One of the joys of being 82 is knowing that I am close to meeting, in person, my grandfather, Armond Thomas Rose, who was killed by a drunk driver while serving as Bishop of the North Farmington Utah Ward. Hw was on his way to October 1924 General Conference when the accident occurred. I have always tried to honor his name and his lifetime of service. I am always amused when I realize he was one of the rowdy boys in the original Primary in the old Rock Church in Farmington.
John A Bennett. Albuquerque, New Mexico
vickieJuly 29, 2019
I knew my grandmothers and one of my grandfathers. the grandfather that died, I had heard was a very kind man. he died when my mother was 7yrs old of tuberculosis. my poor grandmother is what I think of because they were both young.my grandparents couldn't speak English. so, I was never able to converse with them and understand what they were saying. my parents decided not to teach me their language even though they spoke it. however, I loved them anyway because we would visit them often. they lived in another state but we traveled every year to see them. before my fathers mother died we were visiting her and she was very frustrated and tried to talk to me. I realized her frustration as my cousins were teasing her which really upset her. for some reason I was able to see that and I tried so hard to let her know I knew what she felt and would have wanted to help her. I miss my grandparents very much even the one I never saw because I heard so many stories about him and they were all great.
Marilyn CrandallJuly 23, 2019
This is so tenderly written! Thank you for sharing! Your expressions of love made me smile and cry for my own empty spaces; which you showed me how to fill.
Mary Ann KershisnikJuly 23, 2019
I loved reading about your wonderful Grandma Verna. I had such grandmothers who filled my life with love. Thank you for urging me through your words to think of them today!!!
JeanJuly 23, 2019
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing such tender and heartwarming memories and "reunions" of and with your grandmother.
Herm OlsenJuly 23, 2019
Beautiful account of a wonderful woman. I particularly loved reading the dedication at the beginning of the Scrapbook. I wonder where and when she spoke to a group of women in Logan - because some of my relatives might have attended. Thanks for introducing us to a sweet daughter who, I’m sure, still lovingly watches over you!
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John A Bennett, MDJuly 31, 2019
One of the joys of being 82 is knowing that I am close to meeting, in person, my grandfather, Armond Thomas Rose, who was killed by a drunk driver while serving as Bishop of the North Farmington Utah Ward. Hw was on his way to October 1924 General Conference when the accident occurred. I have always tried to honor his name and his lifetime of service. I am always amused when I realize he was one of the rowdy boys in the original Primary in the old Rock Church in Farmington. John A Bennett. Albuquerque, New Mexico
vickieJuly 29, 2019
I knew my grandmothers and one of my grandfathers. the grandfather that died, I had heard was a very kind man. he died when my mother was 7yrs old of tuberculosis. my poor grandmother is what I think of because they were both young.my grandparents couldn't speak English. so, I was never able to converse with them and understand what they were saying. my parents decided not to teach me their language even though they spoke it. however, I loved them anyway because we would visit them often. they lived in another state but we traveled every year to see them. before my fathers mother died we were visiting her and she was very frustrated and tried to talk to me. I realized her frustration as my cousins were teasing her which really upset her. for some reason I was able to see that and I tried so hard to let her know I knew what she felt and would have wanted to help her. I miss my grandparents very much even the one I never saw because I heard so many stories about him and they were all great.
Marilyn CrandallJuly 23, 2019
This is so tenderly written! Thank you for sharing! Your expressions of love made me smile and cry for my own empty spaces; which you showed me how to fill.
Mary Ann KershisnikJuly 23, 2019
I loved reading about your wonderful Grandma Verna. I had such grandmothers who filled my life with love. Thank you for urging me through your words to think of them today!!!
JeanJuly 23, 2019
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing such tender and heartwarming memories and "reunions" of and with your grandmother.
Herm OlsenJuly 23, 2019
Beautiful account of a wonderful woman. I particularly loved reading the dedication at the beginning of the Scrapbook. I wonder where and when she spoke to a group of women in Logan - because some of my relatives might have attended. Thanks for introducing us to a sweet daughter who, I’m sure, still lovingly watches over you!
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