FAMILY THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES
F A M I L I E S (by Louise O Jacob)
Familes are special groups of people
That share some common bond.
And I am part of such a family,
I have a father, a mother
Brothers, sisters, grandparents,
Uncles, aunts and cousins.
And countless generations of ancestors.
This is my family.
I have another family.
My childhood sweetheart, my
Husband. The love of my life.
And my eternal companion.
We have four sons and
Their beautiful eternal companions,
And our precuous grand children.
This too is my family.
I have still another family.
Eight very special girls, they
Are not flesh of my flesh, but
I love them just as much as if
I had carried them under my heart
And nurtured them at my breast.
Time and distance can not destroy
This love. They too are my family.
I have another Father and Mother,
And unnumbered brothers and sisters.
A very special elder Brother who loved
Us all enough to sacrifice His life
That we may some day be able to return home.
We are all different, but we have a common
Heritage. That of being spirit children
Of Elohem, Our Eternal Father and Mother.
This too is my family.
Familes are special groups of people
That share some common bond.
And I am part of such a family,
I have a father, a mother
Brothers, sisters, grandparents,
Uncles, aunts and cousins.
And countless generations of ancestors.
This is my family.
I have another family.
My childhood sweetheart, my
Husband. The love of my life.
And my eternal companion.
We have four sons and
Their beautiful eternal companions,
And our precuous grand children.
This too is my family.
I have still another family.
Eight very special girls, they
Are not flesh of my flesh, but
I love them just as much as if
I had carried them under my heart
And nurtured them at my breast.
Time and distance can not destroy
This love. They too are my family.
I have another Father and Mother,
And unnumbered brothers and sisters.
A very special elder Brother who loved
Us all enough to sacrifice His life
That we may some day be able to return home.
We are all different, but we have a common
Heritage. That of being spirit children
Of Elohem, Our Eternal Father and Mother.
This too is my family.
David's Memories
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Lewis's Memories
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Roger's Memories
When I think of my earthly Father and Mother I can only marvel at their love for me and my family. I will forever be thankful to them for all that they taught me of my Heavenly Parents and this earthly path that I am on. I thank my Heavenly Father and Mother for selecting Earl I and Louise O Jacob to be my mentors here on earth.
My thoughts and memories of Louise Omer Jacob:
When I was about 8 years old, I really loved playing baseball but my brothers were never around when I wanted to practice throwing the ball, my mother would take time out of her day to go outside with me on the lawn and play catch with me (she barehanded). She would spend hours outside with me and because of that we became very close. For four weeks my Mother and I would spend a couple of hours each day playing catch and because of that love that she showed me I became pretty good. Not only would she play catch, she taught me how to catch fly balls, grounders and how to throw someone out When I started Little League, after every game Mom would spend an hour or two going over the things that I messed up on. So by the end of Little League I was pretty good. This continued through Pony League and the rest of my baseball career.
When I was 15 years old and playing Colt League, during my first game I had a major injury to my left knee. I was playing left field and a high fly ball was hit between myself and the short stop. Both of us went after the ball. In the process, we collided and our legs got tangled up. My left leg was twisted so severely that the cartilage in my left knee snapped. Mom said that they could hear it snap in the stands. My Mother sprinted from the stands, jumped over the fence separating the stands and the playing field, and ran to where I was laying. If you know my Mother you know that she was very protective of her children.
On many occasions my mother proved that she would go out of her way to protect her children. I remember one time that I was falsely accused of doing something on the bus by the bus driver and was kicked off the bus and was not going to be able to ride it again until the next school year. After I told my mother what had happened, boy was she mad, she told me that I would ride the bus. So the very next day at the bus stop I was standing there waiting to get on the bus along with my mother. When the bus driver stopped the bus and told my mother that I couldn't get on, she climbed on the bus and sat in the seat behind him and told him that I would be getting on the bus. Not only would I be getting on the bus but that he would take me to school, drop me off and then bring her back to the house. He told her that he would not do that and that I was expelled from the bus for the rest of the school year. What happened next, well all I can say is oh my. In all my life I have never seen my Mom so mad. She tore into him like I've never seen anybody tear into anyone before or since. The bus driver took me to school, dropped me off and then turned around and took my Mother home. You don't mess with my Mother nor her children.
As tough as my Mom can be in certain situation, she also can be so loving and tender. Thoughout my life I have known that my Mother loved me. She always supported me in whatever endive I chose. She has supported me in my marriage and she has loved and supported my children.
My definition of my Mother is LOVE. Thank YOU MOM!!!
My thoughts and memories of Earl Isaac Jacob:
In 2006 while I was the first counselor in the bishopric and assigned to the Young Women's Program, the young women's theme for that year was heroes in the scriptures. As I thought about that theme and who would I pick from the scriptures as my hero my memories caught hold of a present day hero which was my earthly father. Let me explain why I came up with that understanding.
When I was 14 years old I had the great opportunity of playing Legion ball. That was unheard of for someone at the age of 14 to play with the older young men, they ranged from anywhere between 16 and 18. So it was a great honor for me to be able to play with these individuals. Our coach (Coach Belliston), who played professional ball for the Saint Louis Cardinals, decided that during the summer of 1964 that we would become a traveling team. Coach Belliston had arranged with teams in Colorado, Arizona, California and then back into Utah, to play a total of 26 games in 3 weeks. Because of this decision of Coach Belliston, we would have to earn money to go on this trip. Total cost per player was $185. Now this was in May of 1964, so we had 2 months in order to accumulate enough money for each of the players to take this trip. We had car washes, bake sales and anything else we could think of to come up with the money. So for 2 months I worked my tail off along with everybody else on the team. Now we were supposed to start our trip on July 14th of that year, I had already gotten permission from Mom and Dad, and every afternoon I practicing with the team, I was so excited, then the bottom fell out of my plans for the summer. On July 8th my father informed me that we would be taking a trip to San Francisco to see his ailing aunt and that I had to go. My life had come to an end, all summer I had been thinking about how wonderful it was going to be to go on this trip with all these older young men. So I decided that I was going to make this trip as difficult as possible for my parents and for my younger brother. As we prepared to get ready for the trip I chose not to help in any way. This really made my Dad mad, but I made sure that it was so difficult for them to get me up and going that they thought twice about taking me. My Dad was not going to be won over by my attitude so he told me I was going no matter what.
On the trip to San Francisco every time Farrell's shadow came across the seat to me I would hit him, I did this all the way to San Francisco. When we stopped at night I would make sure that I didn't help in any way just to get back at my parents. When we arrived at my great aunt’s house in San Francisco I chose to stay either in the car or out in the back yard where I didn't have any interaction with my parents or with my great aunt. At the end of our stay at my great aunt’s house I finally gave in and shared why I was being such a brat with my great aunt. She put her arms around me and told me it was OK that she understood, boy did this make me feel rotten. So this was on a Wednesday and we were not going to leave until Saturday, so for the next few days I spent as much time as I could with my great aunt. As I got to know her I could understand why it was so important for my father to go out of his way to come and see her before she passed. What a wonderful woman and I regretted every moment that I wasted because of my stupidity and my anger over something like baseball. I hope that when I leave this life I will be able to start over with her and really get to know her and love her. I wasted the chance while she was alive and I was with her.
On the way back home to Utah Mom and Dad decided to go up the coast so that we could stop at one of the beaches and have some time playing in the water and the sand. This is where I found out what true love is and that no matter how selfish and mean I was that Dad still loved me and was willing to sacrifice his life for mine. The Savior who loves all of us gave his life so that we would be able to return to the presents of our Heavenly Father. Just like the Savior my earthly father was willing to give up his life to save me.
As we arrived at the parking area for the beach I noticed a sign about being aware of undertow. I didn't know what an undertow was so I didn't mention it to Dad and I wouldn't anyway because I was still mad at him. So we unloaded the car, blew up the air mattress and headed down to the beach. I couldn't wait to get into the water, I remember as a young boy going to the beach with Mom and Dad when we went to California with David and Lewis and how they had ridden the waves in on air mattress. I was too young then so I didn't get to feel what it was like to ride the waves. I was not going to miss this opportunity for anything. So as soon as we found a place on the beach to place all of our stuff Farrell and I took off to jump in the water. As soon as we got to the water Farrell decided not to get in so I told him to go back and be with Mom and Dad I don't need him anyway. I jumped in and started swimming as fast and as hard as I could to get out to where the waves were breaking. I got to a place that I thought would be great to catch the next wave. The wave come and I started paddling but I didn't go toward the shore, instead I started to go out to sea. I couldn't understand what was going on I should be going in toward the shore. It finally dawned on me that undertow meant that the water is going out underneath water coming in and pulling whatever on top out. I was scared so very scared. I started to scream for help and looked at the beach and I saw my Dad, my Dad saw me screaming at the top of my lungs but couldn't hear me but he knew something was wrong. He jumped up through his clothes off, now he had on only his garments underneath his clothes, and jumped in the water and started swimming toward me. I jumped off the air mattress and started swimming toward him as hard as I could but I wasn't going anywhere. This is where Heavenly Father comes in. I looked at my Dad and noticed that he was standing up in the water, I looked down and saw a row of boulders running from where I was all the way back to the beach. My Dad started jumping from boulder to boulder and coming toward me, so in turn I started to jump from boulder to boulder to him. When we met he grabbed me and just held me. We worked our way back to the beach and found warm cloths and hugs from Mom. As I sat there on the beach it sunk into my mind what had just happened. My wonderful loving Father was will to give up his life for me, one that was as rebellious and proud as me. I finally understood what it meant to love somebody so much that you are willing to give up your life for them. I understood finally what the Savior did for us and his attornment.
My hero is my earthly Father. Thank YOU DAD!!!
When I think of my earthly Father and Mother I can only marvel at their love for me and my family. I will forever be thankful to them for all that they taught me of my Heavenly Parents and this earthly path that I am on. I thank my Heavenly Father and Mother for selecting Earl I and Louise O Jacob to be my mentors here on earth.
My thoughts and memories of Louise Omer Jacob:
When I was about 8 years old, I really loved playing baseball but my brothers were never around when I wanted to practice throwing the ball, my mother would take time out of her day to go outside with me on the lawn and play catch with me (she barehanded). She would spend hours outside with me and because of that we became very close. For four weeks my Mother and I would spend a couple of hours each day playing catch and because of that love that she showed me I became pretty good. Not only would she play catch, she taught me how to catch fly balls, grounders and how to throw someone out When I started Little League, after every game Mom would spend an hour or two going over the things that I messed up on. So by the end of Little League I was pretty good. This continued through Pony League and the rest of my baseball career.
When I was 15 years old and playing Colt League, during my first game I had a major injury to my left knee. I was playing left field and a high fly ball was hit between myself and the short stop. Both of us went after the ball. In the process, we collided and our legs got tangled up. My left leg was twisted so severely that the cartilage in my left knee snapped. Mom said that they could hear it snap in the stands. My Mother sprinted from the stands, jumped over the fence separating the stands and the playing field, and ran to where I was laying. If you know my Mother you know that she was very protective of her children.
On many occasions my mother proved that she would go out of her way to protect her children. I remember one time that I was falsely accused of doing something on the bus by the bus driver and was kicked off the bus and was not going to be able to ride it again until the next school year. After I told my mother what had happened, boy was she mad, she told me that I would ride the bus. So the very next day at the bus stop I was standing there waiting to get on the bus along with my mother. When the bus driver stopped the bus and told my mother that I couldn't get on, she climbed on the bus and sat in the seat behind him and told him that I would be getting on the bus. Not only would I be getting on the bus but that he would take me to school, drop me off and then bring her back to the house. He told her that he would not do that and that I was expelled from the bus for the rest of the school year. What happened next, well all I can say is oh my. In all my life I have never seen my Mom so mad. She tore into him like I've never seen anybody tear into anyone before or since. The bus driver took me to school, dropped me off and then turned around and took my Mother home. You don't mess with my Mother nor her children.
As tough as my Mom can be in certain situation, she also can be so loving and tender. Thoughout my life I have known that my Mother loved me. She always supported me in whatever endive I chose. She has supported me in my marriage and she has loved and supported my children.
My definition of my Mother is LOVE. Thank YOU MOM!!!
My thoughts and memories of Earl Isaac Jacob:
In 2006 while I was the first counselor in the bishopric and assigned to the Young Women's Program, the young women's theme for that year was heroes in the scriptures. As I thought about that theme and who would I pick from the scriptures as my hero my memories caught hold of a present day hero which was my earthly father. Let me explain why I came up with that understanding.
When I was 14 years old I had the great opportunity of playing Legion ball. That was unheard of for someone at the age of 14 to play with the older young men, they ranged from anywhere between 16 and 18. So it was a great honor for me to be able to play with these individuals. Our coach (Coach Belliston), who played professional ball for the Saint Louis Cardinals, decided that during the summer of 1964 that we would become a traveling team. Coach Belliston had arranged with teams in Colorado, Arizona, California and then back into Utah, to play a total of 26 games in 3 weeks. Because of this decision of Coach Belliston, we would have to earn money to go on this trip. Total cost per player was $185. Now this was in May of 1964, so we had 2 months in order to accumulate enough money for each of the players to take this trip. We had car washes, bake sales and anything else we could think of to come up with the money. So for 2 months I worked my tail off along with everybody else on the team. Now we were supposed to start our trip on July 14th of that year, I had already gotten permission from Mom and Dad, and every afternoon I practicing with the team, I was so excited, then the bottom fell out of my plans for the summer. On July 8th my father informed me that we would be taking a trip to San Francisco to see his ailing aunt and that I had to go. My life had come to an end, all summer I had been thinking about how wonderful it was going to be to go on this trip with all these older young men. So I decided that I was going to make this trip as difficult as possible for my parents and for my younger brother. As we prepared to get ready for the trip I chose not to help in any way. This really made my Dad mad, but I made sure that it was so difficult for them to get me up and going that they thought twice about taking me. My Dad was not going to be won over by my attitude so he told me I was going no matter what.
On the trip to San Francisco every time Farrell's shadow came across the seat to me I would hit him, I did this all the way to San Francisco. When we stopped at night I would make sure that I didn't help in any way just to get back at my parents. When we arrived at my great aunt’s house in San Francisco I chose to stay either in the car or out in the back yard where I didn't have any interaction with my parents or with my great aunt. At the end of our stay at my great aunt’s house I finally gave in and shared why I was being such a brat with my great aunt. She put her arms around me and told me it was OK that she understood, boy did this make me feel rotten. So this was on a Wednesday and we were not going to leave until Saturday, so for the next few days I spent as much time as I could with my great aunt. As I got to know her I could understand why it was so important for my father to go out of his way to come and see her before she passed. What a wonderful woman and I regretted every moment that I wasted because of my stupidity and my anger over something like baseball. I hope that when I leave this life I will be able to start over with her and really get to know her and love her. I wasted the chance while she was alive and I was with her.
On the way back home to Utah Mom and Dad decided to go up the coast so that we could stop at one of the beaches and have some time playing in the water and the sand. This is where I found out what true love is and that no matter how selfish and mean I was that Dad still loved me and was willing to sacrifice his life for mine. The Savior who loves all of us gave his life so that we would be able to return to the presents of our Heavenly Father. Just like the Savior my earthly father was willing to give up his life to save me.
As we arrived at the parking area for the beach I noticed a sign about being aware of undertow. I didn't know what an undertow was so I didn't mention it to Dad and I wouldn't anyway because I was still mad at him. So we unloaded the car, blew up the air mattress and headed down to the beach. I couldn't wait to get into the water, I remember as a young boy going to the beach with Mom and Dad when we went to California with David and Lewis and how they had ridden the waves in on air mattress. I was too young then so I didn't get to feel what it was like to ride the waves. I was not going to miss this opportunity for anything. So as soon as we found a place on the beach to place all of our stuff Farrell and I took off to jump in the water. As soon as we got to the water Farrell decided not to get in so I told him to go back and be with Mom and Dad I don't need him anyway. I jumped in and started swimming as fast and as hard as I could to get out to where the waves were breaking. I got to a place that I thought would be great to catch the next wave. The wave come and I started paddling but I didn't go toward the shore, instead I started to go out to sea. I couldn't understand what was going on I should be going in toward the shore. It finally dawned on me that undertow meant that the water is going out underneath water coming in and pulling whatever on top out. I was scared so very scared. I started to scream for help and looked at the beach and I saw my Dad, my Dad saw me screaming at the top of my lungs but couldn't hear me but he knew something was wrong. He jumped up through his clothes off, now he had on only his garments underneath his clothes, and jumped in the water and started swimming toward me. I jumped off the air mattress and started swimming toward him as hard as I could but I wasn't going anywhere. This is where Heavenly Father comes in. I looked at my Dad and noticed that he was standing up in the water, I looked down and saw a row of boulders running from where I was all the way back to the beach. My Dad started jumping from boulder to boulder and coming toward me, so in turn I started to jump from boulder to boulder to him. When we met he grabbed me and just held me. We worked our way back to the beach and found warm cloths and hugs from Mom. As I sat there on the beach it sunk into my mind what had just happened. My wonderful loving Father was will to give up his life for me, one that was as rebellious and proud as me. I finally understood what it meant to love somebody so much that you are willing to give up your life for them. I understood finally what the Savior did for us and his attornment.
My hero is my earthly Father. Thank YOU DAD!!!
Farrell's Memories
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Lorie's Memories
When I think of Mom:
I picture her smile. She always smiled whenever she looked at any of us kids but if she was looking at Papa, she had a special smile with a twinkle in her eye.
Her cooking, I can’t smell Cream of Wheat with out being taken back to waking up and walking down the hall and seeing her standing at the stove with the silver pan with dimples stirring the stuff for breakfast.
Canning: Tomato soup, peaches, ketchup.
Playing the game Sorry with me anytime I wanted.
Putting my hair up in rollers on Saturday night than trying to get it dry Sunday morning.
Her losing her diamond when they made the countertop for the kitchen.
Going to the salon with her on Saturday mornings, and then her wrapping her hair in toilet paper to keep it curled.
I remember watching the leggs commercial and when they talked about the panty hose sagging, I told Mom that’s what hers did. Everyone laughed, but I do believe she went out and bought herself a pair of Leggs panty hose the next day.
Watching tv as a family (Hee Haw, The Lawrence Welk Show, Animal Kingdom))
When I think of Papa
Always holding hands with Mom.
Trips down to the lake in the boat.
His quick wit and sense of humor.
His pride in all of us.
Going to work with him at US Synthetics.
Always teaching us what he was doing and why.
Waiting for him to get off work. I loved seeing his car pull around back.
Sitting behind him on the couch putting barrettes in his hair.
They were of the generation that listen to you when you talked.
When I think of Mom:
I picture her smile. She always smiled whenever she looked at any of us kids but if she was looking at Papa, she had a special smile with a twinkle in her eye.
Her cooking, I can’t smell Cream of Wheat with out being taken back to waking up and walking down the hall and seeing her standing at the stove with the silver pan with dimples stirring the stuff for breakfast.
Canning: Tomato soup, peaches, ketchup.
Playing the game Sorry with me anytime I wanted.
Putting my hair up in rollers on Saturday night than trying to get it dry Sunday morning.
Her losing her diamond when they made the countertop for the kitchen.
Going to the salon with her on Saturday mornings, and then her wrapping her hair in toilet paper to keep it curled.
I remember watching the leggs commercial and when they talked about the panty hose sagging, I told Mom that’s what hers did. Everyone laughed, but I do believe she went out and bought herself a pair of Leggs panty hose the next day.
Watching tv as a family (Hee Haw, The Lawrence Welk Show, Animal Kingdom))
When I think of Papa
Always holding hands with Mom.
Trips down to the lake in the boat.
His quick wit and sense of humor.
His pride in all of us.
Going to work with him at US Synthetics.
Always teaching us what he was doing and why.
Waiting for him to get off work. I loved seeing his car pull around back.
Sitting behind him on the couch putting barrettes in his hair.
They were of the generation that listen to you when you talked.
Erlene's Memories
“DAD”
He was awesome, he was quiet,
He was everybody’s friend.
We had absolutely no idea
That his life was near the end.
He was on his way to dinner;
A day we’ll not forget
When he fell and laid there helpless,
Injured and upset.
He finally got the courage
To pull himself up on his own
He drove straight to our house,
Knowing we’d be home.
He was cut, scraped and bleeding
He was shaking, scared and cold.
We felt so very sad that he’d been
Out there all alone.
We took him to the hospital
To get care for him that day
We knew he’d recover
Never dreaming he’d have to stay.
The following days were like a blur
Things happened all too fast.
We girls were there, right by his side
Just knowing this would pass.
The boys and Lorie live afar
It was hard for them, we know;
We wanted him to feel our love
We didn’t want him to be alone.
He’s now returned to heaven
And passed on through the veil
He’s with his Eternal Sweetheart
It was our Father’s will.
He’s been our Dad for many years
Our Dad he’ll always be.
I think he’s happy knowing
We are all a family.
We know he’s in a better place
And free from all his pain
We’ll miss him each and every day
Until we see him once again.
It’s hard to be without him but
He wouldn’t want us to be sad.
And we’re all so very grateful
That we could call him “Dad.”
~Erlene Lott
November 2019
He was awesome, he was quiet,
He was everybody’s friend.
We had absolutely no idea
That his life was near the end.
He was on his way to dinner;
A day we’ll not forget
When he fell and laid there helpless,
Injured and upset.
He finally got the courage
To pull himself up on his own
He drove straight to our house,
Knowing we’d be home.
He was cut, scraped and bleeding
He was shaking, scared and cold.
We felt so very sad that he’d been
Out there all alone.
We took him to the hospital
To get care for him that day
We knew he’d recover
Never dreaming he’d have to stay.
The following days were like a blur
Things happened all too fast.
We girls were there, right by his side
Just knowing this would pass.
The boys and Lorie live afar
It was hard for them, we know;
We wanted him to feel our love
We didn’t want him to be alone.
He’s now returned to heaven
And passed on through the veil
He’s with his Eternal Sweetheart
It was our Father’s will.
He’s been our Dad for many years
Our Dad he’ll always be.
I think he’s happy knowing
We are all a family.
We know he’s in a better place
And free from all his pain
We’ll miss him each and every day
Until we see him once again.
It’s hard to be without him but
He wouldn’t want us to be sad.
And we’re all so very grateful
That we could call him “Dad.”
~Erlene Lott
November 2019
Dad got a $25,000+ bill...(after his surgery or mom passed or something). He was pretty irritated/upset. When he told Ted and I that he was sure it was a mistake I suggested he go find out. I asked if he wanted me to go with him and he surprisingly said yes. (For the life of me I can't remember where or for what) We went over and he did the talking. I was there for moral support until the gal said something that gave me to believe that they thought they could get it out of dad (because of his age, possibly senile....NOT!!). There again I don't remember how it came down except that when I spoke up and started asking questions and told her dad was very aware of his finances, bills, insurances etc. she changed her tune in a hurry and said she'd look into it further. (Before that it was as though case was closed.) He called me a few short days later and told me it had been reduced significantly. From then on he would say, "if you need anything done, get Erlene." It was a "just between us" joke. He used that phrase many times after that, including after he fell and was in the hospital.
Marilyn's Memories
My Thoughts and Memories of Louise Omer Jacob:
Right from the beginning I think Mom sensed that I needed a family experience that the Jacob family could provide. She always had unconditional love. I could always talk to her and feel like I belonged to something wonderful. When I grow up, I want to be just like her!
One of my favorite experiences with Mom was when we girls took Jessie to see her in the hospital. We thought we were being sneaky when we put a baby blanket over him and carried him in like a baby. Jessie even cooperated and didn’t make a fuss. After we successfully smuggled him into the room, we tried to keep him hidden. One of the nurses burst our bubble, when he said that they saw us putting a blanket over Jessie in the parking lot. (We didn’t see any cameras!) The nurse then added that they would like to see more people bringing the patient’s pets into their private rooms. It was good therapy.
My Thoughts and Memories of Earl Isaac Jacob:
Dad was a shy, sweet, gentle man. Being shy myself I didn’t get to know him as well as Mom until after Mom died. He too was just what I needed. My biological father was gruff and yelled a lot.
My favorite memories with Dad were taking him to Chuck-O-Rama and Golden Corral for dinner. But best of all, I liked taking him homemade pies and rolls. We would sit around the table and I would ask him to tell me some family stories.
One time I apologized to Dad for not being as outgoing and attentive as the other girls. I told him I loved him, but I wasn’t very good at showing my love. He said, “I know dear, and I love you too!”
Thanks, Heavenly Father for leading me to a family where I could learn about unconditional love. How I love Mom and Dad, David, Lewis, Roger, Farrell, Lori, Erlene, Kathie and Ann. And I sure do love the hugs!!!
My Thoughts and Memories of Louise Omer Jacob:
Right from the beginning I think Mom sensed that I needed a family experience that the Jacob family could provide. She always had unconditional love. I could always talk to her and feel like I belonged to something wonderful. When I grow up, I want to be just like her!
One of my favorite experiences with Mom was when we girls took Jessie to see her in the hospital. We thought we were being sneaky when we put a baby blanket over him and carried him in like a baby. Jessie even cooperated and didn’t make a fuss. After we successfully smuggled him into the room, we tried to keep him hidden. One of the nurses burst our bubble, when he said that they saw us putting a blanket over Jessie in the parking lot. (We didn’t see any cameras!) The nurse then added that they would like to see more people bringing the patient’s pets into their private rooms. It was good therapy.
My Thoughts and Memories of Earl Isaac Jacob:
Dad was a shy, sweet, gentle man. Being shy myself I didn’t get to know him as well as Mom until after Mom died. He too was just what I needed. My biological father was gruff and yelled a lot.
My favorite memories with Dad were taking him to Chuck-O-Rama and Golden Corral for dinner. But best of all, I liked taking him homemade pies and rolls. We would sit around the table and I would ask him to tell me some family stories.
One time I apologized to Dad for not being as outgoing and attentive as the other girls. I told him I loved him, but I wasn’t very good at showing my love. He said, “I know dear, and I love you too!”
Thanks, Heavenly Father for leading me to a family where I could learn about unconditional love. How I love Mom and Dad, David, Lewis, Roger, Farrell, Lori, Erlene, Kathie and Ann. And I sure do love the hugs!!!
Ann's Memories
My Memories of Earl & Louise Jacob:
My first recollection was being invited by Louise to the temple. I’d had a very late night. Not getting to bed until about 1am. Earl & Louise picked me up around 5:30am. We walked into the Provo Temple together & I showed my recommend. The brother at the desk said “I’m sorry Sister Eldredge but your recommend is expired.” My heart fell to my toes! I had to sit in the foyer & wait for them to go through an endowment session. As I sat there, the thoughts that went through my mind were that this could be the position I could possibly be in when the Savior comes again! I’m sorry but your recommend has expired, you can’t enter there!
I had all good reasons why this had happened! My 2yr. old son had a compound fracture of his femur & was in traction for 3 1/2 weeks. I was expecting my fourth child so it was very difficult to carry him back & forth to the bathroom with a body cast after they released him from the hospital. My daughter got tonsillitis and they abscessed and then she had them removed, our car got repossessed, my husband was in the hospital twice with kidney stones, the second time he was released I went into labor that night to deliver my baby. Then we moved and my husband had double hernia surgery.
I just had not taken the opportunity to attend the temple. No matter what my excuses were, my recommend had expired. I committed that I would never be in that situation again.
While living in that area, many things happened. Just a few examples were: When the February thaw came and my husband was recovering from hernia surgery, our basement flooded because the drain was full of concrete. I was down trying to haul big buckets of ice and water out of our basement. I started having severe back pain and ended up in the ER. For 3 months I was bed-bound. I was expecting and would hemorrhage every 2 weeks so I couldn’t do anything but go to the bathroom and shower. After the 3 months they had to take my baby because I was dying and so was my baby. In the 2 pregnancies that followed I would get everything that came around. I would either puke or cough until I started having contractions. A specific time that I remember Ted and Don were hunting, Erlene and I had taken the kids to a movie. That evening I started having contractions. Erlene rode with Tom and Kathy to go find Ted and Don. This was October and my baby was not due until March. Earl and Louise stayed with me and my children never making us feel that it was an inconvenience. Being so kind and understanding. That night I was taken to the ER and sent home with medications. The meds knocked me out. When I woke up the next morning Louise was sitting at my side holding my hand.
She was always the first one to wish me happy birthday whether on my doorstep or a phone call.
I remember the sweet Christmas parties that we enjoyed with them and the other daughters in the family.
I remember her “strawberry yummy!”
I remember how much she loved to share about her boys, Lorie, and their families. Earl along with each of you were the most important individuals in her life.
I remember our sweet visits with each of them.
We moved away so I missed not being able to see them, but we still kept in contact. After I moved back to Utah we were able to visit them again more often.
I remember the day that Earl and I were with Louise when she had her last “procedure.” The 3 of us had been pleasantly visiting, laughing and enjoying the time that we had together. When they came to get Louise, she laughed and said “I’ll see you after my procedure!” As the clock kept ticking, I felt that something was wrong. The doctor finally came out and reported that they had made a little mistake and nicked a vein, so she almost bled to death on the operating table. When they wheeled her out, if I would not have seen her breathing, I would have thought she was gone, she looked that bad. She fought and fought but I could tell that she was declining quickly. We were so honored to be a part of the special farewell to her the day that she passed through the veil. We could tell that it was so hard for Earl but because of his unselfish love for her, he knew he had to let her go.
I remember him driving up by himself to be with me when I had my second cancer surgery at the Huntsman hospital. I had no idea he was coming and there he stood. That meant so much to me at that difficult time.
I remember the wonderful visits, adventures and times spent with him.
I remember Dan taking him to Golden Corral on their Veteran’s Day remembrance meals. We had some good visits about his military experiences.
I remember how much he enjoyed marshmallow and caramel shakes!
It was so fun to celebrate his 95-th birthday at our home, his last birthday. It was nice to be able to show him in a small part how much he is loved!
One of the last activities that we did with him was to go to the movie “The Fighting Preacher.” He really enjoyed this movie. When the movie was over, they turned on the lights and there stood T. C. Christensen (producer of the movie) and the female star of the movie! He thought that was pretty cool!
Our plan was to take him up the canyon to see the changing leaves and to Wallsburg to see the amazing antique car museum. We felt so terrible that he had fallen. We are grateful that he didn’t have to suffer any longer and that he is home with his sweetheart forever!
I will forever be grateful to be included as one of their daughters! I am so grateful to know that these relationships will continue beyond the veil. They have been a wonderful example to me and I hope in some way that they can know and feel of my love and appreciation for all that they are and all that they have done for me and my family.
I am so grateful to be accepted as a sister into your wonderful family.
My Memories of Earl & Louise Jacob:
My first recollection was being invited by Louise to the temple. I’d had a very late night. Not getting to bed until about 1am. Earl & Louise picked me up around 5:30am. We walked into the Provo Temple together & I showed my recommend. The brother at the desk said “I’m sorry Sister Eldredge but your recommend is expired.” My heart fell to my toes! I had to sit in the foyer & wait for them to go through an endowment session. As I sat there, the thoughts that went through my mind were that this could be the position I could possibly be in when the Savior comes again! I’m sorry but your recommend has expired, you can’t enter there!
I had all good reasons why this had happened! My 2yr. old son had a compound fracture of his femur & was in traction for 3 1/2 weeks. I was expecting my fourth child so it was very difficult to carry him back & forth to the bathroom with a body cast after they released him from the hospital. My daughter got tonsillitis and they abscessed and then she had them removed, our car got repossessed, my husband was in the hospital twice with kidney stones, the second time he was released I went into labor that night to deliver my baby. Then we moved and my husband had double hernia surgery.
I just had not taken the opportunity to attend the temple. No matter what my excuses were, my recommend had expired. I committed that I would never be in that situation again.
While living in that area, many things happened. Just a few examples were: When the February thaw came and my husband was recovering from hernia surgery, our basement flooded because the drain was full of concrete. I was down trying to haul big buckets of ice and water out of our basement. I started having severe back pain and ended up in the ER. For 3 months I was bed-bound. I was expecting and would hemorrhage every 2 weeks so I couldn’t do anything but go to the bathroom and shower. After the 3 months they had to take my baby because I was dying and so was my baby. In the 2 pregnancies that followed I would get everything that came around. I would either puke or cough until I started having contractions. A specific time that I remember Ted and Don were hunting, Erlene and I had taken the kids to a movie. That evening I started having contractions. Erlene rode with Tom and Kathy to go find Ted and Don. This was October and my baby was not due until March. Earl and Louise stayed with me and my children never making us feel that it was an inconvenience. Being so kind and understanding. That night I was taken to the ER and sent home with medications. The meds knocked me out. When I woke up the next morning Louise was sitting at my side holding my hand.
She was always the first one to wish me happy birthday whether on my doorstep or a phone call.
I remember the sweet Christmas parties that we enjoyed with them and the other daughters in the family.
I remember her “strawberry yummy!”
I remember how much she loved to share about her boys, Lorie, and their families. Earl along with each of you were the most important individuals in her life.
I remember our sweet visits with each of them.
We moved away so I missed not being able to see them, but we still kept in contact. After I moved back to Utah we were able to visit them again more often.
I remember the day that Earl and I were with Louise when she had her last “procedure.” The 3 of us had been pleasantly visiting, laughing and enjoying the time that we had together. When they came to get Louise, she laughed and said “I’ll see you after my procedure!” As the clock kept ticking, I felt that something was wrong. The doctor finally came out and reported that they had made a little mistake and nicked a vein, so she almost bled to death on the operating table. When they wheeled her out, if I would not have seen her breathing, I would have thought she was gone, she looked that bad. She fought and fought but I could tell that she was declining quickly. We were so honored to be a part of the special farewell to her the day that she passed through the veil. We could tell that it was so hard for Earl but because of his unselfish love for her, he knew he had to let her go.
I remember him driving up by himself to be with me when I had my second cancer surgery at the Huntsman hospital. I had no idea he was coming and there he stood. That meant so much to me at that difficult time.
I remember the wonderful visits, adventures and times spent with him.
I remember Dan taking him to Golden Corral on their Veteran’s Day remembrance meals. We had some good visits about his military experiences.
I remember how much he enjoyed marshmallow and caramel shakes!
It was so fun to celebrate his 95-th birthday at our home, his last birthday. It was nice to be able to show him in a small part how much he is loved!
One of the last activities that we did with him was to go to the movie “The Fighting Preacher.” He really enjoyed this movie. When the movie was over, they turned on the lights and there stood T. C. Christensen (producer of the movie) and the female star of the movie! He thought that was pretty cool!
Our plan was to take him up the canyon to see the changing leaves and to Wallsburg to see the amazing antique car museum. We felt so terrible that he had fallen. We are grateful that he didn’t have to suffer any longer and that he is home with his sweetheart forever!
I will forever be grateful to be included as one of their daughters! I am so grateful to know that these relationships will continue beyond the veil. They have been a wonderful example to me and I hope in some way that they can know and feel of my love and appreciation for all that they are and all that they have done for me and my family.
I am so grateful to be accepted as a sister into your wonderful family.
