A little bit of begging

I entered this cake I made for St. Patrick's Day in a contest on Gourmet Mom's blog. The voting ends in a couple of hours and I would really like to win the $100 prize package from cookware.com. At one point I was within one vote of winning, but the opposition is launching a strong resurgence. If you haven't yet, will you go to http://www.gourmetmomonthego.com/ and vote for Kendra's Lucky Leprechaun Cake? I'll love you forever, and maybe even bake you something, someday!

The Gubler House

Although funerals aren't inherently fun times, Grandma's funeral turned out to be a family reunion of sorts, and we had a great time being with my family. This was the first time in around 7 years that all of my siblings have been together.

What made it extra neat is that we were able to rent this historic home in St. George where we could stay together. That would have been cool enough. But how neat is this:

After being at the home for a while, we decided to check out the historic plaque on the front and saw that it was built by Heinrich Gubler, who was Grandma's Grandpa, or our Great Great Grandpa. It helped us feel near to our heritage, and close to each other.

The kids mostly enjoyed all the fun things they could do with their cousins in the carriage house, and the pool area (still pretty cold, but the jacuzzi was a big hit!)

Thanks, everyone, for making our whirlwind trip to Utah so memorable! Can't wait for our next reunion!

Ruth Gubler Nielson (1907-2009)

My Grandma passed away the day before Valentine's Day. I was actually at Trenton's class party when my mom called me on my cell phone to tell me the news. It was mostly expected, except part of me thought she might just live on forever. Up until recent years, I firmly believed that she was stronger and healthier than I was.

She was 101 years old, and probably could have fought on to live a few more years, if there had been much reason to keep fighting. She was an incredibly hard-working woman, who left behind a posterity that included 101 great grandchildren.

Barry couldn’t get out of work for the funeral, so the kids and I made arrangements to caravan to Southern Utah for the funeral with some of my Arizona cousins. Of 39 (?) grandchildren, all but one of those living were in attendance. In my family, all eight siblings were together for the first time in something like 7 years. Although it took a lot of effort to get our little family there, it was great to be with my family and extended family and celebrate the amazing posterity of my grandma.

My Trenton was the most mournful mourner at the funeral. He was very sad that he wouldn’t get to see Grandma Nielson again on this earth. “I loved Grandma Nielson, I didn’t want her to die.” He said over and over. I took turns with my brothers (thanks, guys!) trying to comfort him and remind him of the power of the resurrection, but when the funeral director asked if anyone needed to say their final goodbye’s before the casket was closed, Trenton was the first to walk up to the casket and take a very serious moment of silence. I’ll never forget the sight of him walking back to me, hands in his pockets and head hung down after he had said good bye to his great grandma for the last time on this earth. He has such a tender heart!

I think it would be ungrateful to complain about 101 years. Grandma lived on her own for most of those years, at least until she was around 95. My only regret...no one ever called Willard Scott.

During the funeral I wrestled a sleep-deprived, Tessa. The grandchildren sang “How Great Thou Art” and I lead the great-grandchildren (who had to remain in the congregation, because there were too many to fit in the choir seats) in “I am a Child of God.”

I took the following pictures at the graveside service, and luncheon. If any of my family wants me to email them photos that are the right size for printing (i.e. 4x6), let me know.

My cousins and brother paying their last respects as pallbearers.

Lovely floral arrangement on the powder blue casket, that I'm sure Grandma completely approved of. Blue was always her favorite color!

My mom, her sisters, and Aunt Ardella looking on.

My dad dedicated the grave.

My fussy, fussy girl, giving Uncle Guy a bad time.

The Hansen family at the luncheon. I had to include both shots because of cropping and goofy faces. We are in age order if you start with my brother, Deren (next to my dad) then to my sister, Serena (next to my mom) and alternate sides to the ends. Clearly not all of the spouses and children could make it, but it was great to be together with our original family, if just for a short time.

And for fun, I decided to make a few of these pictures black and white for a more timeless feel: