Showing posts with label Ma Famille. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ma Famille. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Jesus & Spaceships, Graves & Death


In 1960 my grandfather, Don Schow Clark died in an airplane crash in Nevada on a business trip, leaving behind my grandmother Marion and their eight children. My dad was the oldest child at 16 years, the youngest Cindy was not yet one.

We went to visit grandpa's grave this weekend along with Provoan neighbors who came carrying bundles of flowers and heavy hearts for their own beloved dead. This was my children's first visit to a cemetery and it was hard to explain.

When people die, their spirits go to heaven, but their bodies are put in nice wooden boxes and are buried here.

What?

Anson insisted he see Jesus.

"Where is Jesus? I WANT TO SEE HIM!"

When we stopped at Grandpa's grave (having had to call both my mother and brother Andrew to locate the gravestone) it occurred to me that I could probably tell my son the story behind grandpa. His cognitive development is astounding to me these days.

"Anson, Grandpa Clark died in a plane crash," I told him once we were back in the car, driving west towards the rural parts of town.

"I know," he said back.

"You know?"  I replied surprised.

"Yes, his plane crashed and Jesus came down in a spaceship and picked him up."

What?

I thought about the time when I was seven or eight, I was asked to give a spiritual thought for our family night. I stood up to give the lesson, about death and the comfort the gospel gives to us regarding that matter, and I told the story about Grandpa Clark's death. Only, in the middle of the story I looked over at my dad and for the first time I realized his dad had died. It was the most tragic idea I could possibly think of at that point in my life.

His dad died.

And I started to sob uncontrollably, which would've warranted mass teasing from my brothers (as per our household mode of operation) but no one laughed at me, so I kept crying. Then I walked over to my dad's lap, wrapped my arms around him and cried for him. I was so sorry for him my heart broke completely.

I remember my dad saying, "It's okay, I am okay."

But his voice was sad too.

And I looked over at my mom and she was crying.

The story of my grandpa, his death and the life of his family that followed has always been an anchor story in my life. For me it was the first story of my family--the origins of the Clark family started the day my grandpa died. It reset the beginning and everything that has followed--good or bad--was consequence. Isn't that what tragedy does? Gives you a before and after to hang your memories on?

I'm just realizing, as I write this about our Memorial Day weekend, that on the same day we tried to explain graves and death to Anson we had let him watch Ghostbusters 1 and 2 back-to-back.

Poor kid. I'm going to let him believe that Jesus spaceship story for as long as he wants.



Thursday, March 1, 2012

family update: erin



sometimes i think it was a dream
i had erin.

she came so fast to us
right after ever was born
almost.

and i feel so much differently
about motherhood now
i can't believe
i don't feel
so
overwhelmed
like i used to.

she's so good
and sweet
barely cries
or irritates.

her skin is like
pebbles smoothed by
the ocean's currents
and i could kiss
her face all day long.

and already starting
to flip over
and sleep
through the night.

she's making me want more babies
is what she's doing.

she is dreamy.



question: i find it fascinating when a child's behavior lands outside of the "normal range" in the childhood timetable. kids who walk early, talk incredibly late, crawl at five months or at nine. the outlayers-- they are doing it in their own time, thankyouverymuch. you know of what i am talking about?

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

family update: chup



as my work load expands
chup has been mr. mom these last
few weeks.

while i am working downstairs
i hear him upstairs
managing the household
cleaning
wiping
repairing ouchies.

when it's quiet i know he's
taken the kids for a walk
or to the playground
or puppet time at the
library.

and at the end of the day
he's sore
tired
and wasted of patience
and says to me
"i get it."

and it makes me grateful
for this time in our lives.


question: have you experience role-reversal?

Monday, February 27, 2012

family update: the chief


chup always tells me our chief is just a miniature of himself.
"all he needs is food and affection," chup says.

when it comes to food, the chief is indeed just like his father.
so very picky.
so
very
picky.
and rarely will he eat "speciables"
(which i believe are vegetables)
except last week i discovered the boy will eat
broccoli when slightly boiled for three minutes.



as for the affection, i let the boy kiss me willingly.
last week he suffocated me with a rousing kiss on the mouth.
when it was over he pulled back my face,
and with flashing brown eyes exclaimed,
"MAGIC, HUH?"



just like his father indeed
which means,
we're in trouble.



question: do you see yourself in your offspring/posterity/younger family relations?

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Winnie the You

I hope my siblings will forgive me.

It's just that we love Winnie the Pooh Movie around here. In fact, I think it's the best children's movie ever made. I do. I really do. It's funny, it's clever and most importantly, it's short.

As these things go, we adore the movie so much we watch it A LOT. And because I've seen it so many times I started to think about each character and why I love them. If you don't count Balloon, there are nine characters in Winnie the Pooh Movie and would you know it? There are nine siblings in my family.

But! Also! I can easily compare a character in this movie with each of my siblings. We are practically Pooh and Friends around here. Allow me to explain:


Steve is our Eeyore. Humble. Unassuming. Doesn't esteem sociability. Would send you a text with the general feeling of "thanks for noticin' me."


Matt is Tigger. Excitable. Likes action. Hunting. Pouncing. Teasing. Doesn't bounce, but talks with a booming voice. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"


Page and Rabbit. Likes to lead. Likes to have a plan. Likes to be the voice of reason. Likes to take projects seriously. Also has a large garden in her backyard.


Christopher is our Winnie the Pooh. Uncritical. Undemanding. Unhurried. Easily adored by everyone who meets him. Likes honey.

Just kidding I don't know if he likes honey. But he used to like cheese.


Andrew is Roo. Angelic. Sweet-hearted. Cherished. Has a boyish style to him. Loves a good, safe, cozy spot preferably close to his mama (or wife, these days).


Me is Owl. Loud. Animated. Known to break into song. Likes to write (about myself, mostly) and think. Loves nothing more than to be right.


Jesse is our Christopher Robin because really, this is his life and we're just players in it. He's our family treasure. We're lucky he sometimes graces our silly, imaginary lives.

Ok. Really. (Although the above part isn't totally facetious...)

Beloved. Admired. Always accessible (except when he's at school: Back Soon!) and valued. It's always nice to have him around.


Stephanie is Kanga. The epic mother. Crafting and caring. She's compliant but only to a point. Doesn't like fuss or hassle. Would prefer if we didn't sing "YOU GET THE HONEY ENJOY!" after she cleverly knits Eeyore a new tail.


Lucy is Piglet. (Not just because she's the smallest.) Curious. Vivacious. Wonderfully anxious. And undeniably cute.

So, that's it. There we are. Please remember this is my opinion only. Maybe my siblings would disagree with me on these comparisons. But I think I'm pretty close and remember? I am always right.

See you next time in the Hundred Acre Wood.


this month I've decided to write a book while simultaneously breastfeeding my baby and battling the postpartum blues. should be a blast. stay tuned.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

On November 24th


Our Thanksgiving Day turkey weighed 7 lbs 8oz this year!
She's gorgeous.
Details to come soon...


Much love to all of you!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Scenes From A Funeral



On Saturday we said good bye to our very beloved grandfather Layton Byron Jones who we called Papa. He was 98, my mother's father. The man was an incredible force in this life and he stayed sharp until the end. I spent the afternoon Saturday equally crying and laughing. Crying because I love him so much and remembering how much I always felt loved by him too. Laughing because when a man is as dynamic as Papa, there is a world of stories out there to remember (in his mid-eighties he wed Bernice and paid her $100 to do the hula at their wedding luncheon--and yes, she shook those lovely hips!) He had a presence in this life that was very swift, his mind worked faster than most humans and he hardly ever sat still--and I don't think heaven will contain him either. Saturday was a celebration of a job remarkably well-done and we, his posterity, feel very lucky to share Papa's legacy.

Chup shot these photos at the dedication of the grave:





Papa's three daughters: my mom, Cindy (flew in from her mission in St. Louis), Janet (Springville, Utah) and Karen (Whidbey Island, Washington).




Sometimes I look in the mirror and think I look just like my Aunt Karen. Maybe it's just wishful thinking?


It was said at the service by Elder Russel M. Nelson that a funeral like this made men want to be better and work harder. After a gorgeous family lunch at Jeff and Nanette's house (Greek food, lemonade, sorbets and flowers like you've never seen) we went home exhausted. But before we slept Chup remarked how the sentiments of the day did make him want to improve his life and relationships. I felt the same way. It was a memorable day.




Until we meet again Papa.


What do Mormons believe about life after death?

Here's a scripture from the Book of Mormon:

"Now, concerning the state of the soul between death and the resurrection--Behold, it has been made known unto me by an angel, that the spirits of all men, as soon as they are departed from this mortal body, yea, the spirits of all men, whether they be good or evil, are taken home to that God who gave them life. And then shall it come to pass that the spirits of those who are righteous are received into a state of happiness, which is called paradise, a state of rest, a state of peace, where they shall rest from all their troubles and from all care and sorrow." --Alma 40:11-12.

Sounds nice doesn't it?









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