My heart cries as once again we lose another family member. Sometimes there are no words left to describe or explain, except it was way too soon to lose this lovely 32 year old daughter of my special first cousin. Christina Clarke passed away suddenly in England this weekend, of unknown causes. Her mother Camille (my cousin) flies to England today to help her son in law with all the details. Camille had just lost her husband in the spring this year, and lost her Mother just last spring. Her father is also gone, a few short years ago. I do try hard to hold onto understanding and faith, to know that indeed they are in God’s hands and we will see them again, but sometimes my peace and understanding is shattered by the pain. I love my Cousins so much and many prayers and heartfelt hugs are being sent to all the Bammes Family.
Our beloved cousin Veldon passed away last week, and family gathered from far and wide for the funeral in Fredonia, followed by the Interment in Kanab cemetery.
He taught school for a long time, and was much loved by his community and family. Fishing was a large part of his life, especially fly fishing, and his dream was to come visit the Gorge again and go fishing with Boyce Black, but time got away from him. Working in the LDS temple in St. George, Utah was a frequent occurrence weekly in recent time, and it was while working there in a very spiritual setting that he slipped out of this life and into the next. I figured that Heavenly Father had taken his hand and pulled him through that veil because he needed help with something on the other side that would help others. That was just the kind of man he was. I forget how many missions he and his sweet wife Ida Lou had been on, at least 2 or 3. Always encouraging and helping others, he also had a marvelous way of making people laugh at life. Humor was a large part of our family, and it continues down the line
our bro Boyce and his wife Kathleen Black gave me the ride to the funeral, and bro Dennis Black and his wife Donetta also came from Iowa for the event. We got to stay with my Aunt Mary Stevens who must be in her mid 90’s now I suppose. Hurray for a wonderful man’s life well celebrated! Hurray for family!
Some of you remember me heading with Boyce to Utah last spring for a funeral also.. another cousin in the Black family line. Dan Bammes, JoAnn Blackburn,Camille Price and Bruce Bammes are more of my cousin network related through my Dad and their Mom. There are so many more! I feel like as we lose our elders it is all the more important to connect with our cousins and help to support one another and love one another.
Our Mother, Nina Black, was born Nina Stevens on May 18, 1913 in Mt. Carmel, Utah; and died of a stroke, peacefully in the home of her son Boyce on November 7, 2003 in White Salmon, Washington, seven years after her husband, Claude Elias Black (May 8, 2008- Thanksgiving Day 1996). Nina took her last breaths holding hands with Boyce and myself and surrounded by three generations of her descendants singing her favorite hymns to her as she passed through that veil between worlds. Claude had a quick heart attack after a Thanksgiving Dinner with the large family, and passed away on his own bed with his boots still on, just the way he would have liked. His last breaths went through me as I did CPR and I knew beyond doubt that he was ready to go, I could feel him so strongly.
As a young girl growing up in southern Utah, Nina remembered her first schoolbus was a horse drawn Sleigh in the winter. A trip to Kanab, 20 some miles away, took half a day travel time down the old creek bed, watching out for quicksand areas. Her Mother, Mabel May Stevens, always had flowers on their piano, and many of her 10 brothers and sisters loved to sing and play music. Their Father, Hyrum Wallace Stevens was a hard working man with a farm, and several cows. Life was hard but full of love, fresh garden produce and plenty of milk!
Nina grew into a lovely young woman
and she met a handsome young man
Claude was her School Bus Driver for awhile, and the day after Nina Graduated from High School they headed off to St. George to be married in the LDS Temple, Sadly, the car broke down on the way and by the time Claude got it fixed and they made it to St. George the Temple was closed. Claude had to be at Sheep camp the next day, so they found the Bishop and some witnesses and arranged a civil marriage. After the summer working at the camp (Mom cooked, Dad was a Sheep herder), they returned to the Temple and got sealed for eternity.
The next 18 years found them moving around following work during the depression, having each child in a different town and in 4 states. After living in Utah (Dad was a mechanic in Glendale, Utah), California (Orange Orchards), Arizona, and Idaho, (Mechanic and driver on road construction), The Depression was hard times, often with so very little food for the family. One time about all they had was a little flour, and they found a 50 pound bag of onions laying by the road. They had baked onions, fried onions, onion soup, and were grateful. Claude brought the family to Washington in 1950 to help his brother Clell Black with a Service Station in Husum, and it became the home they had been searching for. Raising their teenage kids here was wonderful. Dad worked at Hunsaker’s and then at Ford Garage in Bingen, and I am told the house was always full of kids. Mom said she had to count the sleeping bags on the lawn or the living room floor depending on the season to know how many kids she had that day to cook for. To this day there are many who call Claude and Nina Mom and Dad, kids who stayed with us or came over for meals often, kids with troubled homes that my folks took under their wings.
I was fortunate to be born and raised in White Salmon, and went with Mom and Dad everywhere.
Mother was the teacher in life who most taught me to “Love one Another” by example, by actions. Love of beauty in nature was her legacy, seeing the Divine in others was her trademark. Humor was a joy shared with Mom and Dad… laughter and hugs filled our home. This amazing woman raised 6 children, and always had time for a hug and love… or cookies and homemade rootbeer, or homemade icecream.
My wonderful brothers sadly left home for Navy, Army and College by the time I was 4 and my sister had already gotten married, so at times it was like being an only child, but when they were around they spoiled me rotten.
Claude and Nina lost their oldest son Sheldon in a hunting accident…and then had me 1 1/2 years later. My growing up memories were of a happy mother full of love and joy… willing to wade with me in the creek, throw a snowball at age 75, and kiss away all the pains. I have often wondered in recent years how she did it… and then I know. It was because of her absolute faith in God and in what comes after death. She knew she would see her son again, he was not really gone… and so the pain was less sharp. Her faith nourished her Husband, and all her Children; Nora, Sheldon, Dennis, Roger, Boyce, and myself.
I am always amazed at the strength of my parents… Not long before they lost Sheldon, Grandpa Alvin Black died of a heart attack in Husum where he had come to help his sons build a home for Clell and Allie. In the spring after losing Sheldon, Mom and Dad took their first EVER child free weekend trip to the coast, camping at Copalis Beach in Washington. That is where I was conceived just when they thought they were nearly done raising children. Mom was 45 and Dad was 50. Then, while pregnant with me, Mom’s Mom passed away back in Utah and she made the journey for the funeral. After all of this, still these amazing people said only kind things and raised me with joy and love.
Nina loved this land. Daily she would point out a lovely hat on Mount Hood or Mount Adams, or some lovely flowers blooming along the roads. Summers were spent wading in the Lewis River, filling our pockets with rocks while Dad filled his bag with fish. The smallest or largest moments of beauty around us were pointed out and appreciated.
Up until a week before her 90th birthday, Mom was still sewing patchwork quilts up on her old Singer Treadle sewing machine. Many of those quilts contained memories… as material salvaged from clothing was often used in her quilts.
Perfect Crystalline Frost on the early morning plants reminds me of my Mother, who taught me to always notice the moments of beauty in all seasons. In the background on this photo, we see Mt. Adams, one of her favorites… and I see it now as her faith, enduring to the end.
Mother and Father, we love you!!!