I am so grateful for the gospel, and for the sacrifice of the son,
so that we might have resurrection and be assured of our place beyond the veil.
from the Journal of Elaine Murry [February 16. 1980]

Thursday, July 22, 2010

cake decorator... extraordinaire

I know that most everybody loves their Mother. Most never fully appreciate what Mother's do until they do it for themselves.

I have never been a cake decorator. (My kids were lucky to get a cake decorated by my Mother or Carma... mine were mostly kept in the pan and frosted... no dramatic design) But I love seeing the designs of people that do have this talent... either natural or developed.

Yesterday while looking through some photos I found these. My Mother made this cake for Yvette and Amy. Yvette is my daughter. Amy is my niece. They share a birthday 12 years apart... on October 24th. They also share the same birthday with one of my Mother's favorite people ever... Anne Whitney.



How blessed I feel to remember this moment in time... a celebration of Yvette (13) and Amy (1).



Thanks Mom for all of the special moments and all the work that made our days a bit more extraordinary.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

50th Anniversary

Dear Mom,

Today would have been your 50th wedding anniversary...
I am sorry you are not here to see that time in your life.

I miss you so much.

I have not posted here for awhile...
but I think about you constantly and wish you were here.

I love you Mom.

All about me... in my own words [contributor: Teresa Murry]

Where were you born? 'I was born in LaVerkin, Utah.'
What was your first job? 'It was a bank job--book-keeper at First National--Later I became a teller, even when I was pregnant with Sheila.'
What was your education? 'No college.'
What was your most frightening moment? 'When I was sixteen I almost hit a guy and your Grandma was scared.'
What is your favorite holiday and why? 'Easter. Potato salad and ham.'
What is your favorite music? 'Hymnals. When I was challenged with my 1977 cancer I packed a hymnal to the hospital and there I would sing from it's pages. My roommate would ask for more, more.'
What were your childhood chores? 'I had Loris do them all. I always did less than more.'
What do you miss the most about your Mother? 'The way she smelled- Coty powder was probably the reason. She would always powder her face.'
What tradition do you carry on from your Mother? 'Potato Salad. if my Mother made it, it would be good. I was a fussy eater when I was 5 to 6 years old. I hated to eat when I was little, so bad that I would throw up.'
What is your favorite dish to make? 'Potato Salad.'
What are your memories of your Mother? Mother cut everything exactly so.'
Did you have a pet as a child? 'No. My boyfriend gave me a dog when I was fourteen and i gave it to Judy. She named it Curly. She took it to save it's hairy life. We had a family of kittens in the laundry room, they wouldn't sell so we got rid of them.'
Where was your home as a child? 'It was the Lewis street home. I shared the garage with Loris.'
Did you have any boyfriends before Harris? 'No more than a hundred.'
Who was your first boyfriend? 'Ralph Adams.'
Who and when was your first kiss? 'I don't recall. I was very bold. I kissed everyone goodnight. I had a very ugly friend Eldon Clothier-I was Eldon's first kiss.'
When was your first kiss with Harris? 'November 20, 1958 at the Huntridge Theater & mt. Charleston.'
What is your favorite weather? 'I don't enjoy the summer. Winter is my favorite for mild, nice times.'
What is your favorite smell? 'Rain on the desert. Sagebrush.'
What is your favorite 'Murry Tradition'? 'The Christmas prayer chart made by Grandma.'
Why don't you like to swim? 'I fell off Grandpa's shoulders as a child and I have a fear of water. I don't like swimming.'
How did the cow tradition come about? 'At the first sisters reunion. Janice always kept the tradition of course.'

Contributors to this BLOG

Sheila
Lisa
Debra
Angela
Teresa
Carma
Karena

... her daughters.

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