My mission today: A goal or "mission" daily to accomplish a purpose to better cope with life experience. Whether it is about relationships, or emotional stability, it is needed to bless the lives I touch as an individual, parent, grandmother, friend. Recently I had a request from one of my children who asked about his ancestors and suggested I write about it here. The result could be the Second Book of Anna.
Grandma Mattie
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Memorial Day, A Time to Rememberr our Fallen Soldiers and Loved Ones Passed
Another Memorial Day to remember those who gave their lives in the wars. It is a time to reflect on the many freedoms we have for their sacrifice and gave their lives for our Country. It is also a time to remember our kindred who have gone before, who are gone but not forgotten. We miss them and know they care and watching over us.
We went up to the DIxie National Park past Enterprise, UT to the Honeycomb Rock campsite with John and Patty for a Dutch oven dinner. they prepared barbeque chicken, cherry cobbler and cooked potatoes, with onion and bacon. The dinner was delicious!
Yesterday we had Tara, Russ and Courtney, Jacob and Allie for dinner on their way back home from Mesquite. They had a chance to visit with Sydney and the new baby, Sienna. it was a chance for them to see that cute baby girl.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Memores From Ron's Childhood and Young Adulthood
Ron and I (Anna) were having lunch at home and talking about Ron's growing up years. He said, "I had one pair of shoes that I wore everyday for school. My dad and I sometimes go to the shoemaker and measured my feet I wore those and sometimes had store bought shoes for church. I usually had only one pair of jeans and one shirt. My (step-)Mom would make me a shirt and then I would have two shirts to wear.
"We ate everything we grew in our garden; once in a while someone would give us some beef, but most of the time we ate venison and elk that we got hunting and wild turkey. We usually only had to buy a 50 lb bag of sugar, or several fifty pound bags of flour. We did have a cow or two and milked them and had our own milk. We would separate the milk and get cream which my Mom would make butter, cottage cheese or regular cheese. We would give some separated milk to the Hawkins family and they gave us blocks of cheese they made from the milk. It was a trade and no money was exchanged and we had what we needed. We had a few pigs and ate pork meat and fed the pigs the bad milk or left over food. I remember one time my friend in crime and I decided we wanted to paint the pig with black ink. That was not a good idea but we did it anyway and suffered the consequences.
"My Mom would can tomatoes and we'd have bottled tomato juice, whole tomatoes, canned peaches and that kind of thing with our own fruit trees Dad raised. We had chickens so we had plenty of eggs, chickens to eat. We would eat our big meal at lunch and walk home from school for lunch. We all ate together; the hired hands would eat with us. We had a Mexican maid who did the cooking and cleaning for us and helped out with the house work.
"My Dad, Floyd Walser, was a school teacher at the Juarez Academy for about forty years. He was a very strict man and demanded obedience and corrected us as we needed it. I remember one time one of my friends and I set fire to the barn and we ran and hid under my bed in the bunk house. My Dad found me and gave me a lickin'. I was about six years old.
"I used to have to brings the cows in from the upper pasture and down to the corral in the evening time. I was a bit lazy sometimes and a couple of times I'd make the mother cow (who lost her baby calf) think her calf was calling and by wailing like a calf. She would hear me imitate the baby calf and she would come running down to find her young. After about a week of that, she was wise to me and wouldn't come running down like before. I was kind of mischievious then."
"At age eight my father baptized me in the cold water in January in the river in our town. Not too many attended my baptism since it was so cold. But my Dad did the baptism and we walked back to our house soaking wet and cold. There were no fonts in those days at the church in Colonia Juarez. I attended elementary school at the local white building that was first grade to eighth grade. High school was at the Academia Juarez where I graduated and then went to BYU.
I really had to study hard and long hours to make it through that first year. I was not exactly up to speed for BYU college classes. I learned a lot and worked at it. I worked to earn my tuition in those early days and reported to work at four o'clock in the morning. I had very little time to do much of anything else with classes and study time. I worked as a janitor in the McKay building and then worked in the cafeteria at the Cougar Eat in the Wilkinson Center.
"I tried out for the BYU basketball team as a freshman and made it. But there were so many good guys on the team that year and I knew i would not get much playing time and that my study time would suffer. So I quit the basketball team and know it was the best decision
to do at the time with the competition of outstanding players who became NBA basketball players, like Nemelka, etc."
Ron finished his first year at BYU and went on a mission to the Western Mexican Mission, which was the west coast of Mexico from Tijuana to Mazatlan, Mexico. "It was about a thousand miles long. After serving in the mission I went back to BYU and roomed again with my brothers, LeRoy, Lee and John who lived downstairs from the Mexican restaurant, El Azteca." I met Connie Jensen in my student ward. My first Sunday in the ward I gave a talk and Connie was in the congregation. She told one of her friends that she was going to marry me someday. We dated a while then married I her December 17, 1966 in the St. George Temple. My parents came out from Chihuahua Mexico and met us there at the temple. We were sealed and afterward took a few pictures then went to have breakfast. We said our good byes to those who were in our sealing and drove back to Provo in the same day. We made our home in a tiny apartment in Provo above a neighborhood grocery store which was walking distance from BYU."
"We ate everything we grew in our garden; once in a while someone would give us some beef, but most of the time we ate venison and elk that we got hunting and wild turkey. We usually only had to buy a 50 lb bag of sugar, or several fifty pound bags of flour. We did have a cow or two and milked them and had our own milk. We would separate the milk and get cream which my Mom would make butter, cottage cheese or regular cheese. We would give some separated milk to the Hawkins family and they gave us blocks of cheese they made from the milk. It was a trade and no money was exchanged and we had what we needed. We had a few pigs and ate pork meat and fed the pigs the bad milk or left over food. I remember one time my friend in crime and I decided we wanted to paint the pig with black ink. That was not a good idea but we did it anyway and suffered the consequences.
"My Mom would can tomatoes and we'd have bottled tomato juice, whole tomatoes, canned peaches and that kind of thing with our own fruit trees Dad raised. We had chickens so we had plenty of eggs, chickens to eat. We would eat our big meal at lunch and walk home from school for lunch. We all ate together; the hired hands would eat with us. We had a Mexican maid who did the cooking and cleaning for us and helped out with the house work.
"My Dad, Floyd Walser, was a school teacher at the Juarez Academy for about forty years. He was a very strict man and demanded obedience and corrected us as we needed it. I remember one time one of my friends and I set fire to the barn and we ran and hid under my bed in the bunk house. My Dad found me and gave me a lickin'. I was about six years old.
"I used to have to brings the cows in from the upper pasture and down to the corral in the evening time. I was a bit lazy sometimes and a couple of times I'd make the mother cow (who lost her baby calf) think her calf was calling and by wailing like a calf. She would hear me imitate the baby calf and she would come running down to find her young. After about a week of that, she was wise to me and wouldn't come running down like before. I was kind of mischievious then."
"At age eight my father baptized me in the cold water in January in the river in our town. Not too many attended my baptism since it was so cold. But my Dad did the baptism and we walked back to our house soaking wet and cold. There were no fonts in those days at the church in Colonia Juarez. I attended elementary school at the local white building that was first grade to eighth grade. High school was at the Academia Juarez where I graduated and then went to BYU.
I really had to study hard and long hours to make it through that first year. I was not exactly up to speed for BYU college classes. I learned a lot and worked at it. I worked to earn my tuition in those early days and reported to work at four o'clock in the morning. I had very little time to do much of anything else with classes and study time. I worked as a janitor in the McKay building and then worked in the cafeteria at the Cougar Eat in the Wilkinson Center.
"I tried out for the BYU basketball team as a freshman and made it. But there were so many good guys on the team that year and I knew i would not get much playing time and that my study time would suffer. So I quit the basketball team and know it was the best decision
Ron finished his first year at BYU and went on a mission to the Western Mexican Mission, which was the west coast of Mexico from Tijuana to Mazatlan, Mexico. "It was about a thousand miles long. After serving in the mission I went back to BYU and roomed again with my brothers, LeRoy, Lee and John who lived downstairs from the Mexican restaurant, El Azteca." I met Connie Jensen in my student ward. My first Sunday in the ward I gave a talk and Connie was in the congregation. She told one of her friends that she was going to marry me someday. We dated a while then married I her December 17, 1966 in the St. George Temple. My parents came out from Chihuahua Mexico and met us there at the temple. We were sealed and afterward took a few pictures then went to have breakfast. We said our good byes to those who were in our sealing and drove back to Provo in the same day. We made our home in a tiny apartment in Provo above a neighborhood grocery store which was walking distance from BYU."
Friday, April 24, 2015
BYU Keynote Speaker Message
I read a few comments from Elder Steven Snow given as the commencement address. i have been a more faithful journal keeper but as of late I had other things get in the way. It is time for me to REPENT! Here are some highlights I read in the Deseret News online this morning:
“Some of the most inspiring history comes from the diaries and journals of everyday people like you and me,” he said. “You need not be a prominent church leader and a copious journal keeper … but your story is important. Contribute to our body of history by keeping your own story.”
Although one’s journal may not be highlighted in some future display, it will be treasured by one's posterity for generations to come.
“Truth of the matter is if you don’t write your story it may not get written,” he said. “Worse still it may be told by someone else in a way you do not desire. The one who has the last word is the one who writes it down. Remember to keep a journal.”


Left photo was of a surprise visit of my younger sister, Linda with her daughter, Mina and husband, Nick and my sonm,Hank
Right photo: Our district after our weekly meeting in the East Kennewick Branch (WKM)
with Elders, Dexter, Tuttle, Schulz, Hall, Elder Walser, Hermanas Griffin, and Kidd
I am so thankful I took the time to note these events pictured above
Question: How does one go back and retrace our unwritten entries?
Answer: Apologetically, WE can't!! I just need to start over and go forward!
“Some of the most inspiring history comes from the diaries and journals of everyday people like you and me,” he said. “You need not be a prominent church leader and a copious journal keeper … but your story is important. Contribute to our body of history by keeping your own story.”
Although one’s journal may not be highlighted in some future display, it will be treasured by one's posterity for generations to come.
“Truth of the matter is if you don’t write your story it may not get written,” he said. “Worse still it may be told by someone else in a way you do not desire. The one who has the last word is the one who writes it down. Remember to keep a journal.”
Left photo was of a surprise visit of my younger sister, Linda with her daughter, Mina and husband, Nick and my sonm,Hank
Right photo: Our district after our weekly meeting in the East Kennewick Branch (WKM)
with Elders, Dexter, Tuttle, Schulz, Hall, Elder Walser, Hermanas Griffin, and Kidd
I am so thankful I took the time to note these events pictured above
Question: How does one go back and retrace our unwritten entries?
Answer: Apologetically, WE can't!! I just need to start over and go forward!
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Old House, Home in Chicago
I thought for sure I had posted this photo of my childhood home in Chicago. We lived on the south side as far as I know. We lived about two blocks from my elementary school. Actually it had kindergarten through eight grades. Both my brother attended the same school as I did. Charlie in the seventh grade,with Beeb ein the sixth grade.
We used to walk up the alley to the Marcy Center a recreational center. I remember learning crafts, how to make lanyards and how to make biscuits in a cooking class. It also had softball fields. It was there when I was in first grande that I was hit with a flying baseball bat while standing too close to the batter. The day before the last day of school I ended up with my right cheek and stitches for that last day of school. And eventually had a scar on my cheek.
Marcy Center sponsored the two week summer camp at Camp Rheinberg my brothers and I went to in the summer. It was my first experience away form my parents. I remember two weeks is a long time for a seen year old being separated from home/family!! Our parents came to visit us on the week end in between the two weeks.
Me, at seven years old
My grade school: William Penn as it looked back then.
Blessing Overflowing
The last couple of months we have been so focused on our moving in and organizing the house that we had not been to the St George Temple. Then when we wanted to go the temple was closed for two weeks. we were able to make it this week and it was like an oasis in a dry desert. The feelings there are phenomenal. While there we are not rushed or worried about the worldly events and feel such a peace inside within those holy walls.
We took time to have lunch there downstairs in the cafeteria. There is a choice of two entrees and we chose the Talapia and vegetables. I love that one of the benefits of attending the temple regularly is receiving answers to things we are doing or need to do. It was almost as if I needed to have a paper and pen handy to write down what I was given to know what to do at this very time. I repeated in my head several things as I was hearing that "still small voice" tell me instructions specifically pertaining to some of my concerns of a list of projects I want to do and when to proceed to do them.
I had clarity in my mind given to me that I had not had before in exercising those options. I am thankful to know how much my heavenly father loves me, is present and aware of me to let me know in what order to best carry out my goals. It seems like we could try [on our own] to go in all directions at the same time and accomplish nothing. I felt an "ah hah moment" at the counsel I was given knowing I would not have to worry and to keep things in the order that was most beneficial first.
Over that last month or so I have felt some pressure to do a project that has been waiting and wanting to do for years. I started going to the Family History Center to scan certificates, birth and death records of my ancestors with the goal to compile it altogether and make a very large book for our family this year. I have many dozens of family photos also that I hoped to include in that (huge) book project. I have felt opposition and overwhelmed in managing the files and figuring how it was going to play out. I know now I can put that aside and work on the one that is more beneficial at this time.
I am at peace to know the best way to approach my goals for now.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Bringing Up To Date. . .
It has been a couple of months since I last posted on this blog. Shame on me! Time just keeps rolling by and I realize how important it is to keep tabs on myself and share!
We have been in the midst of a major life change and bought another home in Utah. Yes! But Southern Utah. We are still several hours away from most of our family. But still a little closer. We kept our home in Mesquite only for the convenience of not having to worry about it and renting it out in the meantime of when to sell or keep it.
We like that there are options to have a good garden area with the weather a bit cooler to plant what Ron's loves most, raspberries and blackberries. The heat in Mesquite was too much for raspberries/blackberries to survive. Ron has ordered a lot of fruit tress (20) to plant in Spring. Some are the same but different varieties to mature at different times in season. He has already put a lot of hours into preparing the yard, i.e moving rocks and pulling out plants that we don't need. We are very grateful that a grandson, Jordan was able to come stay several weeks to help us with the move. He was worth hi weight in GOLD! We loved having him here and sad to have him return to his home in Washington.
I recently had a nice break to go to a RootsTech Conference in Salt Lake City. I was an educational experience learning all the new ways to keep a Family History. i loved it. I roomed with Patty, my sister-in-law and a couple of other ladies that we knew and had a great time. I absorbed the information and gleaned a lot from the speakers that participated. Alex Boye, Laura Bush, former first lady and her daughter, Jenna. Donny Osmond. I didn't attend the one David Archuleta perfomred. I was over i the Exhibition hall making the most of my time and ordered a genealogical Fan Chart I should receive any day now. All in all I felt like I learned a lot and can apply now on a regular basis and get my Family Tree going and add to it. We topped our week experience by attending "Music and The Spoken Word." And also attending Sacrament meeting in the Joseph Smith Memorial building across the street from Temple Square.
Preserving family photos of my mother as a child with her brother Albert and Uncle Naco.
We have been in the midst of a major life change and bought another home in Utah. Yes! But Southern Utah. We are still several hours away from most of our family. But still a little closer. We kept our home in Mesquite only for the convenience of not having to worry about it and renting it out in the meantime of when to sell or keep it.
We like that there are options to have a good garden area with the weather a bit cooler to plant what Ron's loves most, raspberries and blackberries. The heat in Mesquite was too much for raspberries/blackberries to survive. Ron has ordered a lot of fruit tress (20) to plant in Spring. Some are the same but different varieties to mature at different times in season. He has already put a lot of hours into preparing the yard, i.e moving rocks and pulling out plants that we don't need. We are very grateful that a grandson, Jordan was able to come stay several weeks to help us with the move. He was worth hi weight in GOLD! We loved having him here and sad to have him return to his home in Washington.
I recently had a nice break to go to a RootsTech Conference in Salt Lake City. I was an educational experience learning all the new ways to keep a Family History. i loved it. I roomed with Patty, my sister-in-law and a couple of other ladies that we knew and had a great time. I absorbed the information and gleaned a lot from the speakers that participated. Alex Boye, Laura Bush, former first lady and her daughter, Jenna. Donny Osmond. I didn't attend the one David Archuleta perfomred. I was over i the Exhibition hall making the most of my time and ordered a genealogical Fan Chart I should receive any day now. All in all I felt like I learned a lot and can apply now on a regular basis and get my Family Tree going and add to it. We topped our week experience by attending "Music and The Spoken Word." And also attending Sacrament meeting in the Joseph Smith Memorial building across the street from Temple Square.
Preserving family photos of my mother as a child with her brother Albert and Uncle Naco.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Pondering . . .
I went to sacrament meeting by my self today. Ron was a little under the weather with a cold and bad cough. He didn't want to cough during church, so he stayed home. It was Ward Conference. we had good speakers, our Bishop and the second counselor spoke. They reminded us how important tithing is and the blessings of paying it. The bishop noted that during tithing settlement, even though someone isn't declaring their own tithing, he makes a declaration anyway in those cases.
President Daily told us to be sure to fast and pray this next week for Fast Sunday for moisture and rain that is much needed for our area, and is almost a drought he said. well, I think we got a good start of things to come since we woke up to snow!! Interesting. We need it yes, but hope the budding blossoms on the apricot trees are spared and will still have fruit to bare.
We had Sunday school with a stake leader teaching the lesson. He taught on the Miracles of Jesus. I appreciate hearing and knowing of all that the Savior did while he was on the earth. I know he did what he did through the power of God within him, and his divinity. We are blessed with the power of the priesthood to heal the sick and bless the blind to see and raise those who have dead and are called back. I know it has been done and what a blessing to enjoy having the priesthood restored and manifested through our faith and worthiness to receive those blessings.
President Daily told us to be sure to fast and pray this next week for Fast Sunday for moisture and rain that is much needed for our area, and is almost a drought he said. well, I think we got a good start of things to come since we woke up to snow!! Interesting. We need it yes, but hope the budding blossoms on the apricot trees are spared and will still have fruit to bare.
We had Sunday school with a stake leader teaching the lesson. He taught on the Miracles of Jesus. I appreciate hearing and knowing of all that the Savior did while he was on the earth. I know he did what he did through the power of God within him, and his divinity. We are blessed with the power of the priesthood to heal the sick and bless the blind to see and raise those who have dead and are called back. I know it has been done and what a blessing to enjoy having the priesthood restored and manifested through our faith and worthiness to receive those blessings.
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