tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78351971616828040092024-03-13T21:52:44.203-07:00Lynda's Family MemoriesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835197161682804009.post-55150990849368670732013-02-24T18:00:00.001-08:002013-02-24T18:09:38.127-08:00Aunt Laura’s Old Cedar Chest<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I
remember seeing Aunt Laura’s treasured cedar chest in one of the bedrooms in my
Grandmother’s old home in Toquerville, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She kept an old fringed tapestry on the top.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This cedar chest was full of Aunt Laura’s
treasured handmade linens and keepsakes from her long life in Southern Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Aunt
Laura Anderson was Grandmother Emma Helena Anderson’s sister.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were raised on their father Peter
Anderson’s farm near Anderson’s Junction, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Grandfather Anderson was from Denmark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He came to the United States as a young man, joined the church in its
early days, made the pioneer trek to Utah and settled in Southern Utah to to farm.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Later
in life, Aunt Laura married a man named John Pulsipher, known in the family as
“Uncle Johnny.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They never had any
children, but Aunt Laura was loved by many nieces and nephews.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After Uncle Johnny died, Aunt Laura came to
live with my Grandmother, their sister-in-law, Christine Anderson, who was also
a widow, and her niece, my Aunt Mary, in Toquerville.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Aunt
Laura was a very slim, tiny little lady who always wore her beautiful long
white hair piled on top of her head, secured with a variety of combs, in a
style favored by ladies of her day.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One
story I remember hearing about Laura:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When
Uncle Johnny died he left debts which Aunt Laura was determined to repay, even
though she could have had them “forgiven,” due to her advanced age.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aunt Laura would hear nothing of this
arrangement, however.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She went to work
at camps cooking for the workers until she had repaid the debts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This took several years but she accomplished
it, in spite of the hardship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aunt Laura
was quiet and unassuming, truly a woman of integrity, who loved the Gospel, and
our Savior, Jesus Christ. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The
old cedar chest and all of its contents was passed on down to me through my
mother, Ruth Naegle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It now occupies an
honored spot in my home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It still has
the combs she wore in her hair and her many handmade items, and whenever I look
at it, I think of my dear, sweet Aunt Laura and the examples she left for me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Reminiscences
of Aunt Laura,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">By
her great-niece, Lynda Edwards<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">January
2013<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">A note from
Lori Woodbury, Lynda’s Daughter-In-Law</span></u></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">:<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Imagine
my delight when I received an item from Aunt’s Laura’s cedar chest for
Christmas 2012!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As you can see from the
pictures below, not only is the item itself beautiful, but I was deeply touched
by the simple act of Lynda giving it to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>To have a mother-in-law who is willing to share such a special treasure
with you is its own special gift.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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