In June I went to Pocatello to see Nick & Kara's family. RoseMery went with me, but her mom has colon cancer and took a turn for the worse, so I put her on the plane in Salt Lake to go to Brazil to spend two weeks with her mom, thus I made my way to Pocatello alone.
To make a long story longer, RoseMery and I stopped in Bountiful at the cemetery. Dad and Mom's headstone is in place with the new inscriptions and looks good.
In reminiscing about Mom the other day, I wondered if Sister Hoag is still alive. She used to live in the Bountiful area and thought a lot of Mom and Dad. If she is still alive, I wish we would have thought to tell her about Mom's funeral. She attended Dad's funeral.
If you don't remember her, the Hoags lived in the trailer park north of Central Grade School in Bloomfield. For a time she was my primary teacher. She was a very humble woman. I remember she did laundry to supplement the family income. One of her laundry customers was Juan Arellano, one of the local grade school and later high school teachers. I got a few swats on the bottom courtesy of Mr. Arellano.
As I said, to make a long story longer, I was wondering if anyone remembered the circumstances of Mom tending the Arellano girl for a season. I believe she was about Maurine's age. Did Dad rent an apartment to the Arellanos? What was the girl's name?
Back to the original story. I tended Nick's twins for a day and a half in Pocatello. Boy 4 year olds sure have a lot of energy. On Tuesday morning, just on schedule, Kara accomodated me very well and produced a pretty young daughter. This was great as I had to leave on Wednesday. Mom and daughter are just fine, but the twins don't like the competetion for their mom's time.
Anyone have any information to fill in on the Arellano girl?
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ReplyDeleteI happened to be home for a short time when Mom tended the litter girl. I think it was after my mission and before entering the Army.
ReplyDeleteThe little girl spoke virtually no English. Every time Maurine had something the little girl would say "dar a mi lo" which when said fast sounded like darmelo. "Dar a mi lo" means give it to me.
Maurine heard that so many time that after a few days Maurine started calling the girl "Dommie lo". So Maurine and I think her name was "Dar a me lo."