I thought this was an awsome story about William Crane and I think he can be a great example to us all.
William Crane (Grandma's Grandfather) was called on a mission to England in 1896. At the time he was 37 years old and had a wife and 7 kids he had to leave. He served for 26 months in England. He also had a sheep business at the time and when he got home, he had to sell the sheep because of the debts he had. This must have taken so much faith and courage to leave his family and business to serve the Lord. Even though many of his friends told him that it was a foolish thing to do, he was still obedient. He ended up dying soon after at age 42 from pnemonia. He left his wife and 9 children this time. This story also shows the great strength that his wife must have had. She must have had great faith in the Lord as well.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Don Gerratt, Ann Bailey, and the Dog
Here is another great story that is found in the Life History of Donald Wayne Gerratt, written by David Gerratt. This takes place during Great Granpa's and Grandma's courtship.
"All of Ann's family approved of Don except for their dog, Tip. One night, Don came to take Ann out on a date. He had on a brand new suit that he had bought for the occasion. Somwhere between his car and the front door, Tip got a hold on one leg of that suit and ripped it all the way up one leg. He made it inside the house without getting any flesh taken out of him, but decided to spend the next few hours there with Ann's family instead of going out."
"All of Ann's family approved of Don except for their dog, Tip. One night, Don came to take Ann out on a date. He had on a brand new suit that he had bought for the occasion. Somwhere between his car and the front door, Tip got a hold on one leg of that suit and ripped it all the way up one leg. He made it inside the house without getting any flesh taken out of him, but decided to spend the next few hours there with Ann's family instead of going out."
Thank you David for this story!
“Marge, this root beer is flat!”
That was what my dad said at lunch one day when my mom brought him some root beer from her stash that was “hidden” behind their bed. Their bedroom was strictly off limits and we were threatened if we stole food from there. Mom kept lots of pop, chips and other tasty treats behind their bed and gave us the worst kind of threatenings if we ventured in to steal any. That was because we were such food thieves. We smelled out all baked goods hidden anywhere in the house and ate them. We seemed to be able to find the freezer key, no matter where she hid it. (Her favorite place was in the hollow part on the bottom of aerosol cans). Spanking and yelling at us did not stop us from stealing food; we just got sneakier about it. That’s what happened with the root beer.
Me and another brother or brothers (I can’t remember who all was involved with me) snuck into our parents’ room and carefully opened a large bottle of root beer. It was a Cragmont brand which was probably a store brand. We drank it all. Then we put water and the right amount of brown food color and did our best to seal it shut.
Some weeks later, at lunch, my father asked mom for some pop to go with his lunch. He did that occasionally, especially during the summers when it was very hot outside. When we saw that he was about to drink our altered root beer we made ourselves scarce, but stayed close enough to hear his reaction. After, he told mom how flat the root beer was, she made some comment about it being old. We kept quiet till we were out of hearing range and then had a good laugh.
“Marge, this root beer is flat!”
That was what my dad said at lunch one day when my mom brought him some root beer from her stash that was “hidden” behind their bed. Their bedroom was strictly off limits and we were threatened if we stole food from there. Mom kept lots of pop, chips and other tasty treats behind their bed and gave us the worst kind of threatenings if we ventured in to steal any. That was because we were such food thieves. We smelled out all baked goods hidden anywhere in the house and ate them. We seemed to be able to find the freezer key, no matter where she hid it. (Her favorite place was in the hollow part on the bottom of aerosol cans). Spanking and yelling at us did not stop us from stealing food; we just got sneakier about it. That’s what happened with the root beer.
Me and another brother or brothers (I can’t remember who all was involved with me) snuck into our parents’ room and carefully opened a large bottle of root beer. It was a Cragmont brand which was probably a store brand. We drank it all. Then we put water and the right amount of brown food color and did our best to seal it shut.
Some weeks later, at lunch, my father asked mom for some pop to go with his lunch. He did that occasionally, especially during the summers when it was very hot outside. When we saw that he was about to drink our altered root beer we made ourselves scarce, but stayed close enough to hear his reaction. After, he told mom how flat the root beer was, she made some comment about it being old. We kept quiet till we were out of hearing range and then had a good laugh.
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