Last Name: Wheeler
First Name: Doris
Age: F
Gender: 90
Cemetery: Ririe-Shelton, Idaho
Birth Date: 7 Mar 1904
Birth Place: Holcombe, Wisconsin
Date Died: 25 Apr 1994
Death Place: Ririe, Idaho
Father: Fred William Hennekens
Mother: Anne Gourdoux
Spouse: Blaine Wheeler, md 26 Feb 1927, Idaho Falls, Idaho. Died 1966.
Sources: Post Register, Idaho Falls, Idaho, 29 Apr 1994, pg B-3.
Remarks: Buck-Sullivan Funeral Home, Idaho Falls, Idaho.
Memories of Grandma Wheeler
As a young girl I always loved my Grandma Wheeler; she was one of my favorite people. I loved to go up
to her place and work in the garden and with the animals. We had a farm, but we didn’t have any animals and it was always more fun to work in the garden and kitchen with Grandma than with Mom and my siblings around. She just had a way about her that said work is serious, but can be enjoyable.
She always told me that if I enjoyed my work I would be happy no matter what I was doing.
Her parents were from Germany and she grew up in the forests and farmlands of Wisconsin. She knew the value of family, hard-work, and faith. In the early 1920s her and her older sister went west to Idaho for work. It has been said by family members that they went to find husbands, although I never heard Grandma neither admit nor deny that statement. She worked as a practical nurse, her sister taught school, and both found their lifetime sweethearts.
I was raised in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but my mother had grown up Catholic. I loved going to mass with Grandma, especially in the days when I had to cover my hair, because she had such interesting hats. I was allowed to go to mass with her the first Sunday of April and October, provided that we listen to General Conference on the way there and on the way home. My small town was 99% Mormon, so it was my experiences with her that taught me how Jesus loves everyone and we
needed to not look at people differently because of their skin, their language, or their religious beliefs.
She was a great cook, but she was fabulous baker. When I was older, a cousin and I tried to get Grandma’s recipes, but she didn’t really follow any recipes she just mixed the necessary ingredients “by the way it feels”, and then would add special items for beauty, taste, or both. Still we would watch and transcribe but nothing ever came out like Grandma’s.
When I was young, less than 5 years, I would stand on a small ladder to reach into the deep farm sink
and carefully wash and candle the eggs for market. It wasn’t long after this I was given the responsibility
to gather eggs. I did not enjoy this! The chickens and roosters were mean and would chase me around
the pen. Sometimes I would drop the eggs that I had gathered, and I knew I would disappoint Grandma.
There was never anything about this job that I liked, and to this day I cannot be confined with anything
that has feathers without becoming very anxious. Those darn ol’ chickens, anyway.
Grandma was a woman with many sayings that out of the blue will just come to me…some are pieces of
wisdom and some make me laugh, but all add to the importance of simplicity and relevance of life, such as “I have lived long enough that I only need to remember the things I choose.”
Science says that the olfactory sense lies deeper in the memory than any of our other senses. She has
been gone for 21 years now, and still 22 hours of the day I do not like the smell of coffee. But first thing
in the morning, at dawn when it is time to milk the cows, the smell of fresh brewed coffee fills me with
wonderful sweet memories of Grandma Wheeler and the farm where life was good and learning the value of hard work was so important. (Memories of granddaughter, Benita)
First Name: Doris
Age: F
Gender: 90
Cemetery: Ririe-Shelton, Idaho
Birth Date: 7 Mar 1904
Birth Place: Holcombe, Wisconsin
Date Died: 25 Apr 1994
Death Place: Ririe, Idaho
Father: Fred William Hennekens
Mother: Anne Gourdoux
Spouse: Blaine Wheeler, md 26 Feb 1927, Idaho Falls, Idaho. Died 1966.
Sources: Post Register, Idaho Falls, Idaho, 29 Apr 1994, pg B-3.
Remarks: Buck-Sullivan Funeral Home, Idaho Falls, Idaho.
Memories of Grandma Wheeler
As a young girl I always loved my Grandma Wheeler; she was one of my favorite people. I loved to go up
to her place and work in the garden and with the animals. We had a farm, but we didn’t have any animals and it was always more fun to work in the garden and kitchen with Grandma than with Mom and my siblings around. She just had a way about her that said work is serious, but can be enjoyable.
She always told me that if I enjoyed my work I would be happy no matter what I was doing.
Her parents were from Germany and she grew up in the forests and farmlands of Wisconsin. She knew the value of family, hard-work, and faith. In the early 1920s her and her older sister went west to Idaho for work. It has been said by family members that they went to find husbands, although I never heard Grandma neither admit nor deny that statement. She worked as a practical nurse, her sister taught school, and both found their lifetime sweethearts.
I was raised in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but my mother had grown up Catholic. I loved going to mass with Grandma, especially in the days when I had to cover my hair, because she had such interesting hats. I was allowed to go to mass with her the first Sunday of April and October, provided that we listen to General Conference on the way there and on the way home. My small town was 99% Mormon, so it was my experiences with her that taught me how Jesus loves everyone and we
needed to not look at people differently because of their skin, their language, or their religious beliefs.
She was a great cook, but she was fabulous baker. When I was older, a cousin and I tried to get Grandma’s recipes, but she didn’t really follow any recipes she just mixed the necessary ingredients “by the way it feels”, and then would add special items for beauty, taste, or both. Still we would watch and transcribe but nothing ever came out like Grandma’s.
When I was young, less than 5 years, I would stand on a small ladder to reach into the deep farm sink
and carefully wash and candle the eggs for market. It wasn’t long after this I was given the responsibility
to gather eggs. I did not enjoy this! The chickens and roosters were mean and would chase me around
the pen. Sometimes I would drop the eggs that I had gathered, and I knew I would disappoint Grandma.
There was never anything about this job that I liked, and to this day I cannot be confined with anything
that has feathers without becoming very anxious. Those darn ol’ chickens, anyway.
Grandma was a woman with many sayings that out of the blue will just come to me…some are pieces of
wisdom and some make me laugh, but all add to the importance of simplicity and relevance of life, such as “I have lived long enough that I only need to remember the things I choose.”
Science says that the olfactory sense lies deeper in the memory than any of our other senses. She has
been gone for 21 years now, and still 22 hours of the day I do not like the smell of coffee. But first thing
in the morning, at dawn when it is time to milk the cows, the smell of fresh brewed coffee fills me with
wonderful sweet memories of Grandma Wheeler and the farm where life was good and learning the value of hard work was so important. (Memories of granddaughter, Benita)
Last Name: Wheeler
First Name: Doris
Age: F
Gender: 90
Cemetery: Ririe-Shelton, Idaho
Birth Date: 7 Mar 1904
Birth Place: Holcombe, Wisconsin
Date Died: 25 Apr 1994
Death Place: Ririe, Idaho
Father: Fred William Hennekens
Mother: Anne Gourdoux
Spouse: Blaine Wheeler, md 26 Feb 1927, Idaho Falls, Idaho. Died 1966.
Sources: Post Register, Idaho Falls, Idaho, 29 Apr 1994, pg B-3.
Remarks: Buck-Sullivan Funeral Home, Idaho Falls, Idaho.
Memories of Grandma Wheeler
As a young girl I always loved my Grandma Wheeler; she was one of my favorite people. I loved to go up
to her place and work in the garden and with the animals. We had a farm, but we didn’t have any animals and it was always more fun to work in the garden and kitchen with Grandma than with Mom and my siblings around. She just had a way about her that said work is serious, but can be enjoyable.
She always told me that if I enjoyed my work I would be happy no matter what I was doing.
Her parents were from Germany and she grew up in the forests and farmlands of Wisconsin. She knew the value of family, hard-work, and faith. In the early 1920s her and her older sister went west to Idaho for work. It has been said by family members that they went to find husbands, although I never heard Grandma neither admit nor deny that statement. She worked as a practical nurse, her sister taught school, and both found their lifetime sweethearts.
I was raised in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but my mother had grown up Catholic. I loved going to mass with Grandma, especially in the days when I had to cover my hair, because she had such interesting hats. I was allowed to go to mass with her the first Sunday of April and October, provided that we listen to General Conference on the way there and on the way home. My small town was 99% Mormon, so it was my experiences with her that taught me how Jesus loves everyone and we
needed to not look at people differently because of their skin, their language, or their religious beliefs.
She was a great cook, but she was fabulous baker. When I was older, a cousin and I tried to get Grandma’s recipes, but she didn’t really follow any recipes she just mixed the necessary ingredients “by the way it feels”, and then would add special items for beauty, taste, or both. Still we would watch and transcribe but nothing ever came out like Grandma’s.
When I was young, less than 5 years, I would stand on a small ladder to reach into the deep farm sink
and carefully wash and candle the eggs for market. It wasn’t long after this I was given the responsibility
to gather eggs. I did not enjoy this! The chickens and roosters were mean and would chase me around
the pen. Sometimes I would drop the eggs that I had gathered, and I knew I would disappoint Grandma.
There was never anything about this job that I liked, and to this day I cannot be confined with anything
that has feathers without becoming very anxious. Those darn ol’ chickens, anyway.
Grandma was a woman with many sayings that out of the blue will just come to me…some are pieces of
wisdom and some make me laugh, but all add to the importance of simplicity and relevance of life, such as “I have lived long enough that I only need to remember the things I choose.”
Science says that the olfactory sense lies deeper in the memory than any of our other senses. She has
been gone for 21 years now, and still 22 hours of the day I do not like the smell of coffee. But first thing
in the morning, at dawn when it is time to milk the cows, the smell of fresh brewed coffee fills me with
wonderful sweet memories of Grandma Wheeler and the farm where life was good and learning the value of hard work was so important. (Memories of granddaughter, Benita)
First Name: Doris
Age: F
Gender: 90
Cemetery: Ririe-Shelton, Idaho
Birth Date: 7 Mar 1904
Birth Place: Holcombe, Wisconsin
Date Died: 25 Apr 1994
Death Place: Ririe, Idaho
Father: Fred William Hennekens
Mother: Anne Gourdoux
Spouse: Blaine Wheeler, md 26 Feb 1927, Idaho Falls, Idaho. Died 1966.
Sources: Post Register, Idaho Falls, Idaho, 29 Apr 1994, pg B-3.
Remarks: Buck-Sullivan Funeral Home, Idaho Falls, Idaho.
Memories of Grandma Wheeler
As a young girl I always loved my Grandma Wheeler; she was one of my favorite people. I loved to go up
to her place and work in the garden and with the animals. We had a farm, but we didn’t have any animals and it was always more fun to work in the garden and kitchen with Grandma than with Mom and my siblings around. She just had a way about her that said work is serious, but can be enjoyable.
She always told me that if I enjoyed my work I would be happy no matter what I was doing.
Her parents were from Germany and she grew up in the forests and farmlands of Wisconsin. She knew the value of family, hard-work, and faith. In the early 1920s her and her older sister went west to Idaho for work. It has been said by family members that they went to find husbands, although I never heard Grandma neither admit nor deny that statement. She worked as a practical nurse, her sister taught school, and both found their lifetime sweethearts.
I was raised in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but my mother had grown up Catholic. I loved going to mass with Grandma, especially in the days when I had to cover my hair, because she had such interesting hats. I was allowed to go to mass with her the first Sunday of April and October, provided that we listen to General Conference on the way there and on the way home. My small town was 99% Mormon, so it was my experiences with her that taught me how Jesus loves everyone and we
needed to not look at people differently because of their skin, their language, or their religious beliefs.
She was a great cook, but she was fabulous baker. When I was older, a cousin and I tried to get Grandma’s recipes, but she didn’t really follow any recipes she just mixed the necessary ingredients “by the way it feels”, and then would add special items for beauty, taste, or both. Still we would watch and transcribe but nothing ever came out like Grandma’s.
When I was young, less than 5 years, I would stand on a small ladder to reach into the deep farm sink
and carefully wash and candle the eggs for market. It wasn’t long after this I was given the responsibility
to gather eggs. I did not enjoy this! The chickens and roosters were mean and would chase me around
the pen. Sometimes I would drop the eggs that I had gathered, and I knew I would disappoint Grandma.
There was never anything about this job that I liked, and to this day I cannot be confined with anything
that has feathers without becoming very anxious. Those darn ol’ chickens, anyway.
Grandma was a woman with many sayings that out of the blue will just come to me…some are pieces of
wisdom and some make me laugh, but all add to the importance of simplicity and relevance of life, such as “I have lived long enough that I only need to remember the things I choose.”
Science says that the olfactory sense lies deeper in the memory than any of our other senses. She has
been gone for 21 years now, and still 22 hours of the day I do not like the smell of coffee. But first thing
in the morning, at dawn when it is time to milk the cows, the smell of fresh brewed coffee fills me with
wonderful sweet memories of Grandma Wheeler and the farm where life was good and learning the value of hard work was so important. (Memories of granddaughter, Benita)
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