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| AUNT MARANDY |
This is a copy of a poem written by Stanley Peterson.
Folks call her Aunt Marandy and to them she's very dear,
Because she's worked and slave for them for many many a year.
No sacrifice too great for her, no duty will she shun,
She'll keep on trying day and night, until the job is done.
She's raised a family of her own, of them she's very proud,
Like all good mothers of the town, she'll praise them right out loud.
And then because of her ministrations, there are so many others
Who worship and adore her so and gladly call her mother.
She's cooked and darned and scrubbed so much, til not she cannot see,
But yet ambition drives her on, content she will not be
You'll find her busy, unafraid, a quilting every day
Until each grandchild has a quilt to keep the cold away.
And there she sits all soul alone, her hair a turning grey,
Her friend so rarely visit her and none with her will stay.
And still she keeps a plugging on, a doing all she can,
She'll keep on striving to the end, dependent on no man.
Her love of God and man and beast is, oh, so very real,
Her place in heaven on God's right hand, from her no one can steal.
And when her years upon this earth have been awhile suspended,
Her noble spirit with that of God will be completely blended.
I was born in Mt. Pleasant, Utah February 9, 1928. My parents were Nora Velma Tidwell Brotherson and Vernon Hamlet Brotherson. My childhood was spent in Mt. Pleasant, Utah. Here I attended the Hamilton Grade School and North Sanpete Junior High. My mother, my two sisters, and I moved to Salt Lake the summer of 1942. We lived in an apartment on Second East between Second and Third South. I attended Horace Mann Junior High and worked at Holy Cross Hospital. We later moved to a duplex at 758 Browning Avenue and I attended South High School. We then moved to 1453 South Seventh East in 1945 and after graduation from South High School I went to work at the Telephone Company in the accounting department.
On May 17, 1957 I was married to Gordon Ray Stauffer in the Salt Lake Temple. Our first home was at 13th South Ninth East. We moved into our home at 3611 Carolyn Street in October of 1957 and have lived here for twenty years.
Gordon has worked as a plasterer for over thirty years and has worked on many commercial buildings, schools, and temples in Utah and surrounding states. He recently worked eight months on the remodeling of the St. George Temple. He personally did a lot of the ornamental plastering and finish plastering on the inside and outside stucco on this temple. He is now working on the remodeling of the Logan Temple. He is doing the ornamental and finish work in the sealing rooms, celestial room, and other areas throughout the temple.
Our family has been blessed with five children.
We have lived in the Grant 12th Ward, Grant Stake for twenty years and enjoyed the many activities and positions we have held in this ward. Gordon has served as Elders Quorum President, 1st and 2nd Counselor in the Bishopric, Adult Aaronic Leader, and Scout Master.
I have served many years as teacher, coordinator, and chorister in Sunday School and Primary. I have sung in the ward choir for many years.
The activities I remember the most are the camping and vacation trips we have shared together. The fall season is eagerly awaited as the boys are all enthusiastic duck hunters, especially Kyle. Other sports they participate in are wrestling, tennis, and church baseball and basketball. Russell's favorite sport is skiing. Nora and Kathleen each are studying dancing and gymnastics.
A choice blessing came to our family on July 9, 1977. Our son, Clinton, left to serve as a missionary in the Texas Dallas Mission and is now serving in Eastland, Texas which is in the Fort Worth area.
This is a copy of a poem written by Stanley Peterson.
Folks call her Aunt Marandy and to them, she's very dear,
Because she's worked as a slave for them for many many a year.
No sacrifice too great for her, no duty will she shun,
She'll keep on trying day and night until the job is done.
She's raised a family of her own, of them she's very proud,
Like all good mothers of the town, she'll praise them right out loud.
And then because of her ministrations, there are so many others
Who worship and adore her so and gladly call her mother.
She's cooked and darned and scrubbed so much, til not she cannot see,
But yet ambition drives her on, content she will not be
You'll find her busy, unafraid, quilting every day
Until each grandchild has a quilt to keep the cold away.
And there she sits all soul alone, her hair turning grey,
Her friends so rarely visit her and none with her will stay.
And still, she keeps plugging on, doing all she can,
She'll keep on striving to the end, dependent on no man.
Her love of God and man and beast is, oh, so very real,
Her place in heaven on God's right hand, from her no one can steal.
And when her years upon this earth have been awhile suspended,
Her noble spirit with that of God will be completely blended.
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Peter Hafen's Memory of Aunt Marandy
She was his great-grandmother. He was only six years old when she died.
He remembers her bringing Keneflei when anyone was sick. She did this for everyone in town.
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| Mother: Mary Miranda Seely Peel Father: Christian Frederick Peel Boy in the back: Peter Azel Peel L to R: Sarah Seely, John Henry Lemuel Peel, Orange Frederick Peel |