Dr. Charles E. Edwards

Dr. Charles E. Edwards 1923 ~ 2009 NORTH SALT LAKE- I guess it was time for me to depart from my earthly sojourn. It has been a fabulous trip. I have loved and been loved by my wonderful family. The choice people I have met along the way have brought me much joy and satisfaction. Thanks to all who have made my life so great. See you all again, but you needn't hurry for my sake. I will be patiently waiting.

Charles Ellis Edwards, born April 9, 1923, Myton, Duchesne Co., Utah, to Albert Elisha and Ida Pearl Musig Edwards. Educated in Myton and Roosevelt schools. Attended Utah State Agricultural College where he received his BS Degree. 

Married Merle Roberts, daughter of Elmer LeRoy and Ella Gagon Roberts. The couple lived in Cleveland, Ohio, where he received his Doctor of Dental Surgery Degree from Western Reserve University. Charles set up his dental practice in Layton, Utah, where he practiced for 20 year. Later the family moved to North Salt Lake, Utah. 

Charles was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He served in many positions, including being a member of the Bishopric and serving as High Priests Group Leader for many years. He was a long time member of the Layton Rotary Club and served as President during 1970-1971. 

During World War II he fought front line combat in the Philippine Islands. He earned a Purple Heart for wounds received and a Bronze Star for meritorious service. He later held a reserve Captain's Commission in the U. S. Air Force. 

In addition to dentistry, he was active in a number of Real Estate developments while living in Layton, such as converting a large LDS Church into a professional building. 

He is survived by his wife, Merle; sons, Richard, Vernon Edward and Larry; and daughter, Jane. Preceded in death by his son James. 

Funeral services will be held at 11:00 a.m., Saturday, April 25, 2009 at the Orchard 3rd Ward Chapel, 261 East Center Street, North Salt Lake. A visitation will be held Friday evening from 6:00 - 8:00 p.m. at Russon Brothers Bountiful Mortuary, 295 North Main and Saturday morning 9:45 - 10:45 a.m. at the church prior to services. Interment-Bountiful City Cemetery. Online guest book at www.russonmortuary.com

Published in Deseret News on April 23, 2009

Train Station

Kimberly wrote: I love this.  Thought you might appreciate it like I did. Sound of Music-- Central Station Antwerp (Belgium)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EYAUazLI9k



More than 200 dancers were performing their version of "Do Re Mi", in the Central Station of Antwerp. with just 2 rehearsals they created this amazing stunt!
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ADDRESSES NEEDED PLEASE‏

Helen wrote: HI folks: hope you have enjoyed this beautiful day and that all is well for you and yours.

Don't know whether you received my e-mail last week asking for the current mailing addresses for Julie and David. I sent out all the letters last week letting family know I wont be having our Family Christmas in July day anymore, but didn't get Julie's and David's sent as the addresses I have are not current.

I will appreciate receiving them. Thank you- In case you didn't receive the last e-mail, did remind you of our luncheon at Eva's on the 27th. All you need to bring are yourselves.

Have a good week. Love Helen

Dear Caren

Myrna wrote: Since you are concerned about privacy, perhaps it would be better if you used this address for me. The myrna@nephitimesnews.com is my work address and it is not as secure as it could be. For example, on this site I only have, for one week, 25 pieces of scam mail in my junk mail. I think this site would be more to your liking for communicating with me so, please, drop the other address and use: mandlht@msn.com.

Thanks, M


Caren wrote: Thanks Myrna, And thanks for the explanatory message re the family tree site. I did not mean to be so "sharp" in my message and I apologize. I
value being in touch with you as a cousin, and appreciate our e-mail
correspondence - especially when it is direct.

After I communicated with you about it, I happened to learn that the
Facebook Family Tree site is being developed in Utah by Paul Allen and his
companies. So you all may be more familiar with how that is going than we
on the East Coast are. Allen is a great developer, so who knows - they may
develop something great.

I am on the road this week so won't make this long as I am in a hotel lobby
answering e-mails!

Best to you,

Caren

A Beautiful Spring Time in the Rockies!‏

Helen wrote: Dearest Hon and Sister:

Pray all is well for you and yours this week.
A reminder- my family lunch for each of you, and Don and Thelma and Eva is on Monday 27th April at 1 p.m. Please bring only yourselves.

Myrna, will you please sent me Julie's and David's new addresses? I have just done up the Christmas letter I am sending regarding not having our Family Christmas Day in July anymore and want to get all of them mailed by this Friday. I am sending one to each of my own siblings and each of your children. Sorry not to have this tradition anymore, but with economy, distances to travel, especially for those out of state and with everyone's busy summer schedules after 40 years of wonderment, with only two years not having one, it has been a WONDERFUL TRIP, and for this I am ever grateful.

Have a wonderful rest of the week.
Love Helen

I got home too late!

Myrna wrote: I got home too late to call. That is why we did not return the call in answer to your message. Hopefully, you will see this in the a.m. We would be PROUD to take Whitney to the piano recital on Sunday afternoon. It will be so nice to see her perform. Love, M


Kirsten wrote: She didn't think it would be allowed since Sunday is the Sabbath.  What a good girl to be conscious of that.  Hopefully I'm not confusing her mind and following the world here, but I thought a recital would be okay since it's not work, it's uplifting music and sharing talent.  I don't know... what do you think?  Should I have left well enough alone and let her make her own call on this?

Myrna wrote: I think that if the Tab Choir can perform on Sunday, it is OK to have a recital. Love, M

Tripping at the Same Time

Melanie wrote: In talking with Julie, to tell her of our change of plans for the Summer Vacation, she informed me that Dad, you and AnnMarie's family will be on our path around the same time. Funny how that worked out.

We are going to go to Missouri the second week of July, then to Nauvoo, then to Omaha (Winter's Quarters), where Howard and Siovhan will then leave us and the rest of us will drive to Utah for the rest of the summer. We were hoping to stay at your home the last week of July, through the third or fourth week of August. Braden might need to stay with you a little longer, depending on the housing situation at BYU.

I will talk with you soon!
Mel

Melanie to Myrna: I Thought You Would Like This Poem

"The Lanyard," by Billy Collins
 
The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the pale blue walls of this room,
bouncing from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
 
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past --
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
 
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.
 
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sickroom,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light
 
and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.
 
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift--not the archaic truth
 
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.

From Myrna:
You were right! I did love it. I do so appreciate your thinking of me! I love you. M

Melanie said, "I thought you would like this poem."

"The Lanyard," by Billy Collins
 
The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the pale blue walls of this room,
bouncing from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
 
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past --
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
 
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.
 
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sickroom,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light
 
and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.
 
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift--not the archaic truth
 
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.

A SPECIAL CONFERENCE WEEK-END FOR YOU‏

Helen wrote: Dearest Hon and Sister:

Just to wish you folks a very special Conference Week-end and to let you  know- had a very nice phone visit with Don this a.m he said Carolyn's father sojourned to the spirit world this Sunday past. He has been in a care center for serveral years with Parkinson's really severe. They attended his funeral yesterday.

Do know I love you all much and am so grateful for this week-end- Love this Spring Time in the Rockies. Right? Of course right.

Myrna, so grateful your back-hip etc is doing so much better. Love- Me