Grandma - great Aileen Hardman

RUTH AILEEN HARDMAN

Ruth Aileen Bunker Hardman 8/13/1910~1/31/2010
Born to Francis Neil and Eveylyn Cox Bunker in Guadalupe, Chihuahua, Mexico, Aug. 13, 1910. Died Jan. 31, 2010.
Our beloved Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Great-Great-Grandmother, sister, and friend passed away naturally at age 99. She spent her childhood in St. Thomas and Bunkerville, NV, and graduated from Salt Lake High School in 1926 at the age of 16. Aileen married "Os" Oswald Clyde Hardman Nov. 29, 1933 in the Salt Lake Temple. He preceded her in death on Oct. 30, 1949. Finding herself a widow, she graduated from the U of U in elementary education in 1954 and taught for 21 years. In 1976-78, Sister Hardman filled a proselyting mission to Denver CO. She served three missions on Temple Square. She found great joy serving in Primary, Relief Society and gospel teaching. She tutored students at Edison Elementary for many years.
Survived by children Martha James Hardman de Bautista (Dimas), Gainsville, FL; O. Clyde Hardman (Dianne), Anaheim, CA; Milton K Hardman (Judy), Ibapah, UT; and Calvin Ray Hardman (Edith), West Jordan, UT; sisters Rita Bates, Leah Rogers and brother Francis Neil Bunker Jr. (Iris) and by numerous grandchildren, great-grand and great-great-grandchildren. She was very proud of her posterity who brought her great happiness.
A viewing will be at the Larkin Mortuary, 260 E. South Temple, Fri., Feb. 5th 6:00 to 8:00 p.m. Funeral services will be held on Sat., February 6th, 12 Noon, at Parleys Stake Center, 1870 E. Parleys Canyon Blvd. with viewing 10:30 to 11:30 a.m. In lieu of flowers, please contribute to Humanitarian aid thru LDSphilanthropies.com Interment will be at the SLC Cemetery. Online condolences at www.larkincares.com
Obituary published in Deseret News from February 4 to February 5, 2010

About Grandma
Grandma Hardman is the mother of John's step-father, Milton Hardman, married to his mother Judy. When she was very young, grandma and her family fled the colonies in Mexico in cattle train cars in fear of Poncho Via. It was so quick that her mother left bread baking in the oven. After high school graduation at 16 years old, she started working as a secretary. Herald B. Lee, a friend, introduced her to her future husband, Os Hardman. At her funeral, a letter from President Thomas S. Monson was read. He always has a special soft spot for widows. She was close friends with many of the general authorities throughout the many years.

We were able to visit with all of the Hardman side of the family at the funeral viewing and luncheon. We love visiting with them. We definitely feel apart of their big family. Since we lived in Ibapah for years and interacted with them so much, we became very close to Milt's children and their families.

Spencer and Tammy live in Ibapah so get to see them each time we visit. Rex and Alicia live in Morgan so we see them every once in a while. Cyndi lives in Ohio so we don't see much. Justin and Kate live in Cedar Valley, just around the mountain, but we don't see them very often. Neil and Michelle live in Wendover. We bump into them every once in a while at Wal-Mart in Tooele. Rachelle and Russell live in Vernon and we try to drop in when we travel south (if it's not too late). Sam and Amy live in Grantsville so we see them the most often.

Indian Frybread

Indian Fry Bread
(Thanks Beverly Harrison, Goshute, for teaching me the right way to make frybread.)

4 cups flour
1 teaspoons salt
1 ½ tablespoons baking powder
1 ½ or more cups HOT tap water
½ cup vegetable oil
frying vegetable oil or shortening

Mix flour, salt, and baking powder. Add water gradually; mixing with your hands until very sticky. It will turn slimy like snot when it relaxes. Let sit for a couple of hours. Pour vegetable oil over top. DO NOT MIX. Cover hands in oil to keep the dough from sticking to your hands, then carefully stretch out a ball of dough to paper-thin. The thinner, the better. In a large fry pan, heat more oil or shortening until almost smoking. Cook stretched fry bread in VERY HOT oil, turning once. Transfer plate covered with paper towels to drain oils. Serve warm.

Fried bread can be kept warm in the oven until there is enough to serve.

**For those that get tough dough or crackers, you've kneaded or worked the dough too long or added too much flour. As for cooking frybread, I always try to use an old black cooking skillet. It keeps the oil or shortening temperature more consistent.

Your opinion?

There is so much and too much UGLY OLD-FASHIONED crochet that it gets a bad reputation. We need to update and modernize the craft so the younger generations are interested in it.

Okay, so I just started this blog and am now thinking I should have a separate one for all of my crochet.

What do you think? If I do, do you think I should make it searchable on the web to spread the word? Should I include patterns or just have pictures?

So now I wait for your comments.

New baby, new dress

A new family in our ward recently had a baby so I quickly made a dress for her. This year in school, John has had several of his new students move into our ward boundaries. The Stephens family moved in back in early November. Knowing they lived in our ward, we went to visit them. We had a great visit, introducing ourselves and getting to know them. Come to find out they were members of the church. Jason, the husband/dad, was recently laid off from work so they have been struggling. And with Angela eight-months pregnant, it was very difficult. Not having family close by, we offered to help when they had the baby. The afternoon/night Angela delivered the baby, the two kids (Aliana and Ashton) stayed with us. Boy did they have fun! They loved playing with Donuts (our poopin' dog) and the Wii. They are a great family!!

Dog + doo doo=drainage problems

This is what happens when a 14-year-old boy cleans up dog doo-doo with paper towels and flushes it down the toilet.
Our dog, Donuts, looks innocent but is the maker of the doo-doo. When he has an accident, a clean up process begins. Duncan picks up the droppings, sprays half a can of lysol on the area, and scrubs it good.
But paper towels and our septic system do NOT like each other. John and I tried Wednesday night to use our drain snake to clean it out but was unsuccessful. Therefore, the toilet was dismantled so the Roto-Rooter man could clean out the drain.

Ugh! It is so tempting to use water but when it doesn't drain......don't! Now the shower, tub and laundry drains need to have the brown stuff from the backed up drains cleaned from them. Yuck!
Of course, the toilet was not cooperative. The bolts were rusted and stripped so John had to use the Dremel to saw them off. He came home during school (from early recess to lunchtime - much thanks to whoever covered his class) to get it done. It took John and Duncan about an hour to get the toilet off and the Roto-Rooter man took 20 minutes to clean it. Oh, bubba! It was a mess.

PROJECT: We will be digging and installing a clean-out drain on the west side of the house this summer to avoid future toilet removals when the drain backs up. Living in an old house with many, many trees around it has it's disadvantages!!

My little twin girls - twenty years apart!

Last fall, I wanted so much to make the same identical dress for Christmas for my two-year-old granddaughter Melanie as her mother had when she was three. I loved that dress.

And the original dress is nowhere to be found. So I knew I needed to make another one. I looked and looked through all of my patterns and found a lot of cute dresses but not THE ONE. I asked Grandma-great Watkins if she had the pattern. She remembered the one I was talking about so we searched her patterns at Thanksgiving but to no avail.

Oh, great.

That meant I had to design it from Melanie's current measurements and memory (20 years).

Wha-la!
After getting the dress about 75 percent done, I found the pattern on ebay. I quickly purchased it to compare my creation and to my surprise, it was almost exact! I must confess that I made improvements from the original design.

P.S. Melanie is wearing it backwards. The buttons should be on the back, although it was confusing because I made two dresses for Christmas - this pink one and a blue one. The blue dress has pretty butterfly buttons on the front. Oh, well. It's still cute. (See the Cozzens blog for a picture of the blue dress)

By the way, Janette, Jennifer and Rachel - do you remember your dresses like this one? Jennifer's was purple and Rachel's was red.

Memories of Emry Anne

It's been a year since our little angel grand-daughter, Emry Anne, returned to heaven to watch over us.

The strength and love Emry shared with us is endearing and enduring forever. She is the most beautiful angel I know.

Three generations of pure love! I love this picture of Grandpa Thomas, Mommy and Emry.

If ever there was a time I've seen heaven touch earth, it was during this time with Emry. She was so peaceful when she was finally able to lay in her mother's arms.

Never to be forgotten!

We love you, Emry!!

Family + Ibapah = Fun times

We traveled to Ibapah for the long Human Rights weekend. We visited with the Hardman side of the family. The Hardman boys enjoyed playing with our Wii - mostly golf. We also played Settlers and many card games with Grandma. Duncan was able to go coyote hunting several times but came back empty. He enjoyed the freedom to drive. On Monday right before we left, Duncan and the Hardman boys went "hooding" (pulling an old truck hood behind a snowmobile, tractor or vehicle) because there was fresh new snow.

For those unfamiliar with Ibapah, this is a picture of the Ibapah lane. I forgot to take the camera. With a blog, I guess I'll need to get in the habit of taking pictures!

Welcome!

I'm new at this so please be patient. We'll see where this adventure takes us.