tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12704478301907559052024-02-20T20:42:25.680-08:00Ruth HiltonMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08222829013648013236noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270447830190755905.post-42040735904623615332010-02-08T22:32:00.000-08:002010-02-08T22:39:18.567-08:00Grandma's Boots<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpTwwTt3dbbCSBDgL46P9UWn6qPi72sUJvJV2p2spOuKRQEH-Tbb2JK3Tv_bPnNgqX81_oYgGdvdhxE67jLuLjgyjTT9sjsMsRF5RW24yViMiyjDCR8eFBc8DLH5dgXmam7y6CTdpCGo/s1600-h/CIMG5810.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436128979312755122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpTwwTt3dbbCSBDgL46P9UWn6qPi72sUJvJV2p2spOuKRQEH-Tbb2JK3Tv_bPnNgqX81_oYgGdvdhxE67jLuLjgyjTT9sjsMsRF5RW24yViMiyjDCR8eFBc8DLH5dgXmam7y6CTdpCGo/s400/CIMG5810.JPG" /></a> <div>My Grandma Hilton, my dad's mother, passed away last June from Alzheimer's. It was sad to see her go, but with Alzheimer's...loved ones leave much earlier than when they actually pass on. It is a cruel disease because you don't get the chance to say goodbye...they kind of just fade away before your eyes.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Grandma was a very mannered and proper woman. She loved to try and teach us manners and etiquette too. She had her pet peeves...things that just drove her crazy! Things like people wearing sandals, even casual ones (she especially hated flip flops!) without nylons. She did not like to see people's knees...she said they were too ugly to be seen! She hated it when leggings came into style, especially lacey ones! She loved to say things to me like, "I hope you don't wear stuff like that, it's very un-ladylike!" I never did...in front of her!! And then later in my teenage years, I did do it in front of her to prove to her that she could not tell me what I could and could not wear...I do have rebellious streaks in me for sure! We did not always see eye to eye, but I know everything she did because she cared! I remember having a sleepover at her house and seeing her trying to put up drapes on the curtain rods and hearing her swear for the first time...I really thought it meant the world was ending!! I absolutely could not believe my ears!! It's funny though, I seem to be one of the only grandchildren who ever heard her swear...I must have just brought the best out in her!</div><div></div><br /><div>Grandma was raised on a farm by good parents who were very inactive members of the church. Her dad could swear with the best of them! She loved going to church though and she would often walk there with just her brother or sometimes she would go with the neighbors. She married grandpa in the temple. He was called on a mission after they got married and before their first son was born. He saw him for the first time when he was 18 months old. They sacrificed over and over again for the church. They served several missions in their later years and were as strong as steel in their testimonies. Grandpa is a sealer at the temple. He has sealed so many of his grandchildren to their spouses and almost all of the adopted children in my own family. (There are 6 adopted children between me, my sister, and my brother's kids!! It's not a strange thing to be adopted in my family!!) The legacy Grandma and Grandpa have given their family is one of strong faith and devotion to Heavenly Father and to our families. I am sure we will never quite realize the total impact that they have left on our lives. We are eternally grateful for their examples.</div><div></div><br /><div>A few weeks after Grandma died, we had a reunion in Bryce Canyon with my dad's side of the family. It was strange to see Grandpa there without Grandma, but you could tell that he had a great sense of peace about him. We always hold an auction at the reunion where we auction handmade or baked items...and sometimes just even crazy things we find around the house...to raise money to pay for the next years reunion. Grandpa brought several things from home that were Grandma's to auction this time. He auctioned some of her beautiful silver pieces and things she had made. They were things that just reminded us of Grandma. One item that he auctioned really caught my eye, it was a pair of black and gold cowboy boots that I had never seen before. She wore them in the parade on the 24th of July up in Granite (above Sandy) when she was the Grand Marshall with Grandpa when he was the Stake President there. The boots looked just like new. They were super cute and now, 39 years later, they are totally back in style!! They are a size 6 1/2...I ran up and tried them on, they fit perfectly, we must have had the same size feet!! I bought them. I love them.</div><div></div><br /><div>After the auction, I asked Grandpa to tell me more about them. He said that he bought them for Grandma and she did wear them in the parade, but she rarely wore them after that...I really think they were too flashy for how conservative she was! My uncle Joe came up to me after I bought them and told me that he has memories of them sitting at the front door and that he would put them on when he was a kid to run outside for a minute. They still had a little dirt on the sole of them...it's special dirt, it's from the Wasatch Resort at the mouth of Little Cottonwood Canyon where they have lived forever!! They live in Wilford Woodruff's summer home...<em>really</em>!</div><div></div><br /><div>I shared some very special moments talking to Grandpa about those boots. At one point, he took me over to his new Jeep Cherokee (his very favorite kind of car...he has had several, all brand new!) This one has the in-dash navigation system. He told me that he had my uncles put pictures of Grandma throughout her life on the hard drive in the computer on the dash. There was one of her as a young woman...signed, "Love, Ruth"...she was GORGEOUS!! He had one of their wedding day, one when the kids were young and some of her from about 20 years ago. He showed me his favorite picture and told me that he often drove down the road looking at her beautiful smile and talking to her. He said that they have had so many great conversations. He loves her so much and can't wait to be with her again.</div><div></div><br /><div>I asked him about the last minutes of her life. She died in a hospital bed in their living room. Her kids that could make it were by her side throughout most of the final hours. During the last hour, it was just Grandpa and Aunt Su...their youngest daughter. He said her breathing was labored for a long time and then it just stopped. He ran to her and kissed her and hugged her and said, "Are you gone?" and then he kissed her again. When he looked up at her face again, he saw a tear roll down her cheek and he knew she had gone home. He said, "What a tender mercy from the Lord it was to see that tear fall." It really was...she was at home again and she was finally at peace and free from the Alzheimer's.</div><div></div><br /><div>Grandma was a very special woman. There weren't many at the auction who could have fit into her boots. I felt like they were mine...like they were the perfect thing for Grandma to leave me. I know she would have wanted me to have them. It felt good to wear them to church today...it was very special and sentimental to me. I will wear them for years. They are amazing quality...Grandpa would have nothing less for Grandma. They almost still have that new leather smell. I love that they are black and pointy-toed. I love that the gold flashes through the black. I love that she left them for me. It felt so good to be in Grandma's boots.</div><div></div><br /><div>Written December 13, 2009</div>Alonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01850403159848709321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270447830190755905.post-56437352929999802092009-07-15T21:06:00.000-07:002009-07-15T23:17:59.189-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZNygdn4CMwJaKV5YK8qR7GsWem4JQU01NY0WOmbDOYKH_PnfNau2xvWOY7lrEdbbP4DwglJ3MUjULLNVlwu0iV1bdvpPWOEBQ5d-lSr-tFuUQx_0XTADT_xnfi2HlcMUorYjxuGjyTdF/s1600-h/Ruth+Hilton+Funeral+2009+098.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358908358906932258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZNygdn4CMwJaKV5YK8qR7GsWem4JQU01NY0WOmbDOYKH_PnfNau2xvWOY7lrEdbbP4DwglJ3MUjULLNVlwu0iV1bdvpPWOEBQ5d-lSr-tFuUQx_0XTADT_xnfi2HlcMUorYjxuGjyTdF/s400/Ruth+Hilton+Funeral+2009+098.jpg" /></a>Joe's family with Grandpa Hilton</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBgONE4ewTVfCYg928Yf1Qt0DvzNNoJuS4QGBJatYpM_Y9NhtK5kDy7pDlbWsIRJmgpf3xSg5xNbIkHSqqWpCOOYiwfEf8oNelAfwOtWhrNjxxPT3z_dvzZjrvRqKyOiwRm0gfK73Dy2E/s1600-h/Ruth+Hilton+Funeral+2009+046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358908340313816466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBgONE4ewTVfCYg928Yf1Qt0DvzNNoJuS4QGBJatYpM_Y9NhtK5kDy7pDlbWsIRJmgpf3xSg5xNbIkHSqqWpCOOYiwfEf8oNelAfwOtWhrNjxxPT3z_dvzZjrvRqKyOiwRm0gfK73Dy2E/s400/Ruth+Hilton+Funeral+2009+046.jpg" /></a>I loved this beautiful display of pictures from Grandma's life! Each photo displayed what a wonderful, vibrant life she lived--what a great legacy she has left with her posterity!</div></div>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11105931682217304676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270447830190755905.post-58333725931577014372009-07-15T15:44:00.000-07:002009-07-15T15:59:31.023-07:00Our very own Hilton family baby boom!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_l_-MS8SgYBURzrSzVq3Y4EgjxmBLibVuJmET7RPURvEoj58ASCx66EMlrtluiWtJxOOPTGsaWZ9NqCTKkU4ONm2WpTmjzR66mkB3FZL5zMAt71Mz8MzcQvyoIr3EGiic4ZYeqrxY6d5x/s1600-h/IMG_8272_crop_alev_shad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_l_-MS8SgYBURzrSzVq3Y4EgjxmBLibVuJmET7RPURvEoj58ASCx66EMlrtluiWtJxOOPTGsaWZ9NqCTKkU4ONm2WpTmjzR66mkB3FZL5zMAt71Mz8MzcQvyoIr3EGiic4ZYeqrxY6d5x/s400/IMG_8272_crop_alev_shad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358821813981378530" border="0" /></a>One thought that seemed prevalent and sure the day of Grandma's funeral was that she has left an amazing legacy for us all. It was wonderful to then see all of these new babies! And there are at least a few more not in this picture that have also been born this year. Mindy missed the picture with her new baby Zachary and Kim's new baby boy Kenyon was not released from the hospital until the day after the funeral. Are there other new babies that have been born this year?<br /><br />Poor little Elizabeth, Rebecca's baby, is quite alone as a girl among all these baby boys!<br /></div><img src="file:///C:/Users/Megan/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" />Shane, Meg, CJ, RJ, and ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13306917980548196863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270447830190755905.post-36642806035256653352009-07-15T15:41:00.000-07:002009-07-15T15:43:46.096-07:00Post-service Luncheon<div style="text-align: center;">Carter and Shane as we head into the luncheon in the cultural hall.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9W4wlxJ1byvt4pvcb1GyNbPTLhhyuAj89klgeEoLCSFN-3_pqyChlCmmdeV_sKBVx2AkKJKe1Nlu-Fdx4HYEnK9z4Cx4IsSxjSeP_Go_Zx3ENSuH82Do_QI81KK9zQn49NpRJr7qvrQ/s1600-h/_MG_8232_RAW_crop_small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9W4wlxJ1byvt4pvcb1GyNbPTLhhyuAj89klgeEoLCSFN-3_pqyChlCmmdeV_sKBVx2AkKJKe1Nlu-Fdx4HYEnK9z4Cx4IsSxjSeP_Go_Zx3ENSuH82Do_QI81KK9zQn49NpRJr7qvrQ/s400/_MG_8232_RAW_crop_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358806664094354066" border="0" /></a><br />I loved that the tables were decorated with some of Grandma's favorite things -- Boston Baked Beans and Red Vines. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6PFNPlpjQZLgppxRUyokfj5EleU9xoVNoj6dUS-uYVJWr9bPMM6aqq2i4GeKp0478-vyn1zquji0IDRKiNzyzGAjLx8OoUobdRO61G6ZLAwMdemUAV4LR9n3340FJqM4Eoy9MDlogQo/s400/_MG_8210_RAW_crop_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358794136405121330" border="0" /></a>Shane, Meg, CJ, RJ, and ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13306917980548196863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270447830190755905.post-26162273548534286462009-07-05T18:42:00.000-07:002009-07-05T18:49:54.793-07:00Mary's pictures<div>It had been almost 8 years since all of us siblings have been together. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesueQaLAkO_wR37jV2fJ7FNF2did0cum40-yFkRCE3yVUM6MwFdAwVaARMtrGDfGNgVaZz_gbO1BEKoOqm6ZxopHfyRLpc-QBj9lyVugWdHSQXAq0O-ANKgyhRYTBIlhPg0basRW4JHQ/s1600-h/DSC05381.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesueQaLAkO_wR37jV2fJ7FNF2did0cum40-yFkRCE3yVUM6MwFdAwVaARMtrGDfGNgVaZz_gbO1BEKoOqm6ZxopHfyRLpc-QBj9lyVugWdHSQXAq0O-ANKgyhRYTBIlhPg0basRW4JHQ/s320/DSC05381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355157768932606674" /></a>It's too bad not everyone could be there.<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7acM1pgj57RKGEitOMlzvdPPFiUHBj43Yj1FvyQI2xZWctUMKW8HozFqGqXOE4yx1H6hdhG1OFg_stEo0RpFnnoVp8WcW7Lc6uLJLxspTJBbox89SwjXhyYiqtlUGG8FHOi0ujeYAc8/s1600-h/DSC05386.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7acM1pgj57RKGEitOMlzvdPPFiUHBj43Yj1FvyQI2xZWctUMKW8HozFqGqXOE4yx1H6hdhG1OFg_stEo0RpFnnoVp8WcW7Lc6uLJLxspTJBbox89SwjXhyYiqtlUGG8FHOi0ujeYAc8/s320/DSC05386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355157346766803090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1U7SEmltqp5UTShdpZZF19KvXHXyX7pzsBhdFbHjBXjPeDP8IxlmnkieKY9Sqp3f59cGG2mgaq2gG3osf2mmllmQM_PORZNBDSdUI2p8bdGBboaHAeqVNyO5djep3V22KEOsMf08t908/s1600-h/DSC05384.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1U7SEmltqp5UTShdpZZF19KvXHXyX7pzsBhdFbHjBXjPeDP8IxlmnkieKY9Sqp3f59cGG2mgaq2gG3osf2mmllmQM_PORZNBDSdUI2p8bdGBboaHAeqVNyO5djep3V22KEOsMf08t908/s400/DSC05384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355157151903541906" /></a><br />I brought my old camera, and the pictures didn't turn out so well. After a few picture I gave up, so please share your pictures.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08222829013648013236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270447830190755905.post-52661171148946084952009-07-02T18:22:00.000-07:002009-07-02T18:29:27.859-07:00Allen's Talk for Mom's Funeral(You will need to insert your own tears and blubbering.)<br /><br />The last time that I saw Mom was in St. George two weeks ago with Dad. As they were leaving, Dad said, "We need to go this way." as he pointed the way. Mom said "I don't want o go that way." Dad leaned over and they shared a kiss and left arm in arm.<br /><br />(As a side note: While Mom was in the office, she kept telling my receptionist that she wanted to go through "that gate at the end of the path" but pointed off in funny directions. Of course it made no sense at the time that she didn't want to go to the door Dad was going through. I believe that it was Mom seeing into the gate she needed to enter.)<br /><br />I am sure Terry greeted Mom and gave her the biggest bear-hug welcome ever.<br /><br />5-Minute talk:<br /><br />Mom was a perfect nurturer. She lifted and blessed everyone she could. The way she differentiated in who received service was whether you would accept her ministrations or not. She didn't hold back, she didn't change the requirements, she just kept on giving. She just loved to serve. Mom found joy in service.<br /><br />Randalin is a perfect example of how this worked. Randalin married Mom's oldest son, who she worried about. Right away Mom began to love and nurture Randalin. While living in their home for the first month of our marriage, I went to ask Mom to pack me a lunch. She told me that it wasn't her responsibility anymore, I would have to ask Randalin! I was embarrassed but much later learned how thankful Randalin had been to be allowed to function as my helpmeet. Mom continued in that first month, and thereafter, to teach Randalin why she, Mom, loved to serve.<br /><br />Mom continued to nurture Randalin and her other daughters in both small and great ways. Mom was so service oriented and often said how wonderful it was to do the meal preparation to feed and physically nurture her family. She was happy to do the laundry because she was serving in a way to help her family be clean and smell good. She found joy in many acts of service whether cleaning, vacuuming or caring for a child.<br /><br />Mom was a blessing in the lives of her grandchildren. While tending our Steven one time, he was having trouble settling down to sleep. Mom explained to him and gently kissed his eyelids so he would have sweet dreams. It became a part of his necessary nightime pre-sleep ritual. He always called her The Spoiler, because she was attentive to his needs and loved him so.<br /><br />Each of the children loved to talk to Mom. She always had a kind and listening ear. No recrimination, no judgemental posture, no hidden agenda, no quessing, just love.<br /><br />Mom was a tremendous example for good in the world. She taught us. Sharing, Knowledge, Truth, Love of God, country and fellow men.<br /><br />Mom taught me to share: Always making extra to share with the neighbors. Bread, cookies, meals. In Lehi, Sister Crab was an old sister who lived across the street from the church. I remember being sent to take her a loaf of bread or a meal. Mom wanted me to learn to serve and it seems to have worked in the lives of all her children.<br /><br />Mom loved: Dad, us, life, laughter, outdoors, country.... well did she love.<br /><br />Mom gave me unconditional love: she didn't criticize but complimented me whenever she saw a way to do it.<br /><br />Mom taught me to love reading: she read both spiritual books and novels out loud. She often read to us while we went to bed at night. We didn't fall asleep but were riveted. I remember the scripture stories from then as well as on trips. On one trip to the Grand Canyon, Mom read "Brighty of the Grand Canyon" to us. I remembered the story as I have since hiked the Bright Angel trail.<br /><br />She loved the Gospel and did her best to live it. She loved to read the scriptures. She was not preachy but people sought her counsel through her example and soft loving manner.<br /><br />May we all learn from her loving example to serve and love each other as purely as she did, I pray in the nme of Jesus Christ, AmenUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270447830190755905.post-81214689544082541062009-06-30T18:00:00.000-07:002009-06-30T18:05:52.836-07:00Tribute to Grandma Hilton<div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"> <a name="6585721246849339312"></a> <div style="text-align: justify;" class="post-body entry-content"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxzIWpWr2Onk7fPk28Ofo0I1pTRD3R-NSOcspAUFMRhlYwEanT3PXnKvP4EGX1eFf7qDrkvZ8Dw92X1mNthS7vL7dK4HyDEJClIzkfdyU7de_9fkRyd3EwENz2-p8xtceQ5XYY7RykBU/s1600-h/IMG_1782_crop_alev_shad_small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxzIWpWr2Onk7fPk28Ofo0I1pTRD3R-NSOcspAUFMRhlYwEanT3PXnKvP4EGX1eFf7qDrkvZ8Dw92X1mNthS7vL7dK4HyDEJClIzkfdyU7de_9fkRyd3EwENz2-p8xtceQ5XYY7RykBU/s400/IMG_1782_crop_alev_shad_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350914716627388082" border="0" /></a>From the moment I met Grandma and Grandpa Hilton in the Spring of 2001, I have been crazy about them. I still remember that first moment when Shane introduced me to them and the generous, genuine smiles on their kind faces put me at ease. They welcomed me into the family and loved me simply because Shane loved me and they loved him. I have so much appreciation and respect for them and have cherished the time we've spent in their presence. They are such a magnificent example of eternal companionship to us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgmhJ25GXWfWl41XFW8NiHbcxlf2aXnyA7fE3RdyFioaOnpFmvDKW7h9MFfW80brt-vNMIKo113Yld5-yPxCwAh-MRSaF9bJCp_YF5jVbt9LxHDmYKREoO4xhfIFdcWWhn_Cjoq4RoHU/s1600-h/DSCN4059_alev_shad_small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgmhJ25GXWfWl41XFW8NiHbcxlf2aXnyA7fE3RdyFioaOnpFmvDKW7h9MFfW80brt-vNMIKo113Yld5-yPxCwAh-MRSaF9bJCp_YF5jVbt9LxHDmYKREoO4xhfIFdcWWhn_Cjoq4RoHU/s400/DSCN4059_alev_shad_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350914710844015506" border="0" /></a>Last night, Grandma Hilton passed away. In many ways this is a huge blessing. Grandma, as her family knew her, had been distant for a while. Alzheimer's had taken away some of who she used to be in the last few years. But it had also intensified her sweetness and her smile I think. We are grateful that Grandma doesn't have to live in a failing mortal body any longer and we are grateful that Grandpa can know she is in a better place with those loved ones who have gone on before her. Grandpa has been such a devoted husband and has so intensely loved Grandma, standing by her side throughout their marriage. Grandma did so much good in her lifetime and I am glad I knew her and felt her tender spirit in my life over the last eight years. We love you and will miss you Grandma! Much love to Grandpa! We look forward to being with you soon to celebrate Grandma's life.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0o5ZMvkK6uKmTw4wd00XZzLQrsl1ZiWNr1BuekSDSnp1GD-HeUdWwrlsSdz62PnhbtKOAdf3NktQRkWLbGSY8U_iDCsA2e-AfAjj40tbi0VY7eh9CQ7Fgl7Z666kBf_TjV3aLsug9_mo/s1600-h/IMG_1726_alev_small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0o5ZMvkK6uKmTw4wd00XZzLQrsl1ZiWNr1BuekSDSnp1GD-HeUdWwrlsSdz62PnhbtKOAdf3NktQRkWLbGSY8U_iDCsA2e-AfAjj40tbi0VY7eh9CQ7Fgl7Z666kBf_TjV3aLsug9_mo/s400/IMG_1726_alev_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350914719511640674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Pictures taken in Rocky Point, Mexico in December of 2007.<br />(Originally posted on our family blog, www.thearizonaexperiment.blogspot.com, on June 24, 2009 by Megan)<br /></span></div></div>Shane, Meg, CJ, RJ, and ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13306917980548196863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270447830190755905.post-53138873893126631712009-06-30T17:44:00.000-07:002009-06-30T18:09:53.066-07:00memories of grandma<div>I love so many things about grandma, she was always loving and gentle and happy. I'll always remember the smell of grandma's house, and how excited I was to see her. I have so many wonderful memories of her, here are some of them:</div><div><br /></div><ul><li>her carmel popcorn - delicious</li><li>giving me 'sweet dreams' kisses on my eyelids at bedtime</li><li>yummy suckers - rootbeer, cinnamon, and butterscotch were my favorites</li><li>sitting on the porch watching the hummingbirds together</li><li>getting me all cozy and warm, with hot jello and blankets, after going sledding</li><li>sitting by the fish pond as we played around it</li><li>her loving smile and huge hug whenever I saw her</li><li>breakfast at her house - we got to choose our own mini cereal boxes AND put sugar on our already sweetend cereal</li><li>playing with the toys under the sewing machine, the snake was my favorite</li><li>"I love you thi-i-i-i-i-i-s big"</li><li>listening to stories she recorded on tape for us when I was little</li><li>gently reminding me to be careful as I climbed all over the rocks outside</li><li>sitting in her chair making afghans</li><li>giving me treats from her candy dish on the mantel</li><li>her unconditional love</li></ul><div><div></div><div>She was such a loving sweet grandma - the best! I already miss her. I'll keep trying to grow up to be just like her.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08222829013648013236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270447830190755905.post-17289246623408464572009-06-30T16:44:00.000-07:002009-07-01T06:08:56.361-07:00Obituary<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ruth Patten Hilton</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Sandy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:georgia;font-size:12;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">February 18, 1929 - June 24, 2009</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><img src="http://www.meaningfulfunerals.net/fh_live/10600/10655/images/obituaries/386306.jpg" alt="Ruth Patten Hilton" /></span></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: -1px;font-size:10;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: normal;font-size:16;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;font-size:1.2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Ruth Patten Hilton, age 80, passed away peacefully on June 24, 2009, one week after celebrating her 62nd wedding anniversary with A. Eugene Hilton. She was born on February 18, 1929 in Provo Bench, Utah, the daughter of Floyd Talmage & Fanny Terry Patten.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;font-size:1.2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">She held prominent positions at Lincoln High School, graduating in 1947. Her entire life has been one of cheerful service to others, especially to family and church, having served 5 honorable missions with her husband in numerous countries around the globe. She leaves a legacy of love, knowing that families can be together forever. Her contagious smile through years of service is her trademark.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;font-size:1.2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Ruth and Gene were blessed with seven children, Allen E. Hilton II, Jeanette H. Pratt, Kent R. Hilton, Susan H. Wood, Joseph T. Hilton, J. Terry Hilton (deceased), and Gary H. Hilton, 43 grandchildren and 57 great-grandchildren. Her brothers, Sterling Patten, Cree Patten, and sister Jane P. Nelson also survive her.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;font-size:1.2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Funeral services will be held Saturday, June 27, 2009 at 2:00 p.m. at the Granite View Stake Center, 9880 South 3100 East, Sandy, Utah. Family and friends may call Friday evening from 6-8:00 p.m. at the Stake Center and Saturday one hour prior to the service. Interment, Provo City Cemetery. Online guest book at wingmortuary.com.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;font-size:1.2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">We note with gratitude the exceptional service of the Intermountain Home Care personnel and the Little Cottonwood Ward Relief Society and Priesthood.</span></p></span></div><div><br /></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08222829013648013236noreply@blogger.com0