A Day Spent Fishing

February 22, 2008 by

Make sure and check out the new comments and great story posted by Cornel and Floyd A., in the Picture In The Header thread!

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Horse and two riders

February 18, 2008 by
Horse & rider

Can anyone name the horse and the two riders appearing in this picture? How about the location where this photo was taken for extra credit?

Valerie Lynne Wilkes, 1972-1973

February 17, 2008 by
Valerie

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.

Valerie’s Picture (1.1 MB)

Family Pedigree On-line at www.rootsweb.com

February 15, 2008 by

All,

Hi, I thought I’d let you know that I’ve posted Grandpa’s family pedigree online at: W.L. Wilkes Ancestors. Please take a peek.

You might notice that the line stops with Benjamin Wilkes m. Temerpance Hand; however, there’s more. You can look at this line by Doris Ross Johnston: More W.L. Wilkes Ancestors

She’s published a book and has more information on Benjamin’s ancestors. Doris maintains a web site on our ancestors here:Our English Origins.

She’s done a good deal of research that we’ve enjoyed–thanks Doris.

John S. Wilkes uncle to W. L. Wilkes

February 15, 2008 by

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:

newpaper article

A thought for today

February 15, 2008 by

When I was young, this thought hung in a frame above the kitchen sink in our house for all to see and contemplate as they washed dishes or completed other duties there. I believe having it there accomplished the desired impact since Bill, Shirley Ann and I were all able to recall it when we were discussing it a recent phone conversation. It was one of Mother’s favorites and embodies her approach to life.

Keep the telephone of your mind forever transmitting thoughts of Love, Purity, Joy & Health; Then, when Disease, Sorrow, Lust or Hate, try to call you, they will always get the Busy Signal.

After awhile they will forget your number.

Author known.

Family Name: Attie

January 26, 2008 by

I have a question concerning the family name “Attie”. This name belonged to my great grandfather. True? It is also the middle name of my father. Where does this name come from? How many “Atties” are there in the family?

It is my understanding this family name is a derivative of “Atlas” and that Atlas means “long suffering”. Is that true? How many people named Atlas or Attie are there in the family tree?

The Picture In The Header

January 23, 2008 by

Does anyone recognize the picture in the header? Do you know when and where this picture was taken?