Mona loved her family. She took piano lessons (and some organ lessons) until about the time she died. I loved waking up in the mornings to hear her practicing classical music. She encouraged her eight daughters to sing and was always there to play the piano for us.
She loved her son, too!
Mona played the piano for years at the Metcalf Funeral Home.
Mona worked as a lunch lady for years at the elementary school. She also enjoyed her volunteer work at the St. George family history center.
My memories of mom
Mom and Dad didn't have much money to give us, and what they had they willingly shared with us. Once Mom wrote a check out to one of my sisters with a note that said, "I wish I could sign this--I wanted to be able to give you this much money." They didn't have money but they spent their whole lives building memories. Those have been ever so precious over the years--and even more so now that's what we have left of Mom.
Friends, neighbors and cousins were always welcome in our home and they loved to come--ours was always a noisy busy home, and we loved being there--It was always hectic and hard on her, but she put up with us. I think some of the reasons Mom put up with it all, was, she had been an active, busy child herself-- She & her brother had climbed on the roof of their 2 story home; lit pieces of paper with matches and watched them float to the ground from a little building; tried to catch baby chickens with their feet; and many other things. According to my Grandma, Mom and Norman were little terrors and kept her hopping-- Mom must have remembered what it was like to be a child. She allowed us to experiment & grow and be inquisitive.
Mom put up with Dad's scouts and camping & fishing trips. Somehow she always managed to go into labor when he was ready to leave or already on one of his trips. She even put up with going to reunions--camping with a ton of kids & babies in diapers before there was such a thing as paper diapers. We loved those family reunions. Mom worried a lot, but allowed us to play in the lake and little streams catching polliwogs and horned toads on the mountains. She tried to keep us neat and clean in the mountain--poor mom.
I remember helping her bake and serve refreshments for the Troop leaders council in our home. She was so proud of Dad's silver Beaver. I wanted to be a scout.
Someone once said--"You know who your Mom's favorite child is don't you?" I thought "I sure do--it's me."
I was in shock when she didn't name me--I knew I was the favorite--I talked to my brother & sisters & they each thought they were her favorite. She was so proud of what each of us are good at--and she let us know it. We especially knew that she supported us.
#71 was the hero when she went to Cedar to Leon's football game, he recovered a fumble and another time he sacked the quarterback. Mom took 10 programs.
She loved beautiful things--roses, her girls in frilly dresses, the family being together on family night, the girls singing--Oh, how tired we got of singing "You Can Make the Pathway Bright." We could have been the Osmonds in reverse-- Poor mom, we had other interests, and she allowed us to pursue them.
She put up with rock collections, numerous cats & dogs & horses and gerbils and I think even a bird. I did make her green plant she had kept green for 16 years bloom and mom was happy with that and thrilled I didn't kill it. She put up with me saying I was going to be a famous scientist and didn't need Home Ec. With Geri, she was proud of her music, and Diana for her artistic abilities.
Mom let us climb the Red Hill, but we had to keep watching-- when she waved a white sheet it was time to climb back down and come home. Mom let us dress up all the time and bought crepe paper for our millions of parades around the block. She was great about doing things like putting cocoa on my little sisters faces for songs like "Everybody call me Honey". She let Geri have a pretend wedding with a little neighbor boy and even baked a cake for it.
I loved to go shopping with mom. For several of us, it was never the same going alone--even though our tastes were different.
I always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world when she was pregnant and leading the singing. I wanted to be a pretty as her. I loved to wake up in the mornings to her piano playing--She loved music and loved to play the piano. She grew so much through the piano lessons from Lu Jennings--We appreciate you Lu.
We had to be careful what we told Mom, because it would be all over town, but that was only because she cared and she had so many friends. Because of that network, she found out I was pregnant when I was 2200 miles away and we were not going to tell anyone for a while.
She loved to talk to people--being in the hospital was so hard for her. She got too tired to communicate. It seemed like forever to her. She wanted to be home.
She loved her friends and her piano lessons. Lu gave her great self-esteem. She liked the swimming exercises and tried very hard. Whatever she did, she gave her all. She especially loved the Ideals magazines, and had lots of them.
It was hard on her and me when I was the first to leave and went 2200 miles away and had 3 babies there-- She was glad when I moved back and she could help me with my 4th baby. We had a wonderful time--I wanted her to stay forever, but after almost a week, she was homesick for Dad & the other kids-- She loved her family--including her Mom and her brother & sisters.
She loved to help other people. I remember when a Native American man, Smokey, who used to come to our house asking for money. Mom would always have us fix him up a whole bag of sandwiches for him to take to eat. Although she had 9 children she applied for and Indian student.
Mom and Dad--Our lives were rich with love.
Mom and dad went to California once and Mom had a chance to be on Queen for a Day. She didn't make it--but Mom--I hope you know you are our Queen--Not just for a day.
Your soul shall live on forever, through the love you gave us and the love of music and the acceptance of us when we did wrong, or had problems in our lives. You cried and you worried, but you loved us. Thanks, Mom.
More of the biography of Mona may be found at the usgenweb site:
http://www.lofthouse.com/USA/Utah/washington/history/mona-b.html
She loved her son, too!
Mona played the piano for years at the Metcalf Funeral Home.
Mona worked as a lunch lady for years at the elementary school. She also enjoyed her volunteer work at the St. George family history center.
My memories of mom
Mom and Dad didn't have much money to give us, and what they had they willingly shared with us. Once Mom wrote a check out to one of my sisters with a note that said, "I wish I could sign this--I wanted to be able to give you this much money." They didn't have money but they spent their whole lives building memories. Those have been ever so precious over the years--and even more so now that's what we have left of Mom.
Friends, neighbors and cousins were always welcome in our home and they loved to come--ours was always a noisy busy home, and we loved being there--It was always hectic and hard on her, but she put up with us. I think some of the reasons Mom put up with it all, was, she had been an active, busy child herself-- She & her brother had climbed on the roof of their 2 story home; lit pieces of paper with matches and watched them float to the ground from a little building; tried to catch baby chickens with their feet; and many other things. According to my Grandma, Mom and Norman were little terrors and kept her hopping-- Mom must have remembered what it was like to be a child. She allowed us to experiment & grow and be inquisitive.
Mom put up with Dad's scouts and camping & fishing trips. Somehow she always managed to go into labor when he was ready to leave or already on one of his trips. She even put up with going to reunions--camping with a ton of kids & babies in diapers before there was such a thing as paper diapers. We loved those family reunions. Mom worried a lot, but allowed us to play in the lake and little streams catching polliwogs and horned toads on the mountains. She tried to keep us neat and clean in the mountain--poor mom.
I remember helping her bake and serve refreshments for the Troop leaders council in our home. She was so proud of Dad's silver Beaver. I wanted to be a scout.
Someone once said--"You know who your Mom's favorite child is don't you?" I thought "I sure do--it's me."
I was in shock when she didn't name me--I knew I was the favorite--I talked to my brother & sisters & they each thought they were her favorite. She was so proud of what each of us are good at--and she let us know it. We especially knew that she supported us.
#71 was the hero when she went to Cedar to Leon's football game, he recovered a fumble and another time he sacked the quarterback. Mom took 10 programs.
She loved beautiful things--roses, her girls in frilly dresses, the family being together on family night, the girls singing--Oh, how tired we got of singing "You Can Make the Pathway Bright." We could have been the Osmonds in reverse-- Poor mom, we had other interests, and she allowed us to pursue them.
She put up with rock collections, numerous cats & dogs & horses and gerbils and I think even a bird. I did make her green plant she had kept green for 16 years bloom and mom was happy with that and thrilled I didn't kill it. She put up with me saying I was going to be a famous scientist and didn't need Home Ec. With Geri, she was proud of her music, and Diana for her artistic abilities.
Mom let us climb the Red Hill, but we had to keep watching-- when she waved a white sheet it was time to climb back down and come home. Mom let us dress up all the time and bought crepe paper for our millions of parades around the block. She was great about doing things like putting cocoa on my little sisters faces for songs like "Everybody call me Honey". She let Geri have a pretend wedding with a little neighbor boy and even baked a cake for it.
I loved to go shopping with mom. For several of us, it was never the same going alone--even though our tastes were different.
I always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world when she was pregnant and leading the singing. I wanted to be a pretty as her. I loved to wake up in the mornings to her piano playing--She loved music and loved to play the piano. She grew so much through the piano lessons from Lu Jennings--We appreciate you Lu.
We had to be careful what we told Mom, because it would be all over town, but that was only because she cared and she had so many friends. Because of that network, she found out I was pregnant when I was 2200 miles away and we were not going to tell anyone for a while.
She loved to talk to people--being in the hospital was so hard for her. She got too tired to communicate. It seemed like forever to her. She wanted to be home.
She loved her friends and her piano lessons. Lu gave her great self-esteem. She liked the swimming exercises and tried very hard. Whatever she did, she gave her all. She especially loved the Ideals magazines, and had lots of them.
It was hard on her and me when I was the first to leave and went 2200 miles away and had 3 babies there-- She was glad when I moved back and she could help me with my 4th baby. We had a wonderful time--I wanted her to stay forever, but after almost a week, she was homesick for Dad & the other kids-- She loved her family--including her Mom and her brother & sisters.
She loved to help other people. I remember when a Native American man, Smokey, who used to come to our house asking for money. Mom would always have us fix him up a whole bag of sandwiches for him to take to eat. Although she had 9 children she applied for and Indian student.
Mom and Dad--Our lives were rich with love.
Mom and dad went to California once and Mom had a chance to be on Queen for a Day. She didn't make it--but Mom--I hope you know you are our Queen--Not just for a day.
Your soul shall live on forever, through the love you gave us and the love of music and the acceptance of us when we did wrong, or had problems in our lives. You cried and you worried, but you loved us. Thanks, Mom.
More of the biography of Mona may be found at the usgenweb site:
http://www.lofthouse.com/USA/Utah/washington/history/mona-b.html
Mona loved her family. She took piano lessons (and some organ lessons) until about the time she died. I loved waking up in the mornings to hear her practicing classical music. She encouraged her eight daughters to sing and was always there to play the piano for us.
She loved her son, too!
Mona played the piano for years at the Metcalf Funeral Home.
Mona worked as a lunch lady for years at the elementary school. She also enjoyed her volunteer work at the St. George family history center.
My memories of mom
Mom and Dad didn't have much money to give us, and what they had they willingly shared with us. Once Mom wrote a check out to one of my sisters with a note that said, "I wish I could sign this--I wanted to be able to give you this much money." They didn't have money but they spent their whole lives building memories. Those have been ever so precious over the years--and even more so now that's what we have left of Mom.
Friends, neighbors and cousins were always welcome in our home and they loved to come--ours was always a noisy busy home, and we loved being there--It was always hectic and hard on her, but she put up with us. I think some of the reasons Mom put up with it all, was, she had been an active, busy child herself-- She & her brother had climbed on the roof of their 2 story home; lit pieces of paper with matches and watched them float to the ground from a little building; tried to catch baby chickens with their feet; and many other things. According to my Grandma, Mom and Norman were little terrors and kept her hopping-- Mom must have remembered what it was like to be a child. She allowed us to experiment & grow and be inquisitive.
Mom put up with Dad's scouts and camping & fishing trips. Somehow she always managed to go into labor when he was ready to leave or already on one of his trips. She even put up with going to reunions--camping with a ton of kids & babies in diapers before there was such a thing as paper diapers. We loved those family reunions. Mom worried a lot, but allowed us to play in the lake and little streams catching polliwogs and horned toads on the mountains. She tried to keep us neat and clean in the mountain--poor mom.
I remember helping her bake and serve refreshments for the Troop leaders council in our home. She was so proud of Dad's silver Beaver. I wanted to be a scout.
Someone once said--"You know who your Mom's favorite child is don't you?" I thought "I sure do--it's me."
I was in shock when she didn't name me--I knew I was the favorite--I talked to my brother & sisters & they each thought they were her favorite. She was so proud of what each of us are good at--and she let us know it. We especially knew that she supported us.
#71 was the hero when she went to Cedar to Leon's football game, he recovered a fumble and another time he sacked the quarterback. Mom took 10 programs.
She loved beautiful things--roses, her girls in frilly dresses, the family being together on family night, the girls singing--Oh, how tired we got of singing "You Can Make the Pathway Bright." We could have been the Osmonds in reverse-- Poor mom, we had other interests, and she allowed us to pursue them.
She put up with rock collections, numerous cats & dogs & horses and gerbils and I think even a bird. I did make her green plant she had kept green for 16 years bloom and mom was happy with that and thrilled I didn't kill it. She put up with me saying I was going to be a famous scientist and didn't need Home Ec. With Geri, she was proud of her music, and Diana for her artistic abilities.
Mom let us climb the Red Hill, but we had to keep watching-- when she waved a white sheet it was time to climb back down and come home. Mom let us dress up all the time and bought crepe paper for our millions of parades around the block. She was great about doing things like putting cocoa on my little sisters faces for songs like "Everybody call me Honey". She let Geri have a pretend wedding with a little neighbor boy and even baked a cake for it.
I loved to go shopping with mom. For several of us, it was never the same going alone--even though our tastes were different.
I always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world when she was pregnant and leading the singing. I wanted to be a pretty as her. I loved to wake up in the mornings to her piano playing--She loved music and loved to play the piano. She grew so much through the piano lessons from Lu Jennings--We appreciate you Lu.
We had to be careful what we told Mom, because it would be all over town, but that was only because she cared and she had so many friends. Because of that network, she found out I was pregnant when I was 2200 miles away and we were not going to tell anyone for a while.
She loved to talk to people--being in the hospital was so hard for her. She got too tired to communicate. It seemed like forever to her. She wanted to be home.
She loved her friends and her piano lessons. Lu gave her great self-esteem. She liked the swimming exercises and tried very hard. Whatever she did, she gave her all. She especially loved the Ideals magazines, and had lots of them.
It was hard on her and me when I was the first to leave and went 2200 miles away and had 3 babies there-- She was glad when I moved back and she could help me with my 4th baby. We had a wonderful time--I wanted her to stay forever, but after almost a week, she was homesick for Dad & the other kids-- She loved her family--including her Mom and her brother & sisters.
She loved to help other people. I remember when a Native American man, Smokey, who used to come to our house asking for money. Mom would always have us fix him up a whole bag of sandwiches for him to take to eat. Although she had 9 children she applied for and Indian student.
Mom and Dad--Our lives were rich with love.
Mom and dad went to California once and Mom had a chance to be on Queen for a Day. She didn't make it--but Mom--I hope you know you are our Queen--Not just for a day.
Your soul shall live on forever, through the love you gave us and the love of music and the acceptance of us when we did wrong, or had problems in our lives. You cried and you worried, but you loved us. Thanks, Mom.
More of the biography of Mona may be found at the usgenweb site:
http://www.lofthouse.com/USA/Utah/washington/history/mona-b.html
She loved her son, too!
Mona played the piano for years at the Metcalf Funeral Home.
Mona worked as a lunch lady for years at the elementary school. She also enjoyed her volunteer work at the St. George family history center.
My memories of mom
Mom and Dad didn't have much money to give us, and what they had they willingly shared with us. Once Mom wrote a check out to one of my sisters with a note that said, "I wish I could sign this--I wanted to be able to give you this much money." They didn't have money but they spent their whole lives building memories. Those have been ever so precious over the years--and even more so now that's what we have left of Mom.
Friends, neighbors and cousins were always welcome in our home and they loved to come--ours was always a noisy busy home, and we loved being there--It was always hectic and hard on her, but she put up with us. I think some of the reasons Mom put up with it all, was, she had been an active, busy child herself-- She & her brother had climbed on the roof of their 2 story home; lit pieces of paper with matches and watched them float to the ground from a little building; tried to catch baby chickens with their feet; and many other things. According to my Grandma, Mom and Norman were little terrors and kept her hopping-- Mom must have remembered what it was like to be a child. She allowed us to experiment & grow and be inquisitive.
Mom put up with Dad's scouts and camping & fishing trips. Somehow she always managed to go into labor when he was ready to leave or already on one of his trips. She even put up with going to reunions--camping with a ton of kids & babies in diapers before there was such a thing as paper diapers. We loved those family reunions. Mom worried a lot, but allowed us to play in the lake and little streams catching polliwogs and horned toads on the mountains. She tried to keep us neat and clean in the mountain--poor mom.
I remember helping her bake and serve refreshments for the Troop leaders council in our home. She was so proud of Dad's silver Beaver. I wanted to be a scout.
Someone once said--"You know who your Mom's favorite child is don't you?" I thought "I sure do--it's me."
I was in shock when she didn't name me--I knew I was the favorite--I talked to my brother & sisters & they each thought they were her favorite. She was so proud of what each of us are good at--and she let us know it. We especially knew that she supported us.
#71 was the hero when she went to Cedar to Leon's football game, he recovered a fumble and another time he sacked the quarterback. Mom took 10 programs.
She loved beautiful things--roses, her girls in frilly dresses, the family being together on family night, the girls singing--Oh, how tired we got of singing "You Can Make the Pathway Bright." We could have been the Osmonds in reverse-- Poor mom, we had other interests, and she allowed us to pursue them.
She put up with rock collections, numerous cats & dogs & horses and gerbils and I think even a bird. I did make her green plant she had kept green for 16 years bloom and mom was happy with that and thrilled I didn't kill it. She put up with me saying I was going to be a famous scientist and didn't need Home Ec. With Geri, she was proud of her music, and Diana for her artistic abilities.
Mom let us climb the Red Hill, but we had to keep watching-- when she waved a white sheet it was time to climb back down and come home. Mom let us dress up all the time and bought crepe paper for our millions of parades around the block. She was great about doing things like putting cocoa on my little sisters faces for songs like "Everybody call me Honey". She let Geri have a pretend wedding with a little neighbor boy and even baked a cake for it.
I loved to go shopping with mom. For several of us, it was never the same going alone--even though our tastes were different.
I always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world when she was pregnant and leading the singing. I wanted to be a pretty as her. I loved to wake up in the mornings to her piano playing--She loved music and loved to play the piano. She grew so much through the piano lessons from Lu Jennings--We appreciate you Lu.
We had to be careful what we told Mom, because it would be all over town, but that was only because she cared and she had so many friends. Because of that network, she found out I was pregnant when I was 2200 miles away and we were not going to tell anyone for a while.
She loved to talk to people--being in the hospital was so hard for her. She got too tired to communicate. It seemed like forever to her. She wanted to be home.
She loved her friends and her piano lessons. Lu gave her great self-esteem. She liked the swimming exercises and tried very hard. Whatever she did, she gave her all. She especially loved the Ideals magazines, and had lots of them.
It was hard on her and me when I was the first to leave and went 2200 miles away and had 3 babies there-- She was glad when I moved back and she could help me with my 4th baby. We had a wonderful time--I wanted her to stay forever, but after almost a week, she was homesick for Dad & the other kids-- She loved her family--including her Mom and her brother & sisters.
She loved to help other people. I remember when a Native American man, Smokey, who used to come to our house asking for money. Mom would always have us fix him up a whole bag of sandwiches for him to take to eat. Although she had 9 children she applied for and Indian student.
Mom and Dad--Our lives were rich with love.
Mom and dad went to California once and Mom had a chance to be on Queen for a Day. She didn't make it--but Mom--I hope you know you are our Queen--Not just for a day.
Your soul shall live on forever, through the love you gave us and the love of music and the acceptance of us when we did wrong, or had problems in our lives. You cried and you worried, but you loved us. Thanks, Mom.
More of the biography of Mona may be found at the usgenweb site:
http://www.lofthouse.com/USA/Utah/washington/history/mona-b.html
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