Thoughts and stories, by Pal

This blog of my mother's poems was the favorite for 2 or 3 years!  I posted it 4 years ago on Feb. 12, 2014, just about 3 months after I started this blog.   It was read more times than any at that time.        It came up on Facebook, and I want to share it again! My mother, Ruth Allen Miles, was a gifted soprano, teacher, mother, and also a poetess!   She wrote quite a few lovely poems, and I have a few of them.  I will include the poems I have in this blog.  She was born on May 10, 2908, and passed away on Feb. 10, 1999 -- just 3 months before she would have turned 91 years old!  She was gracious and refined up to the very last!            This is Mother, about 85 years old.  Her noble character shows in her face!      While Ruth was teaching at Salt Lake City, the winter of 1945-1946, and going to the U. Of U. she was summoned to her sister Adelia’s back in the sm...

One of my favorite stories of my dear mother's life.  It is such an inspiration in many ways.  I hope you enjoy it again, if you already have read it.  I noticed this was read 2 times yesterday, and often when an old entry was read by someone, I go back and read it again myself.  I felt this was worth repeating!  I posted many family history stories early on in this blog.  I may repeat some that you haven't read lately. This was originally # 140, and posted on April 30, 2014, just over 2 years ago. This touching story is told by my mother Ruth in her journal:  (It brought tears to my eyes just reading it again -- ) My mother Ruth Allen Miles, about 1974. Two main tragedies happened during my last year at Dixie, both involving my mother.  Just before  Thanksgiving we were expecting George to come home.  Mother was alone and either fell or perhaps fainted  and fell between the stove and the wall.  On the stove was a...

This touching story is told by my mother Ruth in her journal:  (It brought tears to my eyes just reading it again -- ) Two main tragedies happened during my last year at Dixie, both involving my mother. Just before  Thanksgiving we were expecting George to come home. Mother was alone and either fell or perhaps fainted  and fell between the stove and the wall. On the stove was a pot of boiling beans which tipped over and dripped over her, burning her badly, particularly around the breast area of her body. Oh, the agony  she went through with this! During this ordeal was my final weeks and months of teacher training , final exams, etc., during which time M other's friend whom we lovingly called Aunt Amy Haycock came down daily to sit and take care of her while I was in school. I guess that all my life I had heard of my mother's dear friend, Amy LeFevre Haycock, but it was not until March 1928 , when the tragedy of mother's wreck struck our family, that I fully r...

              The Flu of 1918  – Written November 1993 from Ruth's journal      I’ve heard that the flu of 1918 caused more deaths than the war did.  (World War 1) Be that as it may be, a great amount of the deaths of the soldiers was terminated “flu.”       It was before the days of penicillin or any other drug we use now to fight bad colds or “flu” with.  It was in Europe, and all parts of the United States and in the entire world.      It hit Panguitch about October so we stayed on the farm a few weeks longer so we would not get exposed to it.   We moved from the farm November 11, 1918, into town as we came into town we could hear Church bells ringing, and school bells saying that the war was over, but the dying had just begun as far as we knew.  For the town was full of “flu”.   Everyone was wearing masks we made ourselves by doubling gauze several times ...

                             MY LIFE HISTORY  BY RUTH ALLEN MILES # 1                                (As she wrote it, partly from journals)  Her own story is quite extensive, with many chapters.  I'll include many of them in the days to come, as her life was truly inspiring, and full of wisdom.      I, Ruth Allen Miles, was born on Sunday morning, on May 10th, 1908, about 8:a.m. in Panguitch, Garfield, Utah, at home.  Strangely enough I was never interested about the details of my birth when anyone was alive who would have known.  The only details I remember having been told was that my mother had a very hard delivery, and nearly lost her life to give me mine.  A Dr. Clark, I believe was the attending physician.   Mother had been told 4 years before that to attempt to have an...