Monday, January 9, 2023

1/9/2023 Gary Chadburn Funeral

 Mike's cousin, Gary Chadburn, passed away last week. Probably a heart attack, but they are just guessing. 

Mike had fun times with Gary and other cousins when growing. He was Berenice's brother Archi's  son. There were 5 kids in that family. I have met a few of them through the years ( at other funerals, of course).

There was a family visitation in Beaver at the mortuary on Sunday , so Mike and I drove up to that right after our Church meeting. 

Monday was the graveside service. I guess Gary and his family are not active in Church, so the only thing done AT the church was the luncheon following.

The services were chilly, being outside in. My feet were freezing! It was cloudy,  41 degree weather with wind. But it could have been a lot worse. Only I forgot to bring a coat. I was wearing a shirt, and a bulky sweater, so I just snuggled up behind Mike, had him block the wind, and used his suit coat pockets for my hands. 

The songs were touching country recordings, one about "He's My Boy". Step parenting, because that's what Gary did, along with the two they had together. The other, closing song was by Diamond Rio, "One More Day."  Talk about sniffles. 

There was an opening prayer, a granddaughter read the Eulogy, then there was an open Mic time, Bishop's remarks, song, grave dedication by a grandson, then off to the church for a good meal, hot, ready to go, no waiting for the gathering or blessing ( it's been blessed they said in the kitchen),

But first we drove around a few blocks to look at the old pioneer era homes. And to thaw out our toes. They were cold and frozen from standing on the cold ground outside for so long.

Mike's friend from High School, Craig White and his wife Julie came to the services. I don't know that I've ever met Craig, but I have certainly heard of him lots. He's a Banker in Beaver, UT.

Mike and I ate, he visited. A lot. Then we drove home. We meandered through a few back roads in Enoch on the way. I wanted him to show me where the irrigation pond was that he wanted to take me swimming at when we were dating. ( I declined to get in at that invite 47 years ago.) It's no longer there. No ponds for irrigating any more, just sprinklers now. We also thought we might be able to see bald eagles. None.

Home, naps. Long day, but not over yet. Mike said he'd take down our outside Christmas lights today before another storm rolls through. More water! Yay! We saw lots of ...well, not LOTS, but some, standing water along the way in both Iron and Beaver counties.


Debra Evenhuis, Cousin and Gary's sister, sharing some remarks and memories of their family.

One of Gary's granddaughters.

The Mortuary had lovely warm quilted blankets for family and friends.

It took a minute for the music to work, but it was worth it. That tear- jerker song about "My Boy" left not a dry eye! You see, Gary raised two children, a boy and a girl, from his wife's first marriage. He didn't marry till 39. Lana, his wife, died 10 or so years ago of Cancer.

Cousin Dean (Gary's brother) is standing by the white hearse taking a photo.

The casket piece had these lovely duck decoys in the arrangement.

Just an idea of how many friends and family came.


Mike with Craig White.





Mike with Dean 

Mike with Debra and Bill


This building looked like it might have been an old tithing office or something. Old sandstone blocks. 


Gary Franklin Chadburn, age 73, passed away on January 3rd, 2023 in his home in Minersville, Utah. Gary was born in Provo, Utah on February 10th, 1949 to Archie and Ora Chadburn. He grew up with his four siblings Gerald (Marjory) Chadburn, Debra (Bill) Evenhuis, Corinne (John) Ludema, and Deane Chadburn. Gary was an adventurous kid who loved playing in the dirt and looking for trilobites and other treasures. He was very competitive at everything he did. Gary was a master fisherman and always challenged his siblings to jacks, marbles, and chess, which he later took pride in teaching his grandkids. Gary’s love for the outdoors led him to Weber State College where he obtained his Bachelor of Science in Geology with a minor in Chemistry. He took on his first geologist job in 1974 surveying for Oil and Gas Exploration in Moab, Utah. He also worked for the U.S. Forrest Service in Ogden, Utah, and Phillips Petroleum Company in Salt Lake City. Gary later settled down in Milford, Utah working for the Blundell Geothermal Plant serving 30-plus years. Gary met the love of his life, Lana Florence, at the Milford 4th of July dance. He courted Lana by taking her on adventures in the hills hunting for rocks, fossils, bottles, and coins. They were inseparable, and the love between them was forever. He knew right away she was “the one”. They later married on June 17th, 1988 at the Moonshine Cabin in Beaver County. Together they shared and raised a family of four children Chad (Denise) Chatelain, Shelly (Wade) Marshall, Zane (Libby) Chadburn, and Gabe (Cherish) Chadburn. His children were the light of his life, and he spent many hours teaching them how to work hard and the importance of family. Lana had a green thumb and knack for gardening that Gary showed much interest in and took up naturally. He taught all his kids and grandkids the tricks and trades and took great pride in his yard and garden. There was always someone in town complimenting how beautiful Gary and Lana’s yard was. (We hope we can do as well as you, Gary.) Those left to “treasure” his memory include his two brothers, two sisters, four children, and their spouses, 17 grandchildren, 7 great-grandchildren, and many other loved ones. He was preceded in death by his loving wife Lana Chadburn, his parents Archie and Ora Chadburn, his inlaws Leonard and Emaline Florence, brother-inlaws Sam and Larry Florence, great-grandson Jagger Marshall, and many other loved ones. “Grandpa” Gary had an enormous heart and a deep love for his family and friends. His legacy will live on in those who knew him. A graveside for friends and family will be held on Monday, January 9th, 2023 at 11:00 A.M. at the Minersville, Utah Cemetery.




Sunday, January 1, 2023

New Year's Day, 2023

 Since Church starts at 9 am in our Ward now, there's no "lolly-gagging" around here in the mornings any more. We did set an alarm, and we did get up in time for Mike to make waffles for Kelly and Mike and me. Then Mike took Kelly to his big rig north of town and he headed out. We went to church, enjoyed Sacrament meeting with our itty bitty ward, then taught in our New Primary class. Our kids are 5 and 6 years old. So young. 

After church, I read and napped. Then at 3 we had a fun dinner with Mom, Damian, Tandy and their three kids. And it started snowing! We'd had just some light steady rain sprinkles during the morning, so the snow was a surprise. That brought a snow man, Ella playing outside in it, and getting wet in the process. And whenever those kids are around, there always seems to be a dog pile or two. Haha .

Fun family. We ate (raspberry waffles with bacon and sausage), we visited, we took photos. Enjoy! (And they all went home-- boo hoo....like to Texas, and My Mom back to Our House/her house)

It was nice to have Mom over again. She said that in her Fast and Testimony church meeting at Brookdale, she felt prompted to bear her testimony. So she did! Yay for Mommy. Now, If she could just get some more of her strength back, she'd be back to as good as new!






Sliding door snowball splat.








Lexi is taller than me now.

Braeden is WAY taller than I.


















 

Liebhardt New Year's Eve, 2022

 Damian's family joined us for some food and games Saturday Evening. 

Also, we picked up Kelly Liebhardt from the Love's truck stop on our way back into town from being in Salt Lake. He was making a trucking haul from LA to Denver, and this was his required 'rest' stop. So he spent the night with us and joined in on the games.

Kelly, Damian, Tandy.
Lexi, Ella, Kelly.


Mom didn't want her picture taken. Lexi.


Lexi.

Ella.

Most of the group. Mike and Damian were watching football in the basement.
We almost made it til midnight, but opted to quit at the end of the game, have family prayer, then go home. 9:00 church comes early!

After Christmas, Dixons

 Since Nick's family had sicknesses when they were supposed to be coming to our place on Dec 2y, we gave them some time to get better and then went to see them, instead.  Between winter storms.

But we also went to see the Dixon's and met them at a restaurant in Herriman. They are visiting children in Bluffdale. Mike taught Phil the gospel in NY 50 years ago and now live in Franklin, TN. Here is what Phil Dixon posted on his Facebook page that evening:

"Bluffdale, Utah

Today was a spiritual trip down memory lane…

Anne and I met up with Michael and Linda Liebhardt who came up from Cedar City, Utah. We have known Mike for about 50 years now, in a very special way. In the fall and winter of 1972-73, I was studying the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in order to write a college term paper on the subject. As an atheist at the time, without going into too much detail, I had a miraculous change of heart. And much of that change must be attributed to then Elder Liebhardt who was serving as a 20-year old missionary in the Ottawa, Canada mission. On February 1, 1973, I was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and Elder Liebhardt performed the confirmation and bestowal of the gift of the Holy Ghost.

We met up at a restaurant called Garage Grill where the theme was racing cars. They had all kinds of delicious items on the menu, but I stuck with a good ole American hamburger and French fries. But the highlight of the 2+ hours we spent together was just chatting about old times, catching up and what we have been doing over the past 50 years, and sharing some faith-promoting stories from our lives. It was a very touching and spiritually fulfilling time together, which just goes to show that even over a hamburger and a root beer, the Spirit of God can be felt!

I am sure we could have spent hours and hours talking, but, alas, our families were waiting for us. We made a commitment to get together later this year…somehow, somewhere, perhaps even in Tennessee! Mike Liebhardt is certainly one of my heroes, for without him, his example as a missionary 50 years ago, and his testimony of faith that broke through my hard shell, I would not be where I am today.

This evening we spent a quiet time at home with a delicious dinner and playing games.

Unfortunately, I must take Anne to the airport tomorrow morning so she can return to Tennessee. I will stay here in Utah a few more days and then go to Arizona for a few days."


And we had every bit as good a time as Phil and Anne. Ditto!

But we also had fun with Nick's family for just overnight. 

We drove home Saturday morning-- New Year's Eve!




Phil and Mike

A view of the restaurant decor.

I didn't take many pictures at Nick and Kaylee's house. Here is Emily, walking in her Mom's slippers.

This was Nick's Christmas gift.

He has a snow cave in his front yard!

There was a gorgeous rainbow on our drive home.

Vivid colors!

Home from GA!

 




We stopped at Fred Sorensen's house in the Mesquite area and had a brief visit with him there . He has a lovely home, a friendly dog and seemed to have a nice time visiting.  They shared a funny story about winning a baby duck at the fair.

Mom and I were pretty tired by the time we got home. But she had a great time at Donna's house and I'm so glad she had no problems traveling on her own.