Friday, May 28, 2010

whew! not much time to blog this week. we lost our Grandpa J.


 I've started a new job and the training is so time consuming and exhausting that I haven't done a bit of blogging at all this week!  I love blogging and feel bad about it.  The training is going to be for 3 more weeks.  So, I know my posts will be short and not too interesting but I'll try to put a few things together.  Hopefully I'll have time for a little bit of art.
 Grandpa and his tie collection that he kept in an old trunk

Tonight I'm going to watch an old movie with my family called "Good Neighbor Sam" with Jack Lemon.  I just love him.  He was such a great actor and certainly deserved more than one Academy Award.  Anyway, we all need to relax around here as it's been a bad week in more ways than one.  My father-in-law, Tom, passed away on Tuesday in the middle of the night.  He was 92 and so miserable.  It really was a good thing and we're glad that he's now with Marge, my mother-in-law and Judy, their daughter.  We will miss him and hate to think of all the changes.  No more Grandma and Grandpa's house to go to any more.  WE are the grandparents now and that's just plain old strange.  Our kids move up a step also.  We all advance forward to a new stage.  Life's like that.

Tom was a child during the depression.  His dad came from Denmark and had a large family to support.  As I remember Tom's dad was a brick mason and worked on the Manti LDS Temple.  Tom grew up in Salt Lake City on the other side of the railroad tracks.  They were dirt poor.  When he was 8 years old he took the trolley into downtown SLC to sell newspaper until it was dark at night.  He was so afraid he would get lost during the day that he didn't go outside of about a 2 block area.  At night, in the dark, he rode the street car home all by himself.  He served in the CCC's and in the army in WWII.  As a child he had a struggle growing up with a step mother that was very cruel.  Some people would treat their family the same.  Not Tom.  You couldn't find a better father and tender hearted husband.  He loved Marge until the day he died and it was vice versa.  She loved Tom.  They would do anything for any one and could be seen delivering veggies from their large garden to all the neighbors.  When our children were too little and we couldn't get to our own garden to till it we woke up one morning to the sound of the tiller.  Tom was out in our backyard tilling the garden for us.
 Tom and his little boy, Chris-my husband!
I could always rely on him to help me out if my car broke down during the day.  He loved everyone in the family and our children adored him.  He was a great man and will be terribly missed by all of us.

7 comments:

Cro Magnon said...

Very sorry for you. What a wonderful picture with the ties. Was that your idea?

My condolences, Cro.

Julie said...

Cro, thanks so much. Well, actually Tom had all these ties that he had kept from the early 30's on. He kept them in an old trunk. Whenever his grandsons would go on a mission they would come over to Grandpa's house and chose some from the tie trunk-the crazier the better. On his 90th bday everyone bought him a new tie for the trunk. He probably got about 25 new ties. I think he was quite overwhelmed by it all. When he went into the care center last year we brought out all of them and let the boys pick as many as they wanted. They will always remember their grandpa when they see those old ties!

Emily said...

I'm sorry for your loss our prayers and love are with you and yours. 80)

Julie said...

Emily, thanks so much. As I said it was a good thing. Grandpa Tom was ready to be released from this life and is probably frolicking in the meadows with Marge right now.

lemonverbenalady said...

Our thoughts and prayers are with your family, Julie!

Julie said...

Nancy, thanks so much. It is a big loss. He was quite a guy.

Sandy said...

He sounds like a good man. There certainly are times when the pain and suffering is just way too much so they are better off leaving. Congrats on the new job..

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