us when we were with her. Anything we loved- she would say, "then I think you should have it!"
I love her love for nature. She definitely opened my eyes to notice the beautiful world we live in--whether it was those orange poppy flowers blooming, the leaves changing colors, or the way the direction of the snow falling during a storm. She always took time out to enjoy it."
14. Kristin Boyer Fishback wrote:
"I feel so lucky to have spent even more time with her over the last year or so and visit her with my kids. I love the way she "lights up" when the little kids are around and wants to play with them or watch them play. My kids call her the "grandma with all the toys." They have grown to love her too and they can feel how special she makes them feel.
I loved talking with her about the days when her and grandpa were dating and when she was in college. It was so fun to hear her tell her stories. She sure has lived a fun and adventurous life!! She is one special lady that has so many talents and good qualities that I admire. Love you, Grandma!"
15. Roxanna L. Boyer wrote:
"On my first date with my future husband, Stan, I met his mother, Lorraine. She was standing next to the fireplace in a long sapphire blue robe trimmed in white. Her hair was lightly mussed from the day's work but that pure white color apparent and her presence regal, confident, graceful and serene. She welcomed me into her home with the practiced manner of someone who has welcomed many of her children's friends and possible spouses before. I felt like I had entered a sanctuary with symbolic collections decorating the walls, fireplace, sideboards, china hutch and table. They heralded a love for nature, wild life, the mountains, family, work and most of all children. With seemingly no effort, she handed me a slice of apple pie, hot with a dipper of ice cream on the side and I began my tutorial of womanly graces with Lorraine."
COMMENTS:
(A) Alexis Howard Johansen: It makes me want to go out and put some colorful and interestingly shaped glass bottles in my window. :-)
(B)Roxanna L. Boyer: I think imitation is the highest compliment. I have glass bottles in my window now.
(C) Amanda Walker Bramwell: I bought a little bird that reminds me of her and the birds she had in living room.
16. Alexis Howard Johansen wrote:
While living with Grandma in college, I painted my toe-nails key-lime green. Grandma saw my toes and said, "What's that on your toes?"
I responded, "It looks cool, hu!"
"It's sure is ugly!" she said with a crooked smile ;-)
My mother sent her children an email entitled, "Saying Goodbye." As she updated us on Grandma's status and suggested we take an opportunity to say goodbye, she wrote, "I find myself calm and comforted. I am so glad for opportunities to sit with her, put my arms around her, and tell her I love her."
Oh how I wish I could put my arms around Grandma, kiss her cool cheek, and tell her I love her. I imagine she'd kiss me back and say, "I love you, too!"
Thinking of her, reading your favorite memories, and shedding a few tears helps to say goodbye. I'm so glad she's finally going home to Grandpa, but I will still miss her dearly.
Thank you all for sharing. I look forward to reading more favorite memories. Please remind/invite your siblings/parents to join in.
17. Seth Boyer wrote:
"When Marie and Michelle were born Grandma came and stayed with us. I was 5 and went outside to catch a "bee". To my surprise I caught one! So I got stung and called out to Grandma. She didn't yell at me or tell me that was stupid, she just comforted me and then got some dirt and put it on my hand. I thought that was silly because my mom always had me wash my hands. But it did work and took the pain out."
18. Daniel Boyer wrote:
"I drove my lifted, 4x4-rusty, teal green, Suzuki Samurai up Grandma's driveway about 7 years ago. She was walking off her porch as I pulled up. My engine sputtered a little as I shut-her-down, seemingly resisting my imposed "off mode". Grandma smiled at this and said.
"My, that's a fun Jeep. I always wanted Grandpa to get one of those for the canyon and our cabin. I think we had one, but maybe it was something we borrowed, but I remember how fun it was to bounce around in."
"Do you want to go for a ride?"
"Sure, but I shan't. I couldn't get my britches up that high to get in, but thanks Danny.""
We visited about her love affair with cars and trucks and how she and Roy had different tastes. She says she thought she liked Jeeps the best, but that she didn't know for sure as she might just be hoping she did as it seemed a fun way to think about herself. Her honesty and ability to keep things real has always been wonderful to enjoy. When she told me stories, I remember being surprised at the often self deprecating nature of them. She didn't pull punches and if a fact didn't seem the poise a good light on her she would still share it, laugh and say "that was dumb of me, wasn't it?"
COMMENTS:
(A) Roxanna L. Boyer: Nice memory.
19. Roxanna L. Boyer wrote:
"In her first home in Provo, she painted flower borders in the living areas to decorate the walls. As she was telling me this, her eyes seemed to glisten going back in time. She indicated this was a precious time in life for her, working with Roy, raising little boys, struggling to make ends meet and putting her heart into that modest little home by painting her flower borders. She even commented on how she loved the effect of her handiwork. it gave her a great deal of pleasure to create beauty in her home. Her love of beauty, nature and flowers is reflected again in the beautiful yard she crafted in Pleasant Grove."
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