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Tuesday, October 4, 2005

To Garth


To: garth@e.emery.k12.ut.us
You called and left a message. I planned to call you back immediately but I didn't get it done. I will still call. I assume evening is best. 
I planned to call on Sunday but it ended up being crazy around here. Charlotte had called Laurel, who then called me, and protested my being included in taking any of Dad's things. I have just taken sentimental items, like an old sailor hat, and some of his caps for my kids. But Charlotte didn't like that because I had never lived in Dad's house. She seemed alright when I was saying that I wanted those things. But then, I guess when she got back to Idaho she reconsidered. Of course, Dad's trust said that we are to divide things four ways. At the heart of it all was a jewelry case that Dad had given me many years ago. He had bought it for Edna and it was the only thing of hers (Rightly so, I shouldn't have had much or even that, for that matter.) that he gave me. The girls took her other belongings, as they should have. She was their mother. Charlotte wanted it and didn't think I should have had it. Anyway, then Laurel called Charlotte back and discovered that she was drunk so, when she sobered up, she didn't remember being cross with me. It is all very interesting. Laurel then was sorry she got involved and called again to apologize. She said she had not taken communion at the Greek Church because of it all. I took President Hinckley's conference talk to heart about being forgiving. It was one of the few talks I actually heard because of all of this. I intend to not take much and to stay in the background as much as possible. 

We are supposed to take back the things we have given Dad over the years. That is also a sad business. I have mostly taken just a few of the books we gave him and a few of the photos that were of our family and him together.

At any rate, I am glad I grew up where I did and with the people who understood me and loved me anyway. Even when I was a brat, you all put up with me. That is really something. 

I appreciate you and Alyce. It was wonderful having you there at the funeral. I was most grateful. Thank you.

I miss your mom! I miss grandma! I miss Richard. I miss your dad and mine. I wonder, could you and I just twinkle and avoid all of this stuff?

Love, Myrna

Twinkle


Saturday and Sunday ended up being crazy around here. Charlotte had called Laurel, who then called me (Saturday), and protested my being included in taking any of Dad's things. I have just taken sentimental items, like an old sailor hat, old sweater, some old photos, a plate and some of his caps. But Charlotte didn't like that because I had never lived in Dad's house. She seemed alright when I was saying that I wanted those things. But then, I guess when she got back to Idaho she reconsidered. Of course, Dad's trust said that we are to divide things four ways. At the heart of it all was the jewelry case that Dad had given me many years ago. He had bought it for Edna and it was the only nice thing of hers (Rightly so, I shouldn't have had much or even that, for that matter.) that he gave me. The girls took her rings and other belongings, as they should have. She was their mother. Charlotte wanted it (the case) and didn't think I should have had it. Anyway, then Laurel called Charlotte back and discovered that she was drunk so, when she sobered up, she didn't remember being cross with me. It is all very interesting. Laurel then was sorry she got involved and called again (Sunday) to apologize. She said she had not taken communion at the Greek Church because of it all. I took President Hinckley's conference talk to heart about being forgiving. It was one of the few talks I actually heard because of all of this. I intend to not take much in the future and to stay in the background as much as possible.  
We are supposed to take back the things we have given Dad over the years. That is also a sad business. I have mostly taken just a few of the books we gave him and a few of the photos that were of our family and him together. 
At any rate, I am glad I grew up where I did and with the people who understood me and loved me anyway. Even when I was a brat, they all put up with me. That is really something.  
I wonder, could we just twinkle and avoid all of this stuff?

Love, M

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