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Monday, December 16, 2019

The Ever-Capable Lucy Marie

Lucy holding Calvin (my grandpa) 
and a cousin, Beulah, in the mid-1920s
This morning I got a text from the #LightTheWorld Campaign challenging me to share an inspiring story of my ancestors. My first thought was of my Grandpa Calvin Hooper's Aunt Lucy, a woman who found a way to accomplish everything she needed to do, even a life-altering incident. Lucy Marie Muir was the youngest of eleven children (the three who came just before Lucy had died as infants). Grandpa's mom had moved back in with her mom to have him after her divorce, and seven-year-old Lucy was there to help.

After Great-Grandma Jeanette Muir Hooper remarried and moved to Ogden, Lucy helped her mom with their busy life in Beaver, Utah. As a senior in high school, Lucy married Elden Thomas Gillins in 1935. Within a year, they had their first child, Elden Wallace Gillins. Her husband worked for Union Pacific Railroad at a maintenance station in Thermo, near Milford. Her son, Elden, later shared this story of his mother's incident and perseverance.

Lucy Marie Muir
"During this visit it began snowing, and since Dad was supposed to be at work the next day, they attempted to return to Thermo. Apparently the car heater was not working, as I recall my parents saying they had attempted to wrap themselves up in blankets to keep warm in the car. They had almost made it to Thermo when the car either broke down or stalled. 
"I recall them saying that they were near the railroad tracks and finally made the decision that Dad would walk down the tracks to Thermo and try to get help. There apparently was no help available as Dad made a fire in the apartment and returned to the car. He and Mother decided to try and reach Thermo. Dad would carry Mom and Mom would carry me. They wrapped both Mom and me in a quilt and Dad carried us both and started out. During the trip Mom’s one foot and the hands that were holding me became frost bitten from the exposure during the walk. They tried to get circulation back into the hands and foot but were not successful.  
"They stopped a train going to Milford, and then continued on to Beaver. Again they tried but were unsuccessful in getting circulation into her limbs. Mom received Priesthood blessings [in which she was promised she would not lose the use of her hands], and they then took her to Cedar City to the hospital where they amputated her fingers on both hands and half of her foot.
"When Mother was released from the hospital, they returned to Thermo where they continued to live and Mom continued to convalesce. In a little over three years, Mother delivered another boy. This boy was also born at her mother’s home in Beaver, and they named him James Thomas Gillins, apparently after both of his grandfathers, although they never made it known either way that I can remember. After Jim’s birth, they returned to Thermo. 
"Mom taught herself how to take care of her babies, even to the point of bathing, dressing, and changing diapers. She even mastered the art of pinning the diapers on the babies herself. By the time it became necessary for me to start school, she had become very accomplished in taking care of us kids. We had moved from Thermo back to Milford, and Mom had become determined that she was going to learn how to drive. She accomplished this, and I can remember her making the trip from Milford to Beaver with just her and Jim and I in the car. 
"As Mom used to talk of the blessing she received at the time of her injury, she would say that at first she thought that when they said during the blessing as they said that she would never lose the use of her hands. She said that she was sort of disappointed when they had to take her fingers, but as she thought of the blessing and the promise, she realized that she had received the fulfilled blessing. She never did lose the use of her hands. 
"I don’t recall her ever being defeated by anything she wanted to accomplish. She could bottle fruit and vegetables, although it was difficult for her to hold the slippery foods. This became my job as I grew up. 
Her nephew's wedding. Lucy is in the back row, far left. 
Her husband, Elden, is in the middle of the back row. Lucy 
generally hid her hands during pictures.
"Mom also learned how to knit and crochet by using her thumb stub and the area where her index finger had been. As she used to teach the children in Primary, they would try to mimic her and hold their finger close to their hands. 'It doesn’t matter what I tell them, they want to do what I do,' she would say. When she would knit or crochet, she would wrap the thread around the palm of her hand and hold the needles in the webbing between the thumb and forefinger stump." [Lucy Marie Muir Gillins As Remembered by Her Son, Elden Wallace Gillins]
Great-Aunt Lucy lived her life finding creative ways of doing everything she needed and wanted to do. She served her family, community, and church members. When Mom and Dad told me about her as a kid, I was surprised that she could still do daily tasks, and amazed that she could knit and crochet. Lucy inspires me to have faith in promised blessings, and to find a way to accomplish what I want to do.

Sunday, December 15, 2019

Santa's Knee 2019

Our special visitor came again this year. Brother Todd Glad took photos of each family's children (and some of the parents...).











Friday, December 13, 2019

Christmas Shopping and Caroling

We really enjoy getting an ornament off of a giving tree to donate to families who could use something. Our congregation is no longer providing the ornaments with requested items, so we found some at the county library. I think a lot of people like buying presents and clothes for little ones, so we try to find an ornament for an older teen. Unfortunately, I didn't pick up the ornament until about a week until we needed to return it with the gift. The requested item wasn't to be found in any of the local stores, so I needed to order it (potential arrival dates after they were due), or drive to a little farther. Because we live in Salt Lake County, there are still plenty of stores. I found the item I needed and had them set it aside for me at a Target across the valley. We met up with my sister, Cassie, to pick it up, get some more Christmas lights, and do some window shopping. Her daughter, little Miss P, is so tiny, but gets around quite well. You just want to stop what you're doing to watch her running after the cart or dancing in line.

For one of the youth activities, we decided to carol on a [extremely slow moving] trailer bed around our neighborhood. One of the young men even brought his cello to accompany us. I love singing, especially Christmas carols. Some wisdom for future caroling: make sure everyone has access to the lyrics (phone or paper/flashlight), practice the songs ahead of time, and try to have everyone sit together. It got kind of humorous when the people sitting in the truck bed were at a different part of the song than the people on the trailer. We had a lot of fun, and some of the leaders even prepared hot chocolate for us. I remember when I served as a full-time missionary in Ohio thinking that Christmas was such a special time, when people are more willing to help others and talk about the Savior. I love the spirit that comes when we sing about the nativity together.














Sister Wahlberg gave each of the 
very excited kids some sleigh bells.







Using wrapped presents as a desk 
before Christmas.


Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Swaddled Babies

For family home evening, I asked Miss V to pick an activity from the December Friend magazine, and she found a 10 Days of Jesus page. We picked two of the activities together. We watched Sister Joy D. Jones talk from the Christmas devotional about how Christ is the gift who keeps on giving. We drew pictures of the baby Jesus while we watched.

The other day at the dinner table I was explaining that Christ lived a perfect life, and Miss V piped in, "I'm perfect, too!" Well, she's not wrong... We talked about how before children reached the age of understanding and accountability, around 8 years old, they are considered perfect in Heavenly Father's eyes, and don't require repentance or baptism. Obviously, Jesus Christ was perfect in totality, and His understanding came at a much younger age, but I'm grateful Miss V is thinking about how the gospel topics relate to her.

I know Jesus is the Savior and Messiah, that He came to be the Example of how we can live full of compassion and love. I know that what He taught applies to me today, and that He suffered in Gethsemane for me and my children, and my husband, and every other person in this world. He did all of this so that we might overcome death and our shortcomings and sins to become perfect like Heavenly and Christ. So we can live as families with Them again. What a blessing to be able to share this earthly experience with my little swaddled babies, entrusted to me by their loving Father in Heaven.











Thursday, December 5, 2019

Johnson Thanksgiving 2019


Miss V watched Seussical the Musical at the theatre with my parents the snowy night before Thanksgiving, so she was very tired the next day. We didn't end up staying at Uncle Scott's house very long because she was so tired. We did have a lot of fun visiting with my parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

To give you an idea of what kind of people my mom and aunts are, they came prepared with several to-go containers, and made sure everyone had a chance to fill them after we had all eaten. Mom took over the turkey, even though she doesn't eat meat anymore, this while helping Miss V to have a good stay.

Unfortunately, I didn't get everyone photographed, but I enjoyed a relaxing meal and conversation, once we got all of the food and spaces prepped. I started working on my chosen side dishes and desserts Wednesday morning, since Miss V didn't have school, and that made meal prep a lot easier. I ran out of time for a morning shower on Thursday, so I still have some time management issues.

We continue making new gratitude feathers for our ever-growing turkey we started for a family home activity around 2014. Mom laminated and cut out each feather for me, so we can keep taping them to the wall each November. This year I added how grateful I am that the kids can ride their own bikes to school (and I don't have to carry the children or bikes home). I'm glad we have 2-hour church instead of 3-hour church, for all of the 8-second hugs with my children, 20-second hugs from Zak, and our Redwood Forest family road trip. Mr C wrote had me write that he's happy when Miss V is home from school, because he misses her when she is gone, and for "Gwama and Gwappa." Miss V is grateful for herself, her "cute, cute" brother, the sun and moon, tv, the world, our house, and cars. Zak is still extra thankful for his C-PAP and for "fizzy." This year both sets of grandparents come to see Miss V in the children's church program. I invited them to include their own feathers in our turkey. I love putting up each feather and remembering the blessings in our lives throughout the years.






Nicole A H Porter, Cassie, Nate, and Aaron