Thursday, November 28, 2013

Walking With My Ancestors

My Great Grandma Hamblin—Maree Berry
This amazing woman was born June, 4 1908 in St Johns, Arizona. Maree’s parents had four girls and three boys, and she was one of those seven kids. She married Mark Hamblin and had four kids, three girls and one boy.
Right out of high school Maree got her teaching Certificate at BYU. Back then it only took her three years. Then she went on to teach an elementary school as an English and Reading teacher.
Dancing was a popular pastime during Maree’s time period. She dominated the Charleston and the Big Apple. Two famous dances during the 1920’s. She also loved to act. She acted on stage of the Whiting Theatrical Company in Arizona and Utah. One play she acted in was called, “The Orphan”.
She cooked delicious chicken and dumplings. And also had a few Hawaiian dishes up her sleeve. She could new how to surf and could hang five!  
Maree was a young mother and wife during the Great Depression. To survive during the economic collapse she taught school, so her family received a small income. She lived in a small cabin (practically a shack) and never starved because of her garden. She even gave money to her parents that lived in Holbrook, Arizona. Even though her father was a dentist, his Dentistry business had gone downhill. No one wanted to have their teeth look good because they couldn’t afford it. They only went to her father if their teeth had a major problem or severe pain. Her parents didn’t exactly live in a mansion either. He was a dentist but her parents lived in a warehouse with no windows.
Maree’s husband Mark Hamblin left her for another woman. He fled to Alaska and became a professional bum. He started drinking and let his life waste away. He was an alcoholic but managed to start a store with a bar in it. By the time World War II began Maree had joined Mark in Alaska. She went after him to mend their marriage, but her efforts were in vain. She didn’t end up winning his heart back and faced living in Alaska during World War II.
Maree mentioned when she was living in Anchorage, Alaska that they had blackouts. It’s where all the lights were turned off at night so that the Japanese couldn’t find their town and bomb it. Anchorage had five thousand people in it, and thirty thousand troops were sent to protect the citizens there. It was like tent city everywhere. Soldiers were busting the seams of Anchorage, Alaska to protect the people from the Japanese.
After World War II Maree took her children and moved down to California.
Her father bought an avocado farm and gave it to Marree to manage. She supported her four kids off of that farm. When all her children matured and had lives of their own, she moved back to Alaska. Maree loved that state. She thought it was so beautiful in Alaska. She went up there by herself and became a teacher, slowly making her way up to the superintendent of all the schools throughout Alaska. And even started a university in Point Barrow, Alaska.
When she retired she moved close back to her children and bought a cabin in Vernon, Missouri, close to her children. Her four children produced thirty-one grandchildren, making a very large family.
If anyone told Maree they were bored her retort would be, “Only boring people get bored”.
She had an outhouse built a little ways away from the cabin, it was a three seated outhouse. With two big holes for adults and one for little kids. The outhouse was on top of a hill, and had a beautiful view, so Maree had a large window built in the outhouse. But it didn’t have any glass in the window. She was commonly found reading newspapers and magazines in her customized outhouse.
Maree taught a good lesson to one of her grandchildren in her little cabin in Vernon. She taught nine-year-old Genette Hamblin how to face her fears. Genette was sleeping in a corner of the cabin when a scratching noise came from the wall she was laying by. Cougars were often seen in Arizona, and Genette feared it was the ferocious cat. So she ran to her Grandma Maree’s bed and woke her up. Maree put her slippers on, grabbed a flashlight, and took Genette’s hand. The little girl shuttered at the thought of going outside to face her fear. But Maree told her she had to. They went outside and see the wind pushing a piece of cardboard against the cabin, causing a scratching noise. From that night on Genette learned to face her fears from her grandma Maree, and discovered that imagination can be the worst of enemies.


 Martha Kirstine Clemmensen-
Martha was born on May 7, 1822. Martha’s father died when she was very young. She was living in Jegindo, Denmark at the time. It was a devastating blow to her family since the head of the house brought in the bread and butter. Martha’s mother Maren, had no way to support their family, so they moved and found work wherever they could. Martha took a job for a Lord on another island, but her sisters and brother were all sent away. She was picked up at her home to go work for this Lord, crossing the ocean to the little island of Bowlking to work for seven years. Her mother cried; her heart was crushed to send her children away, but couldn’t think of anything worse than hearing her children cry for food. They had to do what was needed, otherwise the whole family would die of starvation.
When Martha arrived to Bowlking the Lord promised Martha the wool of two sheep to make her clothes and knit her stockings, a bed to sleep in, and food. She was also given eight dollars a year—which was sent to her mother. Martha’s mother would send her wooden shoes every year.
Some of Martha’s duties included tending to the ducks and geese. They used the feathers to make bedding. When she reached the appropriate age Martha was sent into the fields to follow the reapers and bind grain. Her mornings started early to milk the cows, prepare meals, do housework, and watch after the butter and cream. And when the day was over and everyone was asleep Martha would knit in the dark.
One day Martha heard that her younger sister Metta was going to come and work with her. She was so excited to have the company of her sister! Although, not to long afterwards Metta died from severe bleeding. She was in the fields binding grain with Martha. Metta was slow and the man with the scythe was teasing her and got too close to her leg. Martha had to keep going on to work as Metta was carried back to the house. At the end of the day, when Martha was done with her work, she went to Metta and found her dead. Martha recorded that experience as the saddest day of her life.
Martha didn’t leave the island until she was a little over thirty-years-old. Martha’s mother had sent for her to come home, so Martha left her work. Her mother had discovered the gospel and joined the church, sharing it with Martha. Not too long after Maren died of cholera and was buried in the plains of Denmark. Martha noted that her mother wanted desperately to go to Zion.
Martha and few of her siblings made it to Zion—Salt Lake. She worked at the home of Lorenzo Snow to earn room and board. Then she moved to Ephraim to be with her sister and brother. That was where she say Peter Isaacson again. The handsome man that was on the boat with Martha when she crossed the ocean. They were soon married and lived in an adobe house that Peter made. They had a baby boy that died, but they had three other healthy children: Isaac, Anna Maria, and Martin. But Martha put flowers on her dead son’s grave often, appreciating the knowledge that families could be together forever.
Martha never learned how to read or write because she never had the opportunity, and she never spoke very good English because she spent most of her time with Danish people anyways. She helped Peter farm, mended clothes, nurtured her children, and fulfilled her motherly duties. She was blessed to live in the same house as her kids and felt even more blessed to live in America. She had a strong testimony of the gospel and loved being surrounded by her family until her death on December 13, 1913.




Thursday, November 14, 2013

Rachael Largent’s Biography

Strong characteristics of Rachael Largent
Popping out of the womb and into life on June 20, 1991 was a monumental occasion for my family and me. I was the lightest baby in my family. Especially after my brother right above me who was the heaviest. Compared to him I was like a fresh breeze that could be cupped in your hands. I am the middle child and in-between four obnoxious boys. Heavenly Father knew I would have the will and patience to handle all four of those precious numbskulls.
I was born with a strong and stubborn will. My parents would set me in a crib as a toddler—I didn’t know how to walk at the time, only crawl—and then leave the room. A few minutes later I would pop out of my parents’ room and crawl up to them. They were shocked. They attempted to watch and see if they could catch me in the act of hijacking the crib. But they never caught me. Ever. They didn’t want me to wake up in the middle of the night and crawl out of my crib, wandering around the house alone as a toddler. That is dangerous! So they put a door on my crib. That still didn’t stop me. Somehow I still got out. They got even more worried. Drastic times calls for drastic measures. My dad put a cinder block on top of the door that was over my crib. That did it. My mom said I cried and cried when that happened. They had stopped me from getting out but crushed my developing will. Ever since then I’ve had a strong will. I can’t settle for less than what I want.
Combining fun and learning is my specialty. I’ve always been able to take things that I understand and use them in witty phrases and witty jokes. As a child my family always called me “Goofy” from Disney. I can’t always remember things I learn so I tend to retain the content I learn by affiliating it with something comical. I think I do it subconsciously because I never expect to say something witty. It comes naturally and is spur of the moment. As if the pressure of being funny pushes something witty out of me. I have a reputation to hold here!
I don’t want to sound like a braggart or a person full of pride, but I know I am smart in certain ways. I’ve always been aware of the things around me. I remember in elementary school me and a huge group of friends had wandered far away from the playground during recess. We were in a zone where we weren’t allowed to be. Of course we got caught by the intimidating and scary P.E. teacher. I hate getting in trouble. While we were playing I saw the P.E. teacher approaching our group. I knew he was going to scold us for playing where we shouldn’t. Since I was aware of my surroundings I started to calmly walk away. I was like a shadow blending in with everything else. I managed to evade getting in trouble because I was aware. I hopped on the merry-go-round and watched as all my friends had to sit down for the remainder of recess. The P.E. teacher never even noticed that someone was missing. I can be sneaky and deceptive but only when I’m in sticky situations. I’m not dishonest.
Shyness reigned like a dictator throughout my elementary, middle, and high school years. I wasn’t shy around my family but I sure was at school. I hardly spoke or participated in class. I didn’t have friends for a gap of time in middle school. I found myself getting lonely. I cried and prayed, and prayed and cried for days on end. I grew up in Oklahoma as the only Mormon in my high school. I couldn’t find a friend with my standards. But my prayers were finally answered when Heavenly Father sent some Baptist girls my way and a girl with no faith. Now in 2013 I am finally able to let my true colors shine at the age of twenty-two. I didn’t know I had so much passion for life until after I graduated high school.  
I benefited from being shy. I disliked being shy but I didn’t know the impact it would have on my life. When you are shy you are very observant (at least I was). It’s almost like a mute person listening to all the conversations and sounds around them. Except I chose to be mute. After observing and listening you can see how people interact and their personalities. You grow to appreciate and admire them for their unique mannerisms. This experience has helped me to understand people. To not judge them. I’ve been able to make a variety of friends. I can get along with anyone. I have so many different types of friends that if one met the other they would probably get in an argument. That happened when I was younger at a birthday party. I really appreciate this skill now because since I know such a wide range of personalities I can use it in my writing. As I write books I can have diverse characters and settings.
Love is the other driving force behind getting along with multiple types of personalities. I have a huge capacity to love. I require a lot of love. Jason, my brother, and me were the most affectionate children in my family. My mom said we would never tire of the love and affection she gave us. I can’t demean anyone very easily unless I know they can take it. I have a very compassionate heart unless it comes to drama…then I’m not as concerned, but I’m working on that. I care for people with REAL problems. Not some trifling matter like being depressed over not having a boyfriend. I simply have a Christ-like love that I developed in my home from my parents. I’ve learned through trial and error that I can’t share that love with everyone. Some people take advantage of kindness and my service, but I can see past that now.
One of the biggest sins I ever committed in Elementary school.
My experience takes me back to my 3rd grade class where I had cheated. It was for the most challenging subject ever: MATH. We would have tests over each multiplication table from 1 to 12. For some reason I couldn’t memorize them as fast as Donavon Brown; a freckled short loud and obnoxious boy. He was like a multiplication wiz king. He was cool, I was jealous and wanted to be just as fast as him and make good grades. So, I wrote down the multiplication tables on a tiny piece of notebook paper. It was one of those mini notebooks that are super tiny and then I would stick it in my desk because in 3rd grade we used those desks with the cubby holes. I would peek down there to get my answers. The teacher’s assistant almost caught me once. She bluntly asked if I was cheating and I said I wasn’t. I had lied. Sins were piling up fast. One sin can lead to another so easily. I would go home and I would tell my mom that I would get 100’s on my multiplication quizzes. And I felt guilty when she would praise me and be so proud of me for making a good grade on those quizzes, and yet every time I had to slap a smile on, because underneath I felt horrible. It was an awful feeling to lie to someone I love and admire.
It wasn’t until 2 or 3 years later when I was in 5th or 6th grade that I told my mother the truth. I told the story with tears caked to my face. I was actually a pretty decent little girl that didn’t like to get in trouble. And cheating was devastating because I knew that what I had done was wrong. After I finished telling my mom what had happened she told me how much she loved me. I held onto my sin for 2 or 3 years and I finally opened my heart to Heavenly Father and my mother’s love.
                Now after my mom expressed her tender care she gave me a kind but serious stare and asked, “Rachael, have you repented.” I had told her yes but I still carried the sin around with me. It wasn’t easy to tell my mom my sin. She was the closest person to me and yet it was so difficult to tell her that I had cheated. Confession is hard. It took me 3 years to muster the faith to confess openly to my mom. Somewhere within those 3 years I had sat down and repented to Heavenly Father multiple times but it wasn’t until that day that I felt clean of my sin. I wasn’t just crying because I was sad but because I felt Heavenly Father’s love for me and that he truly did forgive me but I still hadn’t forgiven myself.
                After I told my mother I didn’t instantly feel that joy equivalent to my pain, but I hoped for that joy. So, my mom comforted me a bit more and then continued about her duties for the day. She completely forgot about the whole thing. I sat there balling and she would be walking around as if nothing happened occasionally checking up on me. But really she was showing me that I needed to move on. I couldn’t wallow in my sins anymore. They were gone. Heavenly Father took them.
I can proudly say I have never cheated since. It was hard though. People ask for and willingly flaunt their answers in middle school and high school. That experience left a strong mark on me. I learned how to go through the process of repentance, that cheating was hurtful to my soul, and that once you give into one sin it’s easy to do others. Obviously, I had cheated, lied, and been jealous. Some sins can be hard to see because you can’t see how the world and temptation affects your spirit. You can’t see it but you can feel it.