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1 Rhoda Mary Newell Jardine Typed by Kathleen Jardine Woolf Oct Rhoda Mary Newell was born 29 Sep at Provo, Utah, Utah. Daughter of Frank Ernest Newell born 21 June 1864 at Provo-Died 12 Nov at Raymond, Alberta, Canada and Sarah Rebecca Hardy born 12 April 1871 Provo, Utah and died 8 Sep Raymond, Alberta, Canada. They were married 17 June 1888 in Manti, Utah Temple. Both buried in Raymond Cemetery Rhoda was married 6 March 1912 at Lewisville, Jefferson, Idaho to Lester Hamilton Jardine born 15 Sep at Lewisville. He is the son of Richard Franklin Jardine born 30 Dec 1848 at Shuttleston, Lanarkshire, Scotland and died 30 Jan 1927 at Lewisville and Luna Caroline Ellsworth born 17 Nov 1854 at Salt Lake, Utah and died 27 Feb 1929 at Lewisville. Married 3 Jan Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah. Both buried in Lewisville, Id. Cemetery. Rhoda received her endowments 19 June 1934 at Logan, Utah. Rhoda died 26 Jan at the L. D. S. hospital in Idaho Falls of a lingering heart condition. Lester was endowed 15 Aug 1961 at Idaho Falls, Id. And was sealed to Rhoda and 4 children 15 Aug 1961 at Idaho Falls Temple Children are Virl Newell, Lola Kathleen, Ray Frank and Earl D.. Lester died 18 Oct 1972 at LDS Hospital in Idaho Falls. To this union of Rhoda and Lester were born: Virl Newell Jardine born 21 Feb 1918 Idaho Falls. He married Lois Lovenia Peterson of Grace, Idaho 9 Sep at Rockwall, Texas. Marriage solemnized 16 Mar Logan Temple. 5 children. Lola Kathleen born 17 March 1920 in Idaho Falls. Married Joseph Hyrum Woolf 7 Nov 1940 Logan Temple, 6 girls. Ray Frank born 4 May 1923 in Idaho Falls. Died during Korean Conflict 29 March 1951 over the China Sea off Okinawa. Earl D born 15 Sep 1926 at Rigby, Id. Married Bernetta Marcene Camp 8 June 1951 in Idaho Falls Temple. 4 children. (Mother s story starts now by her) I attended kindergarten in the back room of our First Ward Chapel. I was only able to attend school a few months each year. I would take sick and that would end my education for that year, but I studied at home. I had every disease a child could get in those days-measles, mumps, whooping cough, chicken pox, scarlet fever, St. Vitus dance, dropsy and diptheria. I started school in the old Franklin school. My first day, when we had recess, I thought school was out, so I went home, living only 4 ½ blocks away, but mamma sent me back at noon. Alice Tuesson (Thueson?) was my teacher, I loved her very much. The next year I went to the 2 nd grade to Miss Johns, but was only there 2 days and went on to the third grade. That year the new Franklin school was built on 7 th West and 3 rd South, Provo, Utah., one block from home. Erma Dunn and Teressa Homes were my very dear school mates. I played a lot with Delores Peterson, just next door. I played in school plays and took part on programs in school and Primary. On January 1902 Papa and my brother, Elmer, and Uncle Sidney Harding and son, Ray, Sid s wife, Lucy, being papa s sister, left for Canada and taking household furniture, cows and horses were 13 days on the road. The 2 families left in March. Lots of my friends gave me keepsakes, some of which I still have. We children had lots of fun on the train. There were 13 tunnels, one being a mile long. Papa and Uncle Sid met us at Sterling, Canada. We had to ride 7 miles. There was snow on the ground and we had lanterns in the covered wagons to keep us warm. The first Sunday I spent in our new home, I froze my fingers. We lived on 160 acres 4 ½ miles North of Raymond, by the 15 Mile Lake. We used to have a lot of fun wading in the lake in the summer and skating and sliding in the winter. My father loved good water. He and Uncle Sid dug 20

2 wells around the two farms, getting water at 2 ½ to 20 feet, but there was too much alkali in it, and the stock would not drink it and it was very hard. We hauled our drinking water from the canal 2 miles away. We all loved our home. We raised good crops of wheat, oats and vegetables-carrots, potatoes, turnips and rutabagas by the wagon load, besides a lovely garden. Nearly all the potatoes got frozen going up there, but in peeling them, mama would cut the eyes deeper and that is what we planted. The first of May 1902, while we were in Canada, it rained (poured) for 3 days and nights. Our house, which was built of sawed logs, 3 in. by 12 in. let the rain come through till we had every thing moved out from the wall. The carpet was soaked for 2 feet around, but after the storm the sun was as hot as the rain was wet, and we children had lots of fun gathering the eatable mushrooms. Mama made a lot of catsup from them. When it got warmer, we would go to Raymond to church. There were only 6 houses and a dugout in Raymond, so we grew up with the town. There were wild flowers and green grass all over, with lots of squirrels and badgers. My brother trapped one and we used the skin for a rug. There were plenty of skunks also, being so close to the lake. The rain brought the lake within 50 yards of the house. Papa sent for Alphonzo Russell from Dixie to come and help him on the farm, he being Mama s sister, Polly s. boy. Papa loved the farm and was a very good carpenter, and when not working on the farm, he worked in Raymond. He helped build the school house and several homes. Our happiness was not to last for on 13 Oct 1903 around one o clock in the morning, Papa passed away after being ill only 20 minutes. It was lovely weather till the 12 and that dreadful night it froze and snowed. Men froze their hands and feet preparing for burial. He was the first man to be buried in the Raymond Cemetery and the second adult. Alphonzo carried on with the help of Elmer, until Mama sold out in the spring of We bought a home in town and moved there. The first 2 years we children rode into Raymond to school, but after Christmas of the second year, I was going to stay in town at the home of my friend Roxie Rhodaback, but I only stayed one day. Alphonzo and Mama took me to her home Sunday, and on Monday morning Alphonzo and Dr. Rivers came to get me, as Mama suffered a stroke on the 3 Jan 1905, just 2 years after Papa s passing. At the age of 13, life became a busy one for me. I took care of the house and worked helping farm hands. The Relief Society women came out in the day to care of Mama the rest of the winter. When summer came, Alphonzo and I had very little help. By this time, Mama was able to be out of bed, but couldn t walk. In August 1904 I had typhoid and it was through faith and prayer that my life was spared again. Our home was a prayerful home. The elders were called often to our home, not only for me, but Mama hardly knew what it was to be well, giving birth to 9 children and only 2 surviving. That is why we were so happy in Canada. Problems seemed to make us grow. Papa wrote to our family Dr. Taylor in Provo, telling him that what he used to pay the doctor, he now paid the grocer and butcher. One year after Mama s illness, we visited in Provo a while and in Dixie 9 months with Alphonzo s parents, back to Provo, then to Marysville, Idaho and back home. I loved Dixie. I had lots of friends there. Frances Russell was like a sister and I loved her very much. She was Alphonzo' cousin. On 21 June 1904, Frances and I rode horses up to Zion' Canyon, 12 miles up the Virgin River to the foot of the foot ledge saw mill. I taught the 1 st Intermediate class in Sunday School in Grafton from 12 Jan 1908 and was honorable released 21 June I taught the 2 nd grade class in Primary from 26 Oct 1907 till I was released 13 June When we arrived at Grafton, Mama had received a letter telling us to come back home. We got there on my birthday, 29 Sep., and lived in town that winter. Elmer was working in Idaho and in Montana, so was not with us. Alphonzo was married, so the old

3 home was sold. On 8 Sep Mama passed away. Elmer never received the telegram until after the funeral. Elmer was gone all the time. I corresponded every chance I could when I had an address. It was harder after Sylvia (his wife) died. Elmer spent a lot of time in the Merchant Marines. I locked up the house the day of the funeral and went to Taber to live with my cousin Zora Haws Holman. They moved to Magrath and I went with them. Charley Fox from Raymond wanted me to come and work for them as Lola, his wife, was just out of the hospital. I did go and make my home with them. I was taken to Lethbridge Hospital and operated on for appendicitis in August I came back to Lola's to live. I attended the academy in Raymond the first winter it opened and lived with Lola until after Christmas. Elmer married Sylvia Marler from Lewisville, Idaho and brought her to live in our home, so I stayed with them. In April 1911, Elmer wanted me to go to Idaho with Sylvia, which I did. My church work started again and I worked in the Sunday School, Primary, and Young Ladies. I met Lester, and we kept company for 10 months and on 6 March 1912, we were married by his father, Richard Franklin Jardine, in their home in Lewisville, Idaho. I married into a grand family. They have been very good to me and I think a great deal of them. I worked in the church organizations as much as my health would permit. I had the best father and mother-inlaw that anyone could have. We sold our home in Lewisville and moved to Idaho Falls in November of Lester worked in a garage for Browning. We lived on the corner of Cliff and Chamberlain. Mary, Lester s sister, stayed with us that winter and went to business school.. The next spring we moved up on Lomax, where our first baby Virl Newell was born 21 Feb I had 6 miscarriages, before Virl lived. Lester was now working for Metropolitan Life Insurance Co. We moved to Lewisville in April Lester went into the service 14 July 1918 and I lived alone with Virl until he came home 11 Jan Father and mother were very good to me, in fact all the folks were, while Lester was away. We moved back to Idaho Falls on Basalt Street. That fall we moved to S. Boulevard, where Lola Kathleen was born, 17 March 1920 and moved again to Basalt St., when Sis was 2 months old. We then moved into one of Daddy Elg s houses on Lava and then over into the Elg home on 418 Chamberlain, which was an apartment, where Ray Frank was born 4 May It was while living on Chamberlain that the children learned the true meaning of dedication. Every Sunday morning and evening, the mothers of the neighborhood gathered their brood together and walked the mile to the First Ward Chapel on E. Street for Sunday School and then returned for Sacrament Meeting, giving the children plenty of exercise in walking the 4 miles. We moved from there to H. Street by Lula and Frank Norton. On H Street besides the Nortons, within a block, lived the families of Joseph Brunt, R. L. Collard, and Dr. Ray Hatch. From there we moved back to Lewisville in the fall of Moving back to Lewisville was returning home. Many friends lived there on the nearby farms, and, of course, Lester s parents and many of his brothers and sisters and their families. Many Saturday evenings were spent with friends of our young, Hoggans, Birch, Clements, Hunters having a chicken fry and finishing off the evening with everyone gathered around the piano singing the many songs we loved so much, such as Goodnight Sweetheart, It s 3 o clock in the Morning, etc. I always accompanied the group at the piano. I used to sit by the hour and play Maple Leaf Forever, and Under the Double Eagle. The next spring after school was out, when Virl finished his second year of school, we moved to Rigby in Earl D. was born 15 Sep on his dad s birthday. Many happy years were spent in Rigby. Economically the years were hard ones, but since noone had money, everyone got along. The family formed many friendships, which have lasted through the years. Loren and Lucille Smith, Lewis and Chloe Later, Sarah, Joe, DeEsta Coucher, Jim and Charlotte Brown and of course, all their children. Lester was still working in a pool hall for Jack Orme. While we

4 lived in Rigby from 1926 to 1930 I would always have an hour in the evening, when the neighbor children came in and I read to everyone. Some of their favorites were the Brer Rabbit Stories and Tom Swift Books. I would read a few chapters and then leave all the children in suspense, until the next evening with stories and games. In May 1930 we moved to250 E. St., Idaho Falls where Lester worked for Hoot Edwards. We stayed in Idaho Falls, where the children all graduated from Idaho Falls High School. Virl in 1936, Kathleen in 1938, Ray in 1941 and Earl in Our first residence was at 250 E Street in a house owned by Fred Gustafson at 25o E. Street. There were many families, close friends Al & Nellie Christensen, Bob, Bud, & Marjorie, the McDaniels, Sylvan & Mae Olsen, George and Mabel Metcalf Verd, Bernice, Don, Ruth, Ray, Shirley-Bernice s daughter, and another son. The Harold Rowberry family. All the Olsen s children, Maurine, Elaine, Virl Ray, Bob, Ralph, and others. Through the years I ve enjoyed crocheting, knitting and tatting. I taught Kathleen how to embroidery, crochet, and knit. I crocheted edges around pillow cases, table covers, vanity sets and knitted many soakers for new babies. I made tatted pieces to be appliqued on nightgowns. In May 1937 the family moved to the big house at 490 D Street and lived there until 1 June 1, 1950, while here I rented rooms upstairs. Little income. This was when we met Una McDonald and dearly loved her. She had been in our ward. With all the children out of the next, we moved back to 242 North Clark in Rigby, Id. The purchase of this home was made possible by Ray cashing in all of his Savings Bonds and withdrawals from his savings account. It was a pleasant home and was located across the street from the 2 nd Ward Building. We had lived previously, just 1 block So. And West in the middle of the block. Whenever we moved I worked in the church. Lewisville, as a Relief Society Teacher and in Rigby I was organist, chorister and a teacher. I was also a class leader in the Relief Society of the Rigby 2 nd Ward, and in the presidency of the MIA with May McComber, as the president and Lois Madsen as the 2 nd counselor. In Rigby we participated in the production of many 3-act plays. After coming back to Idaho Falls in 1930 I worked in the Primary under Emma Morganegg and in the Relief Society until March of 1934, when I had to give up my church activity for a goiter operation. Big Rae Birch came home from California to care for the children and house, while I was recovering from the operation. Every place we lived I grew a large garden that sustained us during the summer and through the winter months. I always dried and bottled much fruit. After returning to Idaho Falls, I continued to read to the children. As they grew, I took them to the Public Library and encouraged them to use. All the children loved books. As the children grew older, we started to play games in the evenings. The games were mostly Rook and Flinch. I always managed to have grape juice, popcorn and taffy for refreshments. Many, many evenings were spent playing games, but this stopped, when World War II started Dec. 7, The war interrupted our routine, first Virl left for the Navy, then Ray for the Air Force and finally Earl joined the Navy. While they were away from the family, I wrote to them every week, many times twice a week, keeping them informed of the activity of the family, ward and community. In all the activities of the children, I tried to support them and maintain a record of all their school and church activities. I started to teach the children to swim, when they were in grade school, going first to an irrigation ditch and then to the canal, while we lived in Rigby. When we

5 moved to Idaho Falls, we swam in the Idaho Canal on 17 th and Boulevard and then ventured to the Snake River, as it was only two blocks from our home. We usually swam in the river back of the Court House on Memorial. One day I was swimming with Sister Buckland and Sister Turnbull, I swam over to the wall in the middle of the river, when all of a sudden I was swept over the wall, due to more water going over it, than usual. Some of the people quickly got in their cars and drover over the Broadway Bridge and North to the area to see what had happened to me in the more dangerous part of the river. Pretty soon I climbed back up on one of the cement abutments and proceeded to walk carefully along the wall North to the corner of the dam, dived in the water and swam back across the river. I had many bruises and scratches, but was very lucky. Many of the neighborhood children swam with us in the river. We tried to be careful. The children and I enjoyed swimming together in the canals and river. We went swimming most every summer day, except Sunday. I started working at the Idaho Falls Temple in the clothing room 21 June I would rest all day to be able to go and work the 8 hours evening shift. In the early days of the temple, they were short of clothing, if a large group showed up. It was customary to have to go into the basement and wash and carry upstairs the clothing so there would be enough for the next morning. We sat and mended, if not too busy, between sessions. I loved the work and enjoyed the association with the sisters in the Temple, especially our next door neighbor, Sister Janette Killpack. Brother Leslie Killpack was the temple president. I made all the children s Temple clothes, because of a continual tight budget. I did a lot of sewing for the family. I re-made many things that had been passed around, also made many rugs. Grandpa Jardine made a hook out of a comb and I used it to crochet the rugs. I gave up a regular shift in the temple, when we moved back to Rigby in On May 1, 1950 Ray went overseas for an 18 mo. Assignment. On 3 June 1950 Earl graduated from the BYU. We went to Provo for his graduation with Lois and Virl. It was a very pleasant trip. On 29 March 1951 I was at the Temple and Kathleen received a telegram from the Air Force stating the Ray was Missing in Action. Kathleen called Janette Killpack and she came to the temple and we went into a room just to talk. She expressed how much she loved me. Upon our return to Rigby, seeing the lights on in the house, I knew something was wrong. Virl and Lois, Kathleen and Joe and Lester were there. Kathleen told me about the telegram. It really stunned me. Kathleen stayed with me and the next day Lois and Virl returned. I spoke to people all day and in the afternoon, I had a serious heart attack. I started to die, but Virl, through the Power of the Priesthood called me back, what a strange feeling it was. For two and a half months Kathleen came every day except Sunday, because Lester was home them. Virl would come up in the evenings to care for me. Ray s passing was quite a shock to me and I never recovered from the after affects at his sudden passing. This part is by Kathleen. Two weeks before mother s death, we took her to the hospital in Idaho Falls. I continued to spend most of every day with her. The family and friends were always in her room visiting and caring for her every need. The morning of 26 June 1951 dawned as all beautiful summer days in the Snake River Valley. That morning mother called the radio station and requested some of her favorite songs. One she asked for was Bluebird of Happiness, this song was so typical of her. She also called some of her closest friends, just to visit with them. Noone ever heard her complain. That evening Virl was visiting with mother in the hospital and when it came time for the evening meal, Mrs. Mac (Jack MacIntyre s mother) came up to visit, while Virl went for

6 supper. In just a few minutes, she called and said that mother was gone. Virl was at the hospital in minutes. So in a moment, mother passed from mortality into immortality. She loved her family and friends as dearly as they loved her. Her devotion to her family, her temple assignment and the church was examplary.. If only all children of God were as ready and deserving of the Celestial Kingdom as our Mother was, it would be a wonderful world. In thoughtful memory of our dear mother, we can always say, Yes, we had a Mother who read to us. History prepared from Rhoda s personal history and notes with comments from Virl and Kathleen for presentation at the Newell Family Reunion August Added later: Mother had a beautiful voice. She played the piano. Lots of evenings when we were around the piano she would play and we would sing. One of my favorites is THAT WONDERFUL MOTHER OF MINE The moon never beams without bringing me dreams of that wonderful mother of mine, The birds never sing but a message they bring of that wonderful mother of mine. Just to bring back the time that was so sweet to me, Just to bring back the day when I sat on her knee. You are a wonderful mother, Dear old mother of mine. You ll hold a spot down deep in my heart, till the stars no longer shine. Your soul shall live on forever, On through the fields of time. For there ll never be another to me, Like that wonderful mother of mine. Kathleen Rhoda Mary Newell Jardine A tribute by Virl N. Thanksgiving 1998 Mother was my guide, and much more, she was my friend. I could trust her, because I knew, she loved me. She always told me to Seek ye first, the Kingdom of God then all I wanted would come toi me. Being a poor family this has always meant much to me. For as I grew, I

7 began to understand that the material things would some day pass away and only the spiritual or eternal things would last in our eternal lives. In 1969 the thought came to me to start recording the spiritual experiences that come to me from time to time. From the very first day, until that grand moment, when Mother appeared in her glory and light on my birthday in Oh, Her light. I hardly knew her, her beauty, love in pure light cannot be put into words. And of all the hundreds of visits this is her only appearance in her true and present form. On so many days in the temple Mother has been there working and she always indicated that she was there. Because the song, Bluebird of Happiness always came to my spirit, or the organist would start playing Ere You Left Your Room This Morning. These 2 songs always announced Mother s presence. Truly, the temple has been Mother s work place since her departure from this life. Since Daddy s departure, his assignment is totally different. He and Ray are working with the men of our clan under the direction of Grandpa and Grandma. GRANDPA AND GRANDMA ARE IN CHARGE of our family activities. There was a great respect Grandma had for Mother. This loving respect was shorn in the understanding and peace they seemed to have for each other. Mother (being left an orphan) loved Grandma and so often they visited out home. When Mother went into labor for Earl s birth (when born he was under 4 pounds and the total weight of us 3 boys didn t total 10 pounds.) Grandmother came from Lewisville to help supervise Earl s birth and care for him, until Mother could get back on her feet. Grandmother would carefully wrap Earl in a diaper and carefully slid Earl into the two-quart bottle, and place it into the oven of the coal stove, where he spent all of his first month in mortality. Mother experienced many mis-carriages before she was allowed to keep her first child. Never did she complain. Our needs and wants were few, because Mother was a good seamstress and gardener. And most of what we had to eat during the winter she raised and bottled. She depended a lot on Maude and Roy Wilson for potatoes, we had to eat during the many depression years in Rigby. For they came to visit us every Saturday to bring us some vegetables and they always brought the butter-milk that was left from making the butter. Oh, how we hated the buttermilk, but to this day I buy it occasionally, just to remind me of how bad I hate the stuff. Mother was a good cook and the food always tasted good. While living in Rigby, many times she would prepare dinner for us. She never ate dinner with us and always had the same excuse; I m not hungry now. It wasn t until many years later, it dawned on me that she gave us all the food and she didn t eat because there was no more food. What a shock this thought was to me. Mother s going without dinner probably didn t help her heart condition that finally took her life. From her early years Mother had a bad heart and was careful of her work and tried not to overdue it. When we moved from Rigby, after 10 years on 250 E. Street, we moved to a big 2 story house on 490 D. Street. Mother had a large garden and she continued to bottle lots of fruit and vegetables. Our raspberry patch was large and always supplied us with all we needed. The D Street house was large and required a lot of upkeep. Mother rented out the upstairs to young girls working in Idaho Falls. And from the renting came some of the finest experiences of our family as the Sylvan Olsen s rented for a long time, also our Big Sister Una McDonald and Mac. And what a joy the friendships of these two families have been for us. Mother was; the one we turned to for help. Daddy was always working and never home. Mother always understood us. From the early years to the end in Rigby, she always put her children first. She taught us how to roller skate in the big kitchen of the Big House of Elg s. She taught me how to play marbles on the kitchen floor of the big house. While living at Elg s we used to have a store, where we would buy and sell groceries. Kathleen and I would take turns at being the Store Keeper. This was Mother s way of teaching us how to make change and learn the value of money and what it could buy.

8 Mother had a love for music that few knew of. And she would sit by the piano for hours and play the big Upright in the living room. Oh, how she could play the Maple Leaf Rag. Mother was very talented and as a young girl, while still in Canada she played the piano for the musical groups at the Raymond Academy. Next to her love for music came books and reading the scriptures. As children, our desire to read and buy books, as we grew older was because she taught us to treasure books. While in Rigby, each night she would read the Brer Rabbit stories from the Deseret News. And when not reading to us in the evenings, we were busy popping popcorn in the old wire shaker on the coal stove. And through the years, until the war came, the evenings were supervised by Mother, as we played Checkers, Rook, and other games and drinking bottled home-made grape juice. As with so many LDS families the war changed our living and our lives. Mother was always busy keeping our minds and activities interested in good things. So for us, Mother had a good and solid foundation for our thinking, and doing things that would stay with all her children throughout their lives. These priceless traits were so solidly planted in her children that it came natural to give these talents to our children. When the Salt Lake Tribune came to Rigby, Daddy got me the paper route for the whole town, and Mother was always helping me to get the papers delivered. And as the route grew Daddy sold his watch, and got me a small bicycle to help carry the papers. Mother never let us know we were poor. In reality, we had as much as our neighbors had, including the Laters, Browns, and the Coachers. Yes, looking back, I remember our brightest Christmas was the one, when all of us children received a long red sleigh and an orange in our stocking. (Mother & Daddy got nothing.) Every fall, while living in Rigby, in the house we rented from E. Rapp, it was my duty to have a row of kindling wood cut and ready for winter. The length of the basement wall was about 20 feet and as high as I was. It was up to me to find the wood and every late summer and fall found me traveling the neighborhood looking for everything I could find that could be cut for starting the kitchen stove every morning for the whole winter. Mother was strict, very kind and understanding-but strict. When given a job-it had to be done. She would always leave us alone to do the job. When living in Elg s big house at the age of 5, it was my duty to see that the coal bucket was filled every night. If the job was put off, it had to be done in the dark at the coal shed. What a joy it was to have Grandma and Grandpa to visit us, for the coal job could be put off and Grandma would always go with me to the coal shed and start lighting matches, so I could see where the coal was. The year we lived in Lewisville and Daddy ran the pool hall, I was in the second grade and it was good to be near Grandma and Grandpa, instead of going home 3 or 4 blocks for lunch, I would go the half a block from the school to Grandma s for lunch. Mother enjoyed this year of being near to Daddy s folks, who were more like a friend or mother to Mother. Mother and grandmother were very close. It is possible that Grandma understood Mother and the difficult times of her youth as an orphan. Mother never talked of her youth and the hardship of being alone, and having to depend on relatives for food and lodging. Once in a great while she would tell us of being a little girl in St. George, and how she and her friends would hike up the Virgin River for the excitement it offered of hiking up a canyon. Mother and Daddy had good friends and a close relationship with Roy and Maude Wilson, Ray and Myrtle Kinghorn, the Clements, Uncle Lyman and Aunt Mary, and Uncle Alma and Aunt E Ellen Hoggan. They would meet on Saturday night to enjoy fried chicken and then would gather around the piano and sing until the early morning house. Many times they would wake us up singing. They sang It s 3 o clock in The Morning and I ll Take you Home Again Kathleen. Their association was a true and everlasting friendship. Just before Mother s passing the group met with the Ellsworth s, Uncle Joe and Aung Louella, Mary and Lyman, and others in the home

9 at Rigby and spent the evening recalling fun trips fishing, playing baseball and going camping as a group. Oh, if we had only had sense enough to record that evening. Mother s church life; It was a busy one. Always busy in Relief Society, Primary, Religion classes, and the usual Sunday activities. It must have been a big chore to drag all of us kids from Lava to the First Ward Building on E Street. (Twice on Sundays) Mother had a loving association with the sisters in every ward we lived in. Her friends were loving and true. Mother s love for us children really blossomed, when we moved back to Idaho Falls from Rigby and lived on 250 E. Street. Most nights were full of games, popcorn, grape juice and making taffy for us. And her taffy was the best.... Mother made her cakes from scratch and sometimes fell, but this was all right as she would fill the sinking middle of the cake with the thick icing. On Saturdays Mother would give me $.50 to get the Sunday Roast. And the left over from Sunday dinner made into hash on Monday for dinner. Summers with Mother. Our joy was complete, when summer arrived and she would take us swimming in the river West of Court House. Her friends, Sister Killpack, Buckland and Turnbull and they always swam with us. We would go over to the Island formed by the dam and there we played in the rocks and caught suckers. All the kids will remember the day, swimming to the wall, when as Mother approached the wall at the wrong angle and the water washed her over the wall. For a few minutes there was plenty of excitement for us kids swimming to reach her. We found out she was safe, but shook up and bruised a little. Mother s Testimony: Great it was and so vast and deep it is difficult to put into words. She suffered all her life with terrible headaches. Because Daddy didn t hold the higher priesthood, she would not bother the brethren of the ward, while we lived in Rigby. But, she would call our neighbor, who was a smoking elder and ask for a blessing. Always Brother Shreves would say, I m not good enough to bless you. To which Mother always replied, It is the Priesthood blessing I seek, not man s blessing. And quietly and humbly he would then bless Mother, and the pain would lesson. Mother s work with the women on Broadway (the girls) could fill a book and tell how their lives were changed into better women. This will be locked in my heart foreverthe greatness and love Mother had for the sinner and women, who had fallen. Mother s journal: In her journal she always recorded the first time one of her children would do something in the Church. So, now I know the date of the first prayer I gave in Sunday School, the first time I passed the Sacrament, or the first time I administered to the sick in the hospital. How valuable now, is our family history written in Mother s handwriting. Mother never recovered, until the week of her death, the loss of Ray in the Pacific. They had been so close and he was so kind to her after the rest of us had left the nest. Ray did so much for Mother during the later years. The last week she said, Why have I mourned Ray s passing, when I still have 3 of you with me. Tho Mother had been sick for years due to her heart, she had learned to live with it. She was always concerned about other s problems and never her own. And as she went into the hospital for the last time there was always the inward assurance, she would never leave me. As I spent Mother s last afternoon in mortality with her, there was that great feeling of her love for us. As it came time to slip home for supper, Frank came up to replace me, and I left the hospital. No sooner did I get home than Frank called with words. Virl, come quickly, your Mom has left us. So she departed this life with Frank at her bedside. Had I been there it would have only hindered her departure back to a loving Lord, loving parents, and Daddy s brothers and sisters, and her friends that loved, needed her so much on the other side of the veil to help them work in the temple. From that moment in the hospital her spirit has never forgotten me. As everything that was to be a challenge or problem has come to me, she has informed me before hand and then has guided me during the coming moments as I experienced a new event in our family lives. From the moment in the hospital, I have never walked alone, for Mother has always been at my side to check on me and to instruct and guide me, for she was my best friend and loved me.

10 As I look back it would be difficult to say Ray, Earl, Kathleen and I are exactly what Mother wanted us to be. Because of Mother, we are, and our children are what was planned for us by Mother and because of her life experiences she paid the price for our goodness and greatness, and our present callings in the church. And blessed are we in the Newell and Jardine clan, for Mother had orchestrated our family s lives and accomplishments to such an extent that blessings have been placed upon our children. Mother s blessings are upon her sons and daughter. And will continue upon Christine and Jennifer, for they will NEVER KNOW what it is like to walk alone, because of their Grandmother. Virl N. Rhoda Mary Newell Jardine Tribute from Kathleen I remember Mom. She was never idle. She was always cleaning, sewing, or crocheting. Her hands kept busy. She left us all some of her crocheting. It still is good. Mother played the piano. She started her lessons in Raymond, Alberta, Canada. Because of her health, she would have only a lesson once in a while, when it was necessary to go into town. She played for church. Every Sunday we would gather around the piano and sing. Daddy had a very good voice. The piano was brought from Canada on a sleigh.?? Probably no other furniture was brought. It is a treasure. She raised a garden, whenever we lived. She canned everything she grew. Finances were always tight, but we always were fed. I sometimes think she went without, so we had enough. When she saw some neighbor boys in the raspberry patch, she would tell them she would pick them a handful so they wouldn t break the branches off. Virl worked for a Brother Davis in a fruit stand. He gave Virl all the smashed or overripe fruit and mother made a lot of jams and jellies, besides bottling all she could save. Have you tasted horseradish freshly ground? Mom made it. Jack Jardine, Nephew, brought the roots down from Lewisville for her and he always gave her black walnuts from their tree. We would grind it on the back porch, where, hopefully, the breeze would blow the smell away. It was strong and cleaned out your nostrils. I can t equal her bread. It was so good. She always kept a start to make more. Monday was hash day made from the left-over potatoes and beef from Sunday. It was really good. All our school years we came home for dinner, and it was always ready for us. Mother made cakes from scratch. They fell in the center sometimes. We fought over, who got the center pieces, because mother would ice the cake and it would flow to the low spot in the middle. She made great pies-rhubarb, apple and apricot. Her crusts were always flaky and good. She always did her work in the mornings, and in the afternoon, she would crochet, play the piano, or read. Try matching her dumplings-north s Restaurant on E 17 th tries and comes nearbut still far away from hers. Then, there was her taffy, noone could stretch it as good and get it white and crisp, like she could. With her bad heart, I don t know how she did it. When Daddy s nephews came to town, they always visited her. She was genuinely interested in them and they knew she loved and cared. She was a brunette with beautiful skin, so smooth, so blemish free. Mom taught us the gospel by example. She took us to church. She lived the gospel, She was a Saint. Mom and Una used to have a district on Broadway in those Houses. They knew a few of the girls were members, and they made the extra effort to help them. They used to walk fast. I can see them. She loved movies. She used to get rags for Al Hager at the Rex Theater and he s give her passes to get in. She would have enjoyed TV so much.

11 Mom was a great grandma. I can see her holding and loving Joeleen and Diane. Dixie was the baby when she died. Mover loved us. She loved life. When Joe and I were married, she had made all of our temple clothes and that day she bought our shoes. I often wondered how she had gotten the money to buy the material. Mom only had vision in one eye, but she sewed so beautifully. I ve tried all my life to be like her. I haven t accomplished everything, but she was such an example. So happy with her Widow s Mite. She taught us much. Rhoda Mary Newell Jardine Tribute by Una McDonald Noble I Remember I shall never forget, my dear friend Rhoda Jardine. The years have come and passed, over 40 of them, since first I met this truly Sister, Mother, Friend. Arriving in Idaho Falls, a young newly married woman, not knowing anyone. Although I had been baptized in the Church of Jesus Christ of Later-day Satints at the age of 12. Because we were in an area in Western Colorado, where we were the only Mormons I had not had the advantage of Church Programs. How kind Heavenly Father is to us. He provided me, Rhoda, the most humble, faithful gracious and loving woman I have ever known, with exception of my mother, we became close friends and had such wonderful experiences together. We were Relief Society Visiting Teachers in face, I do not remember having another Sister as my partner. Rhoda and I were given the rooming house and apartment and hotel area down-town. Most of the sisters, we visited, were inactive and Rhoda in her dear kind way, conveyed the message to those dear inactive sisters, with so much love and understanding, it has made a lasting impression on me to know Heavenly Father loves all His children in and out of the church, and sends His Earth Angels like Rhoda, to tell them so. I laugh when I think of the times, she tried to teach me how to swim. She loved to swim and and wanted me to share her pleasure. Bless her, I was a poor student and really never learned. When I think of the burdens this dear lady was given, and how her sweet spirit rose above the burden and comforted and blessed those around her, I thank Heavenly Father, everyday for giving her to me for a friend. She encouraged me with the classes I was asked to take as leader in Jr. Sunday School, Junior Genealogy, Relief Society, when Mac, my husband became ill and was in the hospital at Ogden, Rhoda opened her home to me and it was she and her wonderful family that helped me live through this trying time. At Mac s death, it was the love and kindness of this beautiful daughter of God, her beautiful family, that kept me from losing my mind. Yes, we had many fun times together, and many learning experiences. I give thanks to Rhoda and her wonderful family for making my life more beautiful. Remember, Yes. And look forward to her companionship through Eternity. Una McDonald Noble Rhoda Mary Jardine Tribute by C. D. Fox (Charly) He and his wife Lola took mom in when her mother died in Canada. She was all alone, and she dearly loved these people. That is why I was named Lola, after his wife. Dear Kathleen, How I do appreciate your loyalty, in sending me the lovely group of photos, both of my children and family, and also of yours. I am so pleased to know what a nice family your Mother had, and that they are active in the Church. That is the most important part of this mortal

12 life. As our sojourn here, is but brief, and a Testimony of this Great Plan of Salvation is worth more than all the money in the world. I surely loved your Mother, and am sorry to know that she has passed into the Spirit World, as I would have enjoyed seeing and visiting her here in mortality. She is like one of my own daughters, and I naturally love all of her children and grandchildren. I surely wish all of you a Happy and Successful life. Am interested in all that you are doing, etc. I helped for sometime on the Welfare program here in Salt Lake. So I can know what you are doing in that line. The Lord Bless You all in every way. Lola and I had 2 girls and 1 boy. They are all living and the oldest girl is married and has 5 children and 6 grandchildren, which, of course, are my great grand children. My son, Wray, has 4 lovely girls. The oldest girl is 18 years old. They are a nice family and his is a very nice daughter-in-law. They and Louie s 5 are all active in the Church. My second daughter, lives in New York. She went in for Education and never married. She is Professor at the Queen s College. She is doing a wonderful work in Education. She spent one year in India, helping in their schools. I have 6 children and 17 grandchildren, and 6 great grandchildren. You probably know that Lola died about a year after we returned from Canada to Salt Lake. That was in In 1917 I married Mary Woodland, who was an educator, and we have 3 daughters; all married, and they have 8 children-4 boys and 4 girls. Mary is a very fine wife and mother. Lola' children received exactly the same love and care that her own did. My wife has had the flu and been very sick, but is improving nicely now. That s why, I have delayed writing you. We had about 1 ½ feet of snow fall last night. Love and Sincere Good Wishes to you all. C. D. Fox Dated 24 April 1958 p.m. Rhoda Mary Jardine A tribute by Clayton J. Perry Nearly 50 years ago, I became acquainted with Virl and Kathleen Jardine and their remarkable mother, Rhoda. As Sister Jardine has been such an inspiration to me during my lifetime, I have been invited by Kathleen and Virl to write of my memories of her for inclusion in her Life s History. Early in 1933 our family moved from our home on Capitol Ave. on the Southside of Idaho Falls to a home at 474 H Street on the Northside of town. These were the Depression Years and our family had it very difficult as my father was constantly out of work. To me, the families living on the Northside were more affluent and prosperous, than the families of my friends on the Southside, to be with my old friends for a few months after we moved. The first friend I made was Virl and later his sister, Kathleen, primarily this was through activities at church. Later, as the Jardines lived between our home and the school, Virl and I would walk to and from school together. This was during my Junior and Senior years ( ) in High School. When I stopped on the way to school at Virl s home each morning, sometimes he wasn t ready to leave and I would be invited by his mother into their home at 250 E. Street to wait. It was during these times that I came to know more about this fine family and their wonderful mother. (Virl s father was working out of the city and only returned home occasionally, so I never met him until several months later.) The Jardine children were all in school and each had a different schedule. Sister Jardine rose early, prepared their breakfast and as each would come into the kitchen, she would first kneel with each of them, individually and have a morning prayer invoking the Spirit of the Lord to be with them during the day. As I became better acquainted, she occasionally invited me to join Virl at breakfast and she always invited me to join with them for prayer. As we were not having family prayer (morning nor evening) in my own home, this proved to be a very important factor in my future life. At other times, when I visited with Virl, I never heard her ever raise her voice to her children or ever get angry with them. She talked to and treated each of them as an adult she was. She never criticized, scolded or complained.

13 I am now 64 years old as I write this. During my lifetime I ve considered Sister Jardine as my Second Mother, as she was such an inspiration to me. During the years, as I have had difficulty coordinating the activities of my family of 10 children (especially with family prayer and Family Home Evening. I ve reflected on how Sister Jardine solved the same problems by taking the time and putting forth the effort to pray with each child separately. This has been an important lesson and a great help to me in rearing our children. While not so important, among other things I remember, her going swimming each day. She was first to go swimming in Snake River, each Spring and the last to stop swimming each fall sometimes there were fringes of ice along the river banks and she and her friends would still go in. Virl and I had quit days before. I join with her children in honoring the memory of this wonderful mother and remarkable woman, and live in hope that I will be worthy to enjoy her companionship, when we meet hereafter in our Father s Kingdom Clayton J. Perry Dec. 1981

14 RHODA MARY NEWELL JARDINE Tribute by Earl D. Jardine I remember that Mother was always at home. She was there for me (us). I remember her tenderness and her sweet spirit. I remember Mother being happy, always smiling, singing during the day, just humming and being happy. When we arrived home, we always kissed Mother (and Daddy if he was there). If I went somewhere at night, I always went into her bedroom and kissed her goodnight. There were times, when I kissed some aunt goodnight, because she was staying over, and I didn t know it. In the dark I couldn t tell I always just assumed it was Mother. I remember her schedule. Monday was washday. We heated the wash water on the coal stove in a copper boiler. Sometimes she made soap with lye and animal fat. She had a wash stick she used to fish the clothes out of the washer because the water was too hot for her to use her hands. Then the clothes were put through the wringer and into a tub of warm-water rinse, where they were swished around to get the soap out of them. Then they were put through the wringer again into a tub of cold water, where they were swished around again and rinsed to be sure to get rid of all the soap. Then through the wringer again. Then they fell into a bushel basket and were taken outside to be hung on the clotheslines (which we would not call Nature s Solar Dryers ). Tuesday was ironing day, I remember Mother sprinkling the clothes with water, folding or rolling them up as they were sprinkled with water, then ironed on the ironing board or on the table. Shirt collars or things, which needed stiffening, were starched by dipping them into a starch solution & squeezing it out. Wednesday was baking day and the smell of fresh bread filled the home. We always came home from school for lunch and we always ate well. We didn t have much money, but I don t think any of us were aware of it. I do remember steamed bread for lunch and how great it tasted, but I don t know how she made it. Kathleen would know. (Yes, Mother took stale bread and put it in a strainer, covered it with a linen napkin, into a bigger kettle with hot water to steam the bread, and it make it like new. Pies were her specialty. Virl and I loved her apricot and rhubarb pies. She had to hide them from us. Most of the time they were placed on top of the free-standing kitchen cupboard (until we found them). We always wanted pies for birthdays, not cakes. I remember her kindness to hoboes, who would at the door and ask for some food. She always fed them after they copped a little kindling. A cousin, Ferry Decker, used to come a lot. He drank too much and when he woke up feeling so ashamed of himself, he would come to our back door and ask Mother for some food. Often I sat on the back steps, while he ate and talked with him. He really appreciated Mother s generosity and did try to repay her by painting the steps going upstairs. He was an excellent painter and did a especially good job for Mother. He was on Relief and he would bring some of the food he didn t like, that he got, and give it to Mother. I remember her being thrilled at the chance to eat in a restaurant. As Ray, Kathleen and Virl began working, they occasionally took her to Ada s for Chinese food and she loved it. Once in a while Daddy, would bring Mother a thick malt. She would thin it down so there was enough for all of us, then wake us and share it. One of my biggest regrets is that Dr. Halliday (my mentor at Brigham Young University) came through Idaho Falls traveling with Simeon Bellison, a renowned musician from Russia. They were on their way to Yellowstone Park and asked me to dinner with them. When I got home, Mother said, " would have loved to go. I felt terrible. I remember Mother working in Primary, teaching and playing piano off and on. She was busy in Relief Society and really loved her association there. I remember her leaning out the dining room window and talking to Sister Janette Killpack, who lived in the Ellis Apartments next to us. The ladies really loved each other. I remember her gardening. Everyone had Victory Garden in World War II, but she would have had a garden anyway. She loved it and kept it watered and free of weeds. We helped, but she babied it and took good care of it. She did