Here is a link to a selection of images from our adventure this past week to visit the farm of our friend Dirk in the Columbia River gorge, and attend an alpaca raising seminar at a farm in Hillsboro, Oregon.
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Roy and Eva Wilkes
Brad suggested we need a picture of Roy (William Leroy Wilkes) and Eva (Eva Nancy Angeline McElrath) on the blog since the blog is dedicated to their memory. I think this one is very typical of the way they most people remember them. I know this is how I like to remember them. I hope you like it.
I woke up this morning thinking about Valerie and in the process of those thoughts I decided to share some of them with you. Many of you know that Valerie Lynne Wilkes, our seventh child, was born June 13, 1972 and died August 30, 1973 which coincidently was Beverly’s and my 15th wedding anniversary. Two days before she died we had arrived in Salt Lake. We were moving to Salt Lake from Eugene so I could take a job, all part of a plan to get some much needed help for our family.
When we arrived, we began moving into a house we had rented in the East Mill Creek area of Salt Lake. As part of the move, my parents (Roy and Eva) had driven down from Eugene in my dad’s pickup to bring a few of our belongings that were needed so we could survive until the main part of our belongings would arrive later by moving van.
The day after we arrived we had gone as a family to spend the day on Snell Johnson’s property located adjacent to Deer Creek Reservoir in the Heber Valley. There were some family activities there, mainly centered around dirt bikes and three-wheelers which our children enjoyed. My parents were planning to leave for their return to Eugene later in the day but they had accompanied us up to this location. Later, when they were getting ready to depart, several of us including Valerie had gathered around Dad’s pickup to bid them farewell.
Fourteen-month-old Valerie had climbed up into the truck and onto the seat next to my Dad when my Mother handed her a cookie. In a manner that was very characteristic of Valerie, she instinctively broke the cookie into two pieces and offered half of it to her Grandpa whom she adored and who, in turn, adored her.
For me, this was an unforgettable moment. It not only tells us a lot about Valerie and the kind of person she was even at the age of fourteen months, but it teaches us some of the great lessons of life. I believe that life is lived best when it is lived with as much compassion and concern for others as we have for ourselves. Valerie was demonstrating this when she divided the only cookie she had so she could share it with her Grandpa. This morning, as I was thinking about this incident, I wondered if I am following Valerie’s example and doing enough to share the “cookies” I have received with others.
Valerie died the day after this incident. I honor her for teaching me this lesson.
Some of you may already know this story; however, it’s quite touching so its worth repeating. Grandpa’s uncle John S. Wilkes died on Jan 6, 1895. He was 17 years, 4 months and 2 days old.
Grandpa wouldn’t have known his uncle John S. Wilkes because Grandpa wasn’t born until Nov. 20, 1898.
Here’s the text of the article that reports on the death of John S. Wilkes:
Falls Under the Wheels of a Passenger Train.
“I don’t care much for myself , but I do feel sorry for my poor mother, who told me not to go skating to-day. These were the brave words uttered by John Wilkes, a lad 16 years of age, who had both legs crushed this afternoon by the wheels of a passenger train on the Maple Leaf. The lad went on to Soldiers Home to skate on Lake Jeanette this morning, but being not permitted to go upon the ice he returned to the railway depot to and there boarded the North-bound passenger train on the Maple Leaf. Whether he attempted to jump off or not is not known, but he evidently fell between the car platforms, two coaches passing over his limbs. The accident occurred near Home mine, about 11 o’clock this morning. The police headquarters were promptly notified, and the patrol wagon with a detachment of police sent to the scene of the accident. He was placed on a stretcher and conveyed to his home on South Broadway, two doors south of Pennsylvania Ave. On the way to his home the little fellow was quite rational, and appeared to suffer little pain. He asked the officers if “his legs were hurt” and it was then when he gave utterance to his sorrow about disobeying his Mothers wishes. Both parents were absent from home, having gone to church. They were notified of the accident, and the mother’s anguish and tears upon reaching the side of her brave little boy can better be imagined than told. Police officers, used to all sorts of scenes, say they could not remain in the room, and while the mother was kissing the poor lad he tried to pacify her and tell her all would soon be right. He died about five hours after the accident. In the evening Coroner McGill and Dr. VanTuyl held an examination.
For those that are interested here is a digital copy of the article: