Monday, December 26, 2022

This and That


Callie. Spencer and Scott were home for Christmas. They each bring something to the party.  

Calie brought the Menora. She is trying to learn more  about Spencer's Jewish heritage.  


Spencer made Halla.  It was delicious. 


Scott wore his Santa hat again. I really can't tell if likes Christmas, but he always looks  festive.  


The dogs were nice enough to pose.


It was a good day
 I spent the week delivering gifts to some of my many single friends.  I used some pillows, quilts and homemade bread.  Life is good. Jesus is real. He matters. 

Merry Christmas sweet friends.



Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Roana Richards Hall

Raona Richards Hall


Raona was born in Oakley, UT, to Ralph Ashton and Ida Naoma Laney Richards on 30 June 1930. She passed away peacefully while sleeping on 7 December 2022. Raona grew up on a dairy ranch as somewhat of a tomboy. She worked hard and loved to read, often lying on the back of a horse with a book while tending the cows. After graduating from South Summit High School, she moved to Salt Lake City to work. In 1950 she married Howard Gallatin Hall, and together they reared eight children. In 1953 they settled in Yuba City, CA, where she lived the remainder of her life. Raona was an intelligent, caring person who served in her church and in the community in a variety of ways for decades. Her service in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints included leading women’s and children’s organizations, maintaining instructional materials, and serving for many years in the Oakland and Sacramento temples. She also served full-time missions for the Church: first in Alabama with Howard, and later in the Church Historical Department. Raona’s service in the community included working at election polls, canvassing votes, and helping immigrants with literacy. She also served as Chair of the Editorial Staff of the Sutter County Historical Society News Bulletin from July 1979 until January 1987.


Raona was preceded in death by her parents, brothers Sterling and Arnold Richards, sisters Carol Hardman and Afton VanTassell, her son Joseph, and a grandson. She is survived by her sisters Ruth (Floyd) Baham of Kaysville, UT, and Glenda (Max) Excell of Preston, ID; her sons Michael (Martha) of Orem, UT, Richards (Joanne), Peter (Melody) of Yuba City, CA, Steven of Tracy, CA, and Wesley (Lisa) of Jerome, ID; her daughters Jacque (Byron) Johnson of Glide, OR, and Suzanne (Gary) Selvidge of Sacramento, CA; also by 31 grandchildren and 70 great-grandchildren.


There will be a visitation at Ullrey Memorial Chapel on Tuesday, December 27, from 4:00 pm until 6:00 pm. Funeral services for Raona will be held on Wednesday, December 28, at 10:00 am at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints located at 520 Clark Avenue, Yuba City. Interment will follow in the Sutter Cemetery. Those wishing to donate in lieu of flowers may consider donating in her name to the missionary fund of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, to the Community Memorial Museum Association, or to the Friends of the Sutter County Library.


The official obituary has been published.  Here  are few things that didn't make it. 

She had a 'thing' with the mail. She believed that they held her church magazines. She had the number of the Postmater and used it. 

Since I've know her, she has always had long hair pulled back into a bun. Fun fact: she put pin curls in it on Saturday.  I would assume it was so it would look good on Sunday.  Scott used to draw her with two circles; one was her face the other was her bun. He was 4. 

She was a terrible cook. She cooked her turkey on low heat--all night. When my kids would complain about dinner I would threatened to feed them what she had feed Wes growing up. 

Someone once told me that they always thought of her as a pioneer woman.  It made sense to me. 

She had two Medical books and would diagnosis herself and others. That's why I called her Dr Raona.

She preferred a letter to a phone call, especially if you lived out of state.  She would worry about how much that the phone call costs. Only call if you are in town. 

She had a large collection of cool whip and butter containers.  She was not afraid to use them. 

She did not like air conditioning.  She could take the heat.

She spent a fair amount of time looking out here front room window, checking out her neighbors. She could tell you the low down on all her neighbors.  What time they got home from work. How long the garage door was opened. How many walks they took. 

She often offered us candy and would tell use that she bought it a year ago. 

I just needed to share my memories.  It's hard to know what to say. She was a quirky and sassy grandma. 








Sunday, December 18, 2022

Grandma Hall

Wes's mom passed away on December 7 2022. Although Wes claims that it wasn't a surprise, it was to me. She had been healthy and living in her own home. Wes's brothers checked on her and feed her every day. She had extreme dementia and was very confused. 


This is the last time I saw her, June 2022.

Her passing has been hard on me and some of my children, as our relationships with her were strained. I don't know how it is on Wes because he has not said one word about her since she passed. 

She was always different.  She watched a college football game during our wedding reception. Thirty years later she introduced me at church as Kay Empeys daughter, not her daughter in law. Im mot sur she ever excepted me. She really had no relationship with Callie and Richard ever. The truth is that she had Social Anxiety and never reached out for help. 

I thought how awkward it must have been for her to reunite with her family on the other side of the veil. I hope that mental illness is cured as she passed through to the other side. 

She did okay when Howard was alive. He balanced her. 
She loved the outdoors.
She could grow any plant by breaking off part of something she liked and sticking it in the ground.
She loved to serve in the temple.
She was thrifty. 
She loved a road trip.
She loved family history. 
She was loyal to the Ward Chior.
She enjoyed watching football. On Sundays she watched it without the volume on -- you know, to keep the Sabbath day holy.
She raised eight children. 
She loved Jacquie. I think she loved them all but Jacquie was definitely the favorite.
She always had her scriptures near her. 
She ate tomatoes like an apple. 
She loved to read. 
She was wickedly talented with the knitting needles. She loved to make dish rags and many a bride and groom recieved them as gifts. 

She didn't like to have her picture taken but she looks happy here. It's on my refrigerator, thus the magnet. 

I have worked really hard to write positive thoughts here. I have many not-so positive thoughts and some things that are just funny about her. I will write that post soon. The funeral is not until the 28th. So there are many days to ponder her life  ahead. 

Let me say that I do believe in the Savior and His atonement. She will be made whole and her mental illness will he healed. I don't know the timing of it, but I know it will happen. 









Sunday, December 11, 2022

New York City

My daughter loves to visit New York and go to shows. She has become very familiar with the city as she and her friend that lives there have spent days walking and enjoying sights. 
She really wanted me to go to The Music Man with Hugh Jackman and Sutton Foster. I put it off until I recently found that airfare was more than reasonable and that the show would close in January.  
So we left Idaho and flew to another land... far, far away. Here are the highlights and the pictures.

We walked about 13 miles

The weather was mild

We spent a much on 3 Uber rrdes as airfare

The show was fabulous.  Everything she said it would be and more. 


World Trade Center Memorial 


Fancy breakfast 


First park


Mood


A little bit of heaven


Yes please


Another park 


Rockefeller center


Busy sidewalks; dressed in holiday style


American Girl doll store; great place for a rest.


The Show 


I bought a $10 diet coke in there. It comes in a commemorative cup, the only thing i brought home from my day in the city.

One day in the city, two days of travel, and some exceptional memories .