Random remberances

I was thinking of Grandpa today, and I remembered a couple of stories that I want to share. One of the last thing Grandpa ever said to me was an anti-smoking PSA. He said that if you're thinking of smoking, your should just take the cigarettes, put them in your butt and light em up. Looking back, it seems like a nonsensical thing to say, but I know that he was in a lot of pain there at the end. I loved Grandpa and I wish that he hadn't spent so many years smoking.

I also remember that one year my parents bought Grandpa a Stetson hat. He never wore it, claiming that he was saving it for a special occasion. Well, when Aunt Tina was getting married, my mom asked him about the hat again, and he used his standard response of saving it for something special. I remember Mom looking at Grandpa and asking "well Glen, what's more special than a wedding?" And, as I recall, he wore it that day :)

Rachel Anderson

Grandpa and his hounds

Hearing my dad yell at Meeka through the window reminded me of Grandpa and his hound dogs. The dogs were all at the bottom of the hill behind the house. And whenever they would bay or howl, or whatever it is that hound dogs do, Grandpa would open up the back door and yell at them to shut up. It cracked me up because I don't remember that door every being used for anything else!

Rachel Anderson

A hunting story, author unknown

More from the book of remembrance. I don't know who the author is here.

Glen always loves to go into the mountains and take his hounds and get lions, bears or any other wild beast. Sometime ago 1967, he and 4 or 5 other men went lion hunting. Now one of these men with his hounds had run on to some lion tracks, but had to give them up on account of night coming on. Next morning at 5 A.M. Glen and the other men left, they got to where they left the night before. The hounds were barking at the lions when the men caught up with them, the lions on in one tree and the other in another tree. The trees were very close to a very large ledge. One of the men decided to climb up the tree to scare them out. And of course Glen was throwing snowballs at them trying to scare them out. Finally on lion decided to come down after that man was going to get them out. It scared him so bad he jumped 15 feet out of the tree. About that times one man shot and hit this lion he fell and landed on a ledge in the rocks. The other fellow shot the other lion out of the tree. He fell under the tree. That was a very good experience that those men and Glen had. Glen stated he has never had so much fun.

Grandpa marries

more from the book of remembrance. It looks like a newspaper announcement.

Ilene Petersen and Glen Adams were married by Justice of the Peace Henry Lewis at the home of the Bridegroom's mother Christina Adams, Friday evening, April 20, 1956, at ShowLow, Navjo, Arizona. Organ music was played by his sister Shirly Adams. The Bride wore pink antique silk ballerina length gown with matching duster, white accessories and carried white carnations. Her maid of honor was Miss Gracie Wilson, and best man Johhny Stock. The beautiful wedding cake was baked and decorated by Mrs. Bud Wilson. Upon their return from a weeks honeymoon in Southern California, the couple will be honored with a recepton Friday evening April 27, at seven o'clock in ShowLow Gymnasium. They will make their home in ShowLow.

Grandpa in the Navy

here's more from the book of remembrance.
I Orson Glen Adams, Enlisted in the U.S. Navy on Dec. 3, 1951. I went through Boot Hill in San Diego, California. During the winter of 1951-1952 after fourteen weeks of Boot Hill I came home on a fourteen day leave. I returned to San Diego, California for three months duty on the Destroyer Base. During Boot Camp I was lucky to meet almost all the local boys and several from Springerville, Holbrook and Lakeside.
After I was in six months I left Stateside for overseas Duty I arrieved in the Phillipines Island the 4th July 1952 from there I went to Yokoshua, Japan. While in Japan I learned many interesting things. they are I believe the most polite people in the world. But their costumes {customs?} are very old. During the next few weeks I went aboard the L.S.T. 914 (was later named Mahoning County) From Yokosuha I went to Korea and spent a few weeks. (I have a few pictures of Korean children) I returned to the U.S.A in Oct, 1952. I was granted a 30 day leave with pay too. I was aboard the ship in San Diego until the summer of 1953 and then we went into the Artic to take provisions. It was cold up there and later in the fall we returned to the States (June until August) In November I went back across to Japan. At 9:00 A.M. on the 3rd of Jan 1954 I received word of my Father's Death, Edward Franklin Adams, at 1:00 P.M. I was on a plane for home, I got home just as the services were over. Jan 6 1954 12:00 I flew back to Japan and journeyed home on my ship. I spent the winter in San Diego and in March 1955 my Ship was transferred to Long Beach, California as Home Case, later in the spring we again went to the Artic on operation D.E.W. Distant early Warning. We counted Radar part and Equipment , we were 109 Days at sea with no Liberty. We arrived in Long Beach, Falif. on Ovtober and I remained there until I was seperated from the service in November 29, 1955 at 3:35 P.M. During my time in the Service I met lots of boys from home and over seas. Written by Glen Adams January 1956.

Glen Adams

Elephant tunnels

This is a story I found in a book of remembrance. It is a story Grandpa tells from his childhood.
Dad was always up at 4A.M. As a boy I had my share of milking-hay hauling and fun times as we fixed elephant traps which dad would fall into. The traps was tunnels we made in the hay in the barn. As the hay was feed to the stock the covering got thinner and Dad unaware was standing over the runnel tugging to get a pitchfork full of hay. Down he went into the tunnel as it caved in. We covered the entrance over so it couldn't be seen. By now the fun was on, dad came to the house and did we get a scolding. He told us if we ever made any more he would take us over his apron. It didn't dampen our spirits, later on we made more and of course dad was the victim again. When we made our tunnels our friends were with us.
The thing I remember most of my parents-is how the people of this country liked my folks and I often hear how people have praised them for their goodness. Mom was always a good cook she had a big breakfast to start the day out right. Mom always has a big and understanding heart to anyone who comes into the home, she makes them feel at home. her words are always comforting and she always looks for the best in people.

Glen Adams

my first kitten

When I was 5 years old, I went to spend some time over the summer with Grandma and Grandpa Adams. We went to someone's house ( I don't remember who's, or why we were there), and his cat had a litter of kittens he was trying to get rid of. I fell in love with the tiny kittens, and asked Grandpa if I could have one. He gave the token resistance, telling me that I had to ask the owner, not Grandpa. So I did, and he said yes, and we went home with Sally in a box.
When we got back to the house, Grandma fixed up a box in the big back bedroom, the one with the mirrors on the closet doors. I kept putting her in, but Sally kept climbing out. Once Grandpa and I were trying to heard her back into the back room, but she got behind the TV instead. I remeber Grandpa being worried that she would get up inside the TV somehow.
Grandpa told me that if she got into the TV, she would be stuck forever. For some reason I thought that meant that she would be on TV, as in every channel would show my kitten instead of tv shows.
When my parents came to pick me up at the end of the week Mom was less than thrilled. I was worried I wouldn't get to keep Sally when I heard mom tell Grandpa "Glen, we said we didn't want her coming home with any animals." But in the end, Sally and her box wound up in the back seat right next to me.

Rachel (Adams) Anderson